20250507-0906. Greetings, chumps! I awoke thinking that I would mow the front yard lawn but I would have to wait for dad to participate.
The word “obey” comes to mind: while washing lunch dishes, I briefly rattled-off something to the visiting twosome this Sunday/three days ago about how it’s “easier” the flow/process when I “obey” my dad.
Likewise, I was hinting that either the boy or the girl should listen fairly to each other, which is probably impossible because both are strong-willed/hard-headed.
Anyways, on or about 2005 PM PT last night and after washing and or drying and while tidying up and or wiping down the kitchen area, I received an incoming thought/inner musings about our sophisticated state as highly technologically advanced “flesh bots” or “meat sacks” per M. Mews or “hu-manz” and how we may have free-will, spirit, and or souls and how we are to plow-through our current incarnation as part of a redemption process or punishment or sentencing to correct past lives and especially for those who feel they are born/incarnated into the incorrect gendered “bodies of mostly water” or alternate dimensions/simulated realities.
In other words, we should count our blessings (in disguise) like the opening background music to the televised animated cartoon show called something like “Transformers”; for in the biblical sense, the WORD was made flesh.
Yet, these insane technocrats believe that they could create robots or metallized or silica bots to replace “flesh golems” for repetitive and hazardous jobs, which was shared per my OLD and now deleted Twatter posts of mostly rants and opinions of mine!
That’s all I have to share during this morning’s sunny day at the current low temperature of 60ºF per our OLD Sharper Image outdoors thermostat!
End of transmission 0919. P.S. I went back to theme 2025 and I’m trying the green color palette.
Leave a Reply