20230606-1907. I just gotta outta bed after a few minutes of waking up from a recuperative nap after draining my personal energies for the past two days.
I noticed the wind is blowing stronger and strong enough to move the curtains off my bedroom window now and since yesterday.
I expected some more rain to reflect my sadness that I’ve outputted my own personal energy while stabbing at my own demons for the past two days.
I already knew this energy drain would happen but I had to “comply” or rather “obey” a master blaster as I learned in our previous call that there really wasn’t any class, program or training and that I’m the first to try, meaning the first gullible sucker.
I already knew that I’m NOT allowed, appointed, or assigned to do these metaphysical battles. I assumed that males and NOT females were supposed to do that stuff as per Dad and/or the Bible.
And so for two days in a row, I believe the phone calls have stopped as expected today; since I told him already that I didn’t renew my membership and there really isn’t much to say.
I knew there really isn’t much to say as he’s constrained by “business as usual” and he can’t divulge anymore personal details to several mock phone calls of sweet nothings.
“How are you doing my darling”, he asked yesterday. “Hello, err, Hi sweetie”, I said. I guess that was that.
That was unexpected but a pleasant surprise. And like all other guys before him, I didn’t feel a thing! I’m NOT supposed to interfere with priestly warriors or spooky spook agents!
End of blogging. 20230606-1915.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!