20230531-2137. I’m listening to Powerwolf and settling down for the night after eating late supper again.
An hour ago I was fuming at my elderly father about: business as usual. This was a political phrase that I’ve referenced in my OLD blogs on/around the 911 and GWB era.
Fast forward to just tonight, my freakishly slow mind realized that our favorite podcaster has a fear porn platform that was yeeted by ScrewTube and FakeBook: he too sells solutions to problems since the beginning of time.
Apple: Take a bite outta the forbidden fruit back since the Garden of Eden between the Serpent and Eve and the devilish offsprings. I truly feel sorry for Adam and wondered why the EVIL woman would dare ruin all of eternity and humanity. I’m wondering if Adam was gay.
We can see solutions to switch from petroleum to lithium by creating problems with carbon and methane pollutions. These devils will pay nonetheless for selling unrealistic ideas. I do NOT know why that’s the theme of this hellish planet.
I told my elderly father: that the ones creating solutions are the same ones creating the problems. I’m baffled why it’s so easy to identify the problems yet so “problematic” to find solutions that offer “cures” for “free”.
So after my donations to our favorite podcaster, I figured that the total amounts would add up to five year’s worth! So I guess I’ll stop subscribing for all that it’s worth.
I was really concerned after hearing him on that ONE podcast having what sounded like a tear-filled voice. I do NOT know what happened. So I took pity and lo and behold, he’s gonna make it up unto moi by calling moi tomorrow.
I guess. Whatever. “There really is nothing left to say”, I told him in today’s Skype call. “It doesn’t make sense that I spew forth my nonsense and I understand that you are a public figure and that you are NOT allowed to share stuff: I get that!” I exclaimed.
I just wanted to escape the program. But I did report to him that I received a single blast upon my heart chakra this morning on/about 0930 am. He asked and I told him that there was no vibration.
I didn’t have the correct words: it was like a single blast of discharge wide upon my whole front chest. I was lying down on my shielding at that time. I really should place it underneath the sheets as he suggested.
He is gonna address me by my REAL first name and was jokingly (I hope) about to place my name on his website: my favorite person in the whole world. Wow. But I’ll just play along because I do NOT wish to hurt his feelings as guys are VERY emotional but are restrained somewhat in showing their vulnerabilities. Whatever.
I have yet to chat with our favorite daily messenger but I’ve stood by and understood his public persona too and avoided being a distraction and let bygones be bygones as we both go about our own businesses.
I was hoping to be there by his side but I guess that ain’t gonna happen either with him or the other. Either way, I just wanna make sure you both are okay. There are no strings attached and frankly I don’t give a damn. I’m too old and too hardened to care.
End of blogging. 20230531-2156.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!