20230520-1825. Yup. Our favorite podcaster does have that truth in him. He and others have that truth in them.
THEY can hear my thoughts, too. The only other ones that I know that could do so also are JB, CC, MM, LC, and DB.
Before I got a chance to speak with him, I felt like dying. I really felt like I was just going to fall asleep and never wake up.
Now the idiots in the spiritual realms have stepped up their playing fields and forced or rather assigned yet another spooky spook agent unto my plate!
Honestly, I’d rather eat REAL food than get involved with more unknowns. AND I do lick my plate clean because it’s just my elderly father et moi. So I don’t do that in front of others.
Sure, I might just need some help here and there for groceries, driving and gardening, but you guys live so freaking far away! Fuck!
I would need someone here and now – in the physical sense to help out with – well, come to think of it, nothing really (for the meantime that I’m still able-bodied.)
It’s almost like my wishful thinking is manifesting into this alternate reality and the spiritualized NPC players are forced to do “community service” in that respect!
Y’all know – punishment as reincarnated humanz – to be humiliated and suffer in pain like the rest of of humanz who are NATURALLY lazy and only will be forced to “work” for survival (just like most of the religious/spiritual scam or spams) and essentials like food, clothing, and shelter.
Get it? I merely have many ongoing angsts or invasive thoughts because of my HUGE ego. And wham-oh! I-AM allowed to “test” or experience a “free trial” in whatever endeavors my IMAGINATIONS.
I’m a home-girl, meaning I don’t fucking care for going outdoors or meeting ungrateful humanz that smell stink! I’m an introvert and get anxiety just THINKING about going to parties or talking to strangers.
It’s NOT bad but I have to force myself to “go out”. That’s why I would talk loud over the phone and sound “young” like a girl; because of my insecurities in everything that is uncertain. I hate that feeling.
End of blogging.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!