A few days ago I had a dream involving my Uncle John. He was with Aunt Carol (his wife) and he visited me on Koh Samui. He commented on the spectacular view and how he had always wanted to come there and see it.
The dream then shifted to New York City, specifically Manhattan. I was staying with my family in series of rooms above a bodega. My husband Ka and my mother and my daughters were with me. Uncle John came out of his room and commented on how he had really wanted to meet my family and especially my husband. I went in our bedroom to introduce Ka to my uncle and my husband was not there.
The dream ended with me taking a tram from Manhattan to Brooklyn to try to find my husband. I woke up on Saturday morning in Thailand with an odd sense about the dream. I mean uncle John was okay right? This is specifically my mother’s only brother. He was up there in age and Aunt Carol had mentioned some health issues in her Christmas card but…
I am almost certain that my Uncle John visited me in my dream while he was crossing over. I had never had a dream about either him or New York City before. It felt like a series of jumbled images from NYC (a place I have never been to) yet if I saw them in real life I would recognize them immediately.
“I mean they might have been from the 1980’s or whenever perhaps the last time that your brother went to New York City.” I explained to my mother. “I’m not really sure.”
Funeral arrangements have not yet been set, but I am loving the Christian style of being able to wait a few days or weeks to get around to it. Some family eCards: Brother to brother: I’m sorry I married your soulmate. Little sister to big brother: I really think it would be awesome if you met your mother. And me too! Ex boyfriend to me: Our 17 year old wants to go to Mexico with a boy?
Time sure flies. Since today was a Buddha day I decided to hold off my trip to Laos until tomorrow, the absolute last day on my visa stamp. Because nothing good ever happens here unless I do it on the absolute last day.
I want to visit some extended family over there (Mar, my mother in law, was Laotian) but I was checking out the landmine situation over there. Literally. One of my uncles died from one of those according to my mother in law. Another one of my uncles, that being PTSD Oceanside California dweller Bruce, might have literally dropped the land mine on their land which killed my mother in law’s brother.
Mar recounted something which was translated by my first husband Oh from when she was a girl in Laos during the Vietnam era. She said that there had been a battle between Vietcon and Americans and all the children from her area went to see the site some days later. “The American dead they all laid on the ground, their bodies bloated and foul. Nobody came for them. The Asian fighters they took their dead. I see some American movies many years later and they show some patriot carrying the dead and dying from the battlefield. And nobody is left behind? That’s not the real story.”
My sister in law died from heroin/fentanyl overdose. I had no idea that she was into that stuff, but it was a perfect storm: she’d been prescribed some stuff for back pain following a car accident, and I’ve heard that it was heavily heavily pushed on especially white women in Ohio during that time. Then my brother lost his health insurance and he wanted a divorce after finding out that my niece was biologically his child. I’ve been pondering a lot all of the dead who do not get buried in honor.
And then we have this horrific dipshit in Anthony Fauci, who implemented some really dipshit ideas that might have killed and fucked up a lot of people but hey, he can’t remember why:
All this bird flu rhetoric has me thinking of the smashing sparrows campaign in China.
What do you think is going on with Alex Jones? I take a cynics view that this underdog popularity ploy is going to get run as long as it can….
One fine day
It’s getting hard to figure out what a conspiracy theory is anymore, which is perhaps my greatest source of optimism. Let’s say that heaven forbid some huge amount of the global population dies and there’s bloated bodies in the streets. What would you blame? The lame stream media will call it disease X plus climate change. Tier two will say it’s vaccine induced immune suppression. Tier three will say that the jabberwokies got their shit into everyone and it’s 5G. Tier four?
Can’t we just monetize everything on the planet in a never ending fraud? Every tree every house and every person? It’s been a great run thus far!
In Memory of Uncle John…
Several people around me have basically told me to stop talking abt things going on. For awhile, I acquiesced. One day I realized that’s what made it SO easy for Hitler and his ilk. “Nothing to see here.” That’s why the USA took forever to believe the rumors abt the death camps.
NO. If I say that I’m the type of person who would no doubt have Ann Frank in my attic, I’m going to also be the type to question where all these people are headed and why are you yanking them out of their homes? What made them your friends, your grocers, your watch repairers last week and vermin this week? Who says?!?
Hitler lied. People looked the other way. People died.
Fauci lied. People looked the other way. People died.
Don’t let them keep hiding the vaccine injured. Don’t let them hide the stats that tell the story of myocarditis, pericarditis, severe infertility (Sig 6, I think? Look it up!), stillbirths, newborn deaths, extreme excess deaths AFTER the vax rollout (Sig 7? Look it up!), turbo cancers, weird, off the chain cancers, u you ii name it. Don’t let them carry on in this “death camp” like it was/IS no biggie and people aren’t suffering.
Don’t let them get away with even, “I’m not really sure how the 6’ social distancing thing came about. I’m not sure if I ever read any studies showing masking worked.”
SPEAK UP. POST on SOCIAL MEDIA. Be brave. Feeding Ann Frank and fam in the attic is awesome but speaking out would’ve saved more lives.
I love the quote from the Gulag Archipelago. All these atrocities require executors and enforcers. And the job of slaughtering innocents should NOT remain a "risk-free" profession.
Interesting feelings it aroused in me when I read a story about a mother who'd lost her young daughter to a lying CPS worker. Only 2 months after the child was handed over to a foster family who raped, tortured, and murdered her, the mother found the lying CPS worker and shot her in the head in broad daylight, and in front of a crowd. Very public "statement." The only thing that bothered me about that last part of the story, was that the mother was prosecuted. She should have made sure she didn't get caught. I guess she didn't care at that point, and wanted everyone (at CPS in particular) to know why she did it.
Our "justice" system never prosecuted those who murdered this woman's child. But they made sure to condemn the innocent mother. Far too many people are willing to live on their knees while the insanity continues on. I'd rather die on my feet fighting.