Category: Altered States

“Peaceful relations still assured, I turn to deal now with growing migraine and nerve twitching, entering next descension levels.”

In the face of adversity.

The notice arrives.

What was there to do, but face the storm?

Sorting through vitamins and lifting the orange prescription bottles to take ending antibiotic and supports, she was reminded of past grandparents’ medication stacks and others’ imbedded culture of using these containers for their marijuana storage.

Sometimes we find our selves by being
In the right place for the wrong reasons
Or the wrong place for the right reasons

“‘Perfection’ is a lie where by lacking it we self opt out of participating in our own lives.”

“I think that I over extend my daily capacities.

Once I am able to get going, I don’t want to stop until it’s time to shut down.

But I’m not sure that this is a reboot plan.”

“I do not do well with being on the receiving side of silence or distance at length because these have too often represented avoidance from or abandonment by people that I have deeply cared about.

However, somehow by observation, experience, intuition or the combo, I managwd to assess the situation correctly over the weekend and gave my potential collaborators the quiet safe space that they needed in order to be able reset and come back to meet me halfway.

Quite an accomplishment for all of us, I think – given history of our own and collective past experiences!”

“We came together and got done what needed to be done – Huzzah!”

“I remember working at the laundry of the motel with a nearby view of Morro Bay Rock while I was camping out of my car.

It seemed idylic, in a way, and I soaked up the ‘freedom’ of it.

But there couldn’t be a futire in it…

Not when I had a youngling to care for, and a fiance dependent upon my earnings to qualify for our marriage being approved.”

Kami Kami Kami Kami Kami

“I’m upset about it…

But I can’t afford the emotional expenditure to allow myself to cavitate to it.”

“That’s right…

My first recordings are from that summer living out of my car.

‘You’ve come a long way, Baby!’

Distance, not advancement…

Or maybe advancement is distance?

I mean, aren’t we all just trying to outrun the great maw of our own demise, anyway?

Maybe I’ve got a head start…”

“Yeah…

No…

I’ll be on my own again…

Be kind of funny if I end up living out of my car again.

At this point…who cares?”

(Lol)

“Looking back on just the last six months at all of the ‘water’ that has been waded through, at least my room is at last put together the way I want it to be before we have to move.

It seems to go like this…

I guess it just takes a couple of years to find the rhythm of a new dwelling.”

“Life doesn’t have to be like this.

Why the f**k is it like this?

Nyreauuugh!!!“

“Was ironic.”

“I just saw a hooker bring dtopped off.”

No matter what, she must not attach to the outcome.

Apparently, last night’s medicine combination took the “oomph” out of today’s stride –

Or weakness of legs because her housing safety was teetering on the edge of a cliff, dependent upon others’ whims for which way the wind would be blowing?

She could feel the energy spiking and erupting within her cells, responding and needing to address the fight that she had to avoid at all costs for the greater healing at stake.

If they did not work with her, the ship would burn down with her still on it.

“To be unseen for my truest intentions because of others’ past traumas and fears, further cast upon me by their dispersions.”

“Need to get a real job.”

“I am not interested in negative manipulations – for I already have plenty of real life issues that I am trying to take care of!”

I had a dream where I was at a low-key party, and all of these men took turns wanting me to get to know them.

Of course, I misread their attentions as them wanting to get to know me – except for this one who was quiet and just watching.

In every one of them I searched for my love, though fascinated by what they were doing.

I just haven’t ever had that much male attention directed at me, and inside I felt uncomfortable although externally friendly-engaging while I kept glancing around me to try to regain my bearings.

I kept returning to the man who was quiet – then another guy would come along chatting.

I realized then that it was a matchmaking event, where I was supposed to give each one some time.

Then, a cat with a kitten came up purring against me and began talking to me while I was briefly able to return to the quiet man, and they told me with words about his affection for me because he wouldn’t say much in person.

Special cats.

Special man.

I felt more comfortable with him and the felines, and planned to cycle back again despite the chaos.

Before this, I dreamed of a spirited but mature female horse that followed and trusted me as I kept her safe.

I also dreamed of my mother and I having a conflict where she hard-harsh challenged me – but then she yielded to my blasted back authority because I was right, and we made up as friends and were at peace, finally.

“And we might be able to save our housing.”

She knew that it was soon to be requested that the captain give official notice as proof of their resolution – which had she been like most many figures of authority, could have been refused.

But she knew from both sudes the cost and value of freedom – and she did not crave the standard forms of power.

“I found a way, but it requires more collaboration.

And it looks like they want to break off on their own, anyway.”

When she went with her youngest to take another cat to the vet, she got to meet the wonderful staff member who had been above and beyond there for her when the first brain injury was crashing, the three cats were dying horribly in succession, and a guy had been messing with her.

She tightly hugged this beloved friend again and again in thankful-but-stressed laughter and cried as those desperate memories returned and she felt safe enough to at last release some of that old tension.

Test subject one-o one-o nine-o was at last showing great promise of this…