No you don’t understand I am not of this world
I’m not “quirked up” and I’m not larping whimsy
I literally have never belonged here but this was where I was dropped off
Reflections from the garden: Everything knows you are here, and is reacting to you. Your thoughts don’t remain inside your mind. We are one enormous non-physical web. Everything is alive. You are not separate.
I never have a NY resolution because I do the best I can every day☺️ No changes, No regrets..but probably more surgeries🤷🏻♀️ New Year, Same me!❄️ Hope you all have a safe & great NYE 🎆
In ancient Rome, a man was convicted of eating his wife...
The soldiers arrested him and brought him before Caesar.
"Do you have remorse for your heinous crime?" Caesar asked.
The Roman smiled and shook his head. He looked very happy.
Caesar was shocked.
He told the guards, "To commit such an act is bad enough, but to be happy about it? As a punishment, keep him in chains, and every day make him fight armed opponents, using only the minimum of weapons! Report back to me in a week, we'll see if he's still smiling."
The guards dragged the man off.
He was still smiling.
As they were commanded, each day they made the prisoner fight.
On the first day, armed with only a net and a stick, he fought an opponent with a spear.
The next day, with only a small rope, he fought two swordsmen. And so on, he was forced to fight every day.
At the end of the week, the prisoner was in a real sorry state.
He could barely blink, let alone smile.
The head guard came to Caesar.
"Oh, Caesar, I have come to report on the prisoner. We made him fight each day, using the most basic weapons, like a, er, you know, whaddaya call it?"
"Gladiator?" said Caesar.
The guard snickered, "No, he actually quite regrets it now."
Me suicidé en 2015. Bebí una botella de whisky (una quinta parte de onza), una botella de vino, 30 pastillas de Serequel y 20 pastillas de Clonopin. Mientras esperaba desmayarme y no volver a despertar, una voz me dijo: «Michael, llama al 911». Mis pensamientos estaban casi incoherentes. La voz insistía: «Michael, llama al 911». Nunca antes había hablado conmigo mismo en tercera persona. Fue extraño.
Miré mi mano. El teléfono estaba ahí. Nunca he sido de usar el teléfono. No sé de dónde salió.
Marqué el 911.
Le expliqué a la persona que había tomado las pastillas y bebido. Me preguntó si podía llegar hasta la puerta. Le dije que sí. Caminé hasta la puerta y salí. En ese preciso instante, un coche de policía se acercaba. Fue como si estuviera predestinado. Me pidió mi identificación. Se la di. Y luego me fui. Recuerdo vagamente cuando me subieron a la ambulancia. Me desperté en una cama de hospital dos días después. Estaba feliz. No podía entenderlo. Estaba feliz. Me sentía bien. Contaba chistes y charlaba animadamente con el personal del hospital mientras me preparaban para ser trasladado a un hospital psiquiátrico.
Finalmente comprendí cómo el Señor me salvó. Desde entonces, nunca he vuelto a ser el mismo. No puedo explicarlo. Fui salvado, y lo fui. No soy digno, pero me libré del infierno. Recuperé la salud. Bajé de 113 kg a 77 kg. Leí la Biblia. Pude lidiar con mi trastorno de estrés postraumático (TEPT) no relacionado con el servicio militar sin medicamentos. Ahora no tomo medicamentos. Así que aquí estoy, solo, sin necesidad de complacer a nadie. Solo me dedico a observar el panorama y, a veces, a publicar tonterías. Que todos sean bendecidos como yo lo he sido. Gracias, Señor.
@ImShahinyan Qd6. Absurd but true!
The fact that there are 4 different mates depending on blacks response is, I guess, what makes these puzzles so cleverly constructed 🙂
First real spring-like day here.
I’m heading out to clean up the garden.
There’s something about getting my hands in the dirt that feels deeply sensual and erotic to me.
@JessicaVaugn Deep. Hold on to the truth that pure love can burn away all the pain and fear and shame and anger that consumes and drives us and destroys everything that we can be. 🙂