This may sound like the craziest thing you will ever read or hear about and that’s okay. It’s not important. It is something I want to document since 2025 has already turned out to be the strangest year of all time. At least in my life anyway.
Back in I believe 1989 or 1990 I was watching the 1986 Chinese series called Journey to the West on the locally owned New York TV station called WYNC channel 31 or possibly on PBS Channel 13. Each episode was introduced by Maxine Hong Kingston the famous author. She had just published
I sent for the episode guide and I hope it’s in with my files in storage. Bill Moyers vaguely shows up in my memory as he I think was also doing a general introduction. Moyers was doing a series on Chinese medicine at the time. I wrote to him about my doctoral dissertation in 1995 and he wrote back. Alas, my mother’s mind succumbed to Alzheimer’s and multi-infarct dementia just as I defended my dissertation and my career trajectory it the ground and stayed down for a long time.
The series struck a memory I just could not dredge up. All I knew was I was hooked and Sun Wukong became something of an obsession. I had to find every version of the story. I’m not as obsessed, however, as my pen pal, Jim R. McClanahan, nor the actor who is considered the ultimate Monkey King, Zhang Jinlai,章金莱, stage name, Liu Xiao Ling Tong (六小龄童; ‘Little Six Year Old Child’), who has an entire museum dedicated to Sun Wukong which Yugene Lee shares in her video.
I don’t have a shrine, um yet, to Sun Wukong who has shrines all over Asia (one is in Bangkok, this one Jim describes).
So back to why I’m doing this series. In July 2024, Sun Wukong showed up in a dream. That’s pretty special, but nothing compared to my housemate telling me that a hairy tall being was in the house with us.
I wrote to my friend Jim in Taipai and asked if he had EVER heard of someone who had Sun Wukong show up in his/her house? I can’t see him, but my new housemate can. He can hear him as well. Sun Wukong, assuming it is he, I can sense him, but not see, nor hear him.Jim hasn’t seen my message yet. I hope we stay friends after he reads this!
Okay, what? My housemate was staying with my other housemate and myself because he had broken up with his fiancė, although they got back together at Christmas. It was November 7, 2024 a week after Halloween. Alex came in my room to ask me a question and as he was talking something was making him sneeze and he finally lost his temper and yelled at the entity standing next to him who was blowing dust on him. I know. It sounds wacka doodle. I wanted to concentrate on our conversation and I could sense something in the room so I ordered whatever it was to go to the other side of the room and sit the BLEEP down. It did. Alex stopped sneezing and said the being looked subdued.
The description was of a kind of werewolf or hairy anthropomorphic being. Not wanting to think about it, we went about the evening’s chores. A few days later, I was in a LOT of pain. The being showed up again and this time I wanted a better description. We went to my computer and for some strange reason I pulled up images of Sun Wukong. Alex let out a gasp and the being then said yes that was he and he was here because he owes me a favor. HUH? How on EARTH could a deity owe me a favor.
Assuming it IS or WAS Sun Wukong the being told my housemate, I am – this is cray cray- I am a reincarnation of Bai Long Ma (Chinese: 白龍馬) son of Ao Run (敖闰) or Ao Ji (敖吉), the Dragon King of the West Sea (西海龙王, Xīhǎi Lóngwáng)! There is more to the story but no one will believe either of us so I’ll omit it and let you all sit happily in your homes with the odd spider or fly and pretend there is no such thing as other realms or beings or multiple universes or paranormal this or that or ghosts or fae or fictional characters who might not be fictional at all.
Oddly enough, Bâi Long Ma was my favorite character and I was born in the year of the Horse. My dad played polo and was a stunt rider. I love horses.
At some point I’ll throw in the story about seeing the dragon that lives in the Rubies. And in case you’re thinking this is the craziest caca you’ve read in a long time, I have two other friends who can see the beings that hang around me. And each is perfectly sane. Both are business women. Both are perfectly normal. They just happen to be psychic. Both insist I am not like anything they’ve ever seen. What’s even trippier I can see Alex’s past lives as if they were movies playing in my head and he can remember them. These abilities are not rare. In India they are talked about. On TikTok people are coming out of the shadows and talking about the paranormal on CAMERA! I’m not that brave.
Last week was hell week. On Tuesday, February 4, 2025 I spent all day on Zoom in a forced arbitration one-day Expedited Fast Track Award in Two Weeks Evidentiary Hearing hosted by the American Arbitration Assocation with assets of over $107 MILLION US dollars. I was sued by Atlantic Building Systems, a Delaware Incorporated Limited Liability Company Doing Business as Armstrong Steel in Colorado for breach of contract. I had, according to their general counsel, Repudiated THEIR contract by declaring null and void. I declared it null and void because the company uses bait and switch and high pressured sales tactics. Click on the link to watch one of the news reports about the class action lawsuit and all the irate customers who have been silenced for the most part.
This is my hero! Wish we could do the Haka in our courts or in Congress.
My girlfriend, Ännie who had been in the truck the day I got the phone call from the sales rep and her fiancè had spent the night so Ännie could appear as a witness if called. She was and she did a great job. Two days later on Thursday, February 6 shortly before 11 am, Alex was heading towards town from the gravel pit at the end of Last Chance Road in Elko – the same road where I got the fateful call from Armstrong Steel in 2023, when while on a sharp blind curve on the gravel, a speeding black Nissan came right at Alex. This was the first time EVER that Ännie and her dog, Bandit were not in the truck.
Alex swerved and the truck rolled and he was thrown clear. Truck got damaged but Alex was miraculously not killednor injured – hurt his back, but it’s healing.
Okay, but here is where it gets weird. The black Nissan could only have traveled on up to the end and gone through the gate to the gravel pit and it didn’t. It was never seen again.
WAS IT a phantom or what’s called a GENIUS LOCI??????
WHAT is a genius loci you ask? Let’s back up a month to June 2021 not long before Mr. Littell was attacked by pit bulls on July 8, 2021 ON LAST CHANCE ROAD!Sometime in late May or early June of 2021 I saw a comment on the Facebook page for Skinwalker Ranch. One of the members of the group posted a comment about his first hand account of encountering a genius loci. His friend saw a truck barreling towards him in the dark and he, himself, saw a gray alien. Click on the screenshot for a great article about genius loci and landscapes.
A genius loci might be an earth spirit (known as chthonic forces) which had never inhabited human form.
What Michael Willis described is really scary. I told him to get in touch with Joshua P. Warren and Josh had him on his podcast.Click on the screenshot to hear it.
The transcript is available and this is where I come in.
Well, you are about to hear the actual words of a guy who says he’s an ex military man who has a heck of a tale and he has never been on a show before, so this is breaking. This is the first time. And I was referred to this guy by a regular listener named Barbara Thank you, Barbara, and I want to reiterate something to all of you. I received thousands of emails each week from people who want to come on this show and tell a story, and as a general rule, I usually don’t allow it. And the reason is that I want to be different from everyone else. This is not primarily an interview show.
Josh goes on to describe how he rarely ever has a guest on. He then talks about a test he does to decide if a person is telling the truth, etc. All that said, Josh then introduces Michael Willis who lives in Washington State.Sometime in 2010 or 2011 Michael was hunting in Alabama with a close friend. If you do not live in the United States, Washington is up by Canada on the Pacific side of the country and Huntsville, Alabama is in the deep state in the now named Gulf of America.
It was in Huntsville where the two men encountered a genius loci!
Now it’s important to point out that Michael is a retired sailor with eleven years out at sea with a background in what he called Intel which is basically saying he was in Intelligence not just a regular enlisted sailor. He was also in the Merchant Marines. Michael was also a firearms salesman and range instructor so he was not some desk job guy working in a cubicle all day. This is someone with outdoor survival skills.
Michael goes on to talk about Roman mythology to give the audience an idea of what a genius loci is. Click on the links above. To quote Michael “The Romans believed that if you were strong enough of spirit, like the emperors when they passed away, they would their spirit would guard the empire, or they would guard Rome or Byzantium or certain cities”.
This scene is next to impossible to watch. It is a Thai TV series which aired on Netflix. You can watch it on YouTube with Thai subtitles, but I cannot find a channel that has English. If it ever becomes available again, I highly recommend it. The gist is that the king’s guard is forced to behead his wife who is a temple dancer. He adores her and yet as the temple dancer who is dedicated to the protection of the empire, her soul is the one who must guard the treasure of the kingdom. Once she is chained and beheaded her soul or spirit is stuck and must guard not only the treasure, but she is forced to slaughter (not just kill) evil doers and escort them to HELL!
This is extremely gruesome so be forewarned. The scene takes place Ayutthaya in April 1760 as the Burmese attacked and massacred the Ayutthayan people and foreign merchants on the southern moat. Minkhaung Nawrahta fires cannons into the Ayutthaya citadel, damaging structures including Ekkathat’s royal residence. This temple guard takes his wife into a secret treasure chamber, chains her to the floor and beheads her forcing her soul to guard the temple forever. GORGEOUS filming and costumes but gory. VERY gory. And you have to have some understanding of Thai culture and history to appreciate the script. If you just want to watch a great series for the cinematography and acting, if it’s ever back on, do try to watch it.
So back to Michael. He says that Huntsville, Alabama is known as Rocket City because of their relationship with NASA. Michael and his best friend who had also been in the Navy like to go exploring spooky places. They decided to check out Hell’s Gate. The legend says that if you drive up to this old, beat up, wrought iron gate and park your car, within minutes, a huge black vehicle black truck would appear from down the driveway and chase you away.
The locals tell stories claiming that if the truck ever caught you horrific horrible things would happen to you. So off these two sailors go to see if any of it as true.
They found the area during the day. There were no trespassing signs nor purple stickers on the on the trees. They went home and went on Google Earth to try and look and see if there were any structures. They could not find an owner so they decided to go back at night. Michael drove his truck and parked right in front of the gate.
“For about five minutes, nothing happened. Then we decided to get a little braver and walk up the driveway, which looking back, was not the smartest idea. Being a firearms instructor at the time I was I was carrying and you know, I know, don’t go into the woods without a sidearm in case you run into bears or or worse. And as we were walked up the driveway, we noticed that it overrun there was grass everywhere,about knee high weeds. I mean, there’s no way a car had ever been up and down this driveway for years.
Michael goes on to say that when they got “about a quarter mile in and there was a large field, no trees, no bushes, just a large empty field. Maybe a building had been there a long time ago, but nothing was there now. And we searched all over the area, didn’t find anything, but we were very clearly had a feeling of being watched, that there was something in the woods that was looking at us and watching us, and we decided to try and explore a little further. We decided to go off to one of the nearest paths to the driveway, and as we were walking up the path, I started hearing the sound of the best way I can describe it is like a chittering sound, like a like a chattering sound. No no real no words, just chitter, chitter, chitter like, almost an insect like sound.
And here is where it gets strange.
Michael’s friend told him once they got to safety, that he had started hearing the sound of a large car engine revving. Michael, on the other hand, as they got further into the woods, started seeing things out of the corner of his eyes, darting from tree to tree to tree.
Michael has is terrified of the very thought of alien abduction. A few nights before the two men had watched The Fourth Kind
Michael looked at his friend and I asked if he heard or saw anything. All his friend heard was a truck sound. “I clearly I remember looking up the path just a little bit and I saw what looked to me to be a gray and alien lean out from one of the trees and then go back in”. While talking, Michael spots a gray and says to get out of there. They started walking as fast as they could both hearing something behind them so they started to run.
Michael says “the whole way you could hear these things, something behind us following us. We stopped about and neither one of us were the best of shape, and we stopped for just a few seconds. About half we count the driveway, and I turned around to look at my friend, and standing probably five ft behind him in the middle of this you know, fifteen ft wide, old broke down driveway was what looked like to me, a gray like you’d see in these space movies, and it was reaching out to grab my friend’s shoulder, and I reached out, grabbed my friend, threw him as fast as I could behind me while yelling run, and with my other hand, I drew my side arm, slammed it out and pulled the trigger twice. And as I did that, this thing it just it vibrated like it started shaking, and then it disappeared right in front of my eyes. This thing just disappeared”.
From this point on I urge you to listen to Michael tell the rest. It has all the suspense and drama you could hope for.
Now back to Last Chance Road and the blind curve on gravel and the Black Nissan. I called my friend Melodee to tell her about the accident and she blurted out “I ALMOST got hit by that SUV and I saw it go through the gates racing towards the gravel pit!” Click on the image. This is a Facebook reel I did last summer. Got told to get out I did. I tried to explain I’m from New Jersey and I had never seen anything like this. Didn’t matter. Get out.
So the mystery still hasn’t been solved. WHO drives a black Nissan SUV at what seems like 90 miles per hour on a gravel road paralleling the Humboldt River in Elko, Nevada?
I filmed this last summer when my friends ran out of water. They live off grid and it was super hot out.It’s a 4 minute video so you can see Last Chance Road where Mr. Littell who is in the front seat used to have to hike with his former owner. Now he’s my co-pilot.
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I finally listed my house on the market with a top professional real estate agent, Jay Spencer, last week. I listed on a Thursday which is, according to statistics, the day to list for a quick sale. Of course, today, the stock market dropped. It didn’t wipe out a year’s worth of gains here in the US, but it did overseas. Nonetheless, I am taking advantage of the New Moon in Leo to manifest the sale of my house and the purchase of another one. The vacant lots I already own are better suited for a commercial building. With luck, I can develop it in the future.
After learning Chief Architect’s Home Designer Pro and designing a courtyard house, I discovered that I can buy an existing home and build an Accessory Dwelling Unit (ADU) next to the house using the design I already created. But there is a lot more to learn.
My original goal was to have a house built with a structure in which I could have a FitMax Salt Water Pool
I was trying to find a property I can afford when I discovered this one! It’s in Spencer, Tennessee on 4.11 acres and it has an above ground 30′ round SALT water pool complete with a pool house with a half bath on it’s own septic system. The house is on city sewer.
One of the subscription databases one can use is AcreValue. I used my last free full report yesterday. If I want to upgrade it’s $29 a month.The free account let me generate a soil map which is really useful if you want to know if it’s worth paying for a soil perc (percolation) test to see if you can have a septic installed or not.
And if you are buying a house with acreage of any size over say an acre, you want to know if you can apply for CARBON CREDITS or if you can farm it! This property has $111 in carbon credits assigned.
You also need to know the terrain and Natural Atlas is an affordable subscription service for find elevation, etc.
You can create a free account with All Trails to find hiking trails either ON or near your property.
I can’t hike well anymore so I selected EASY and it generated a map with eleven trails all within a short drive of where I want to live.All Trails links to the various park websites which in turn provide you with maps, photos, and videos.
As soon as my house is under contract, I’m going to drive across country and hopefully, this property will still be for sale. I want to be in a new home by Halloween and get my butt on hiking trails and into water and drive over to the Atlantic Ocean and down to Orange Beach, Alabama before Christmas!
Sometime around 5 am or so on Monday, July 1, 2024 (yesterday) I woke up several times out of a recurring dream which took place in a different realm. It felt like a temple complex. At one point, I was being guided through, when I looked to my left, and saw a GiANT ,possibly 30 foot high head of a lion looking slightly down on what I thought was a group of people. I couldn’t see his body. Something was in the way. I let out a OH WOW that’s Narasimha and the others around me seemed pleased I recognized the fourth avatar of Lord Vishnu.
There were thanghka like paintings and paintings on walls and the only other one that stuck, because I also uttered his name, was Sun Wukong. I was given a fist full of small brass yantras with full color images of dozens, if not close to a hundred deities. I woke up. Went to the bathroom, fell back asleep and was on some path with another woman – normal looking – mid-30s??? and she saw me pull the yantras out of a pocket in a cloak I had been given which felt super heavy because it was filed with dharma weapons. One felt like a mace.
She suddenly remembered she had left her yantras behind and she got up and raced off like the movie character “The Flash”. I was upset that the yantras were jumbled and started to sort them when I woke up.
Now you’d think I dream about Mata Saraswati because she plays the veena. It’s not a sitar. Looks similar. Being a musician myself, you’d think we’d have a real bond. No. I get to see a fierce demon slayer. One who incarnated for the sole purpose of slaying Hiranyakashipu, king of the Asuras a race of demon-like beings, most of whom tend to be evil, not all, most. Jinn are more like smoke beings from tales, however, asuras live in a different realm and they often come into this one. It’s all very complicated.
Hiranyakashipu had done severe austerities and earned a boon. What he asked for was this:
Book 7 of the Bhagavata Purana, Chapter 8:
Can’t be killed by a man nor woman nor god nor goddess, nor demon (asura), nor yakshas (nature spirits), nor gandharvas (celestial musicians and dancers), nor kinnaras (supernatural beings which are half human and half animal who serve as Lord Indra as musicians and dancers), nor creatures of water nor creatures of land, nor creatures that walk, nor creatures that fly.
He asked that he not be killed during the day nor the night. Nor on the ground nor in the sky.
He asked that he not be killed by any weapon. Nor indoors nor outdoors.
And he asked that he not be killed by chants nor by tricks.
So, Hiranyakashipu got his boon. Did he use it wisely? NO! He terrorized everyone and everything and when he was about to behind his own son, the son prayer to Narayan and Vishnu emanated his fourth avatar who was neither a man nor an animal and he certainly wasn’t a kinnara. Lord Narasimha ripped out the evil king’s intestines and heart with his claws, which are not a weapon per se. Lord Narasimha broke the demon’s back over his legs so he did not touch the ground and was not killed in the air. The evil king was killed in a threshold which is neither inside nor outside. And he was killed at sunset (dusk) which is neither day nor night.
“Many of the devotees worship Lord Narasimha with great reverence at homes and in temples, while some observe fast until dusk, on the day of his advent. It is firmly believed that offering prayers to this Lord can bestow one with a variety of benefits like mitigating sins, curing diseases, warding off negative influences of planets and also evil forces, fulfillment of honest desires in respect of longevity, wealth, success, etc. and leading towards liberation”.
Sun Wukong is the Chinese Monkey King who is also a demon slayer equal only to Lord Hanuman. I wish I had been more lucid in the dream to recognize any of the other deities. It was such a shock to see Lord Narasimha, I’m lucky I was able to stay as lucid in the dreamworld as I was, especially since this wasn’t a realm I’m used to. DEFINITELY not a dream about walking in a park in this world that we think we’re living in.
This is a still from the 1986 version of Journey to the West. The image I saw was a portrait in color but it felt like it was more like a thangka painting and Sun Wukong was seated and looking right at the viewer which was, me. I can’t find anything like what I saw.
I rarely dream about anyone I actually know. Sometimes, but rarely. I’m usually surrounded by strangers. I wish I knew who the other “human” was in the dreamassuming a character that can walk alongside you and then take off running like the “Flash” was human.
Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’ I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
The Year I was Born a house cost $22,000. My parents got the house I grew up in two years later for $17,500 with a 4.5 percent VA loan. It had been built three years prior and the family that bought it trashed it. My parents got a bargain.
The average income was $4,137. My dad made a lot more. Took decades for me to discover that as a financial statistician for Mobil Oil we were actually rich. But the Great Depression forced a mindset of preparing for the worst, so we lived several rungs in the ladder belong what we could have afforded.
A Ford car cost $1606-$2944. Thanks to a storage box of 35MM slides crashing to the floor, I discovered a photo of my mom’s Pontiac from 1951! When I get to Tennessee I’ll have those slides digitized.
I drink a lot of whole milk – not that 1 percent crap which the nutritionist told the late Martin Alexander Clifton while in hospital was the worst thing you can drink – was 92 cents for a gallon.I just put in an order for Walmart Curb Side Pick Up for a gallon and paid $3.79 online something my parents would have found inconceivable. Gas was only 23 cents a gallon – yesterday I paid $3.97 a gallon for unleaded regular and had to pump it myself. I grew up with gas station attendants who pumped the gas, checked your oil, cleaned your windshield, if traveling gave you the key to the bathroom, and gave you a map for your trip ahead!
Bread was only 18 cents and it tasted amazing! We only bought bread at a bakery which alas, went out of business in the 80s. Best bread I ever ate and never found anything like it in the years that have passed. This stamp was issued for 3 cents two days after I started screaming for the first time.
My parents LOVED T-bone sirloin steaks. Not sure if sirloin chops for $ .69 a pound is the same thing, but I can tell you that a petite boneless sirloin ON SALE is now $7.99 a pound. I had a coupon AND a senior citizen 10 percent discount so i was able to buy sirloin last week, but not this week. Hell no! I’m not paying $7.99!
Pot Roast was only 43 cents a pound! I looked in the butcher case last Wednesday and almost cried. No pot roast for Sunday anymore. And EGGS. OMG eggs were 61 cents a dozen. Remember the great Egg shortage of 2023? At least now they cost $3.89 a dozen.
I don’t drink coffee – never liked it never got addicted. It was 93 cents a pound when my parents were changing my diaper. Had they ever lived to see a Starbucks and the cost of a foo-foo, pretentious, $3.25 Caffè Americano Grande, they would have acted out and I would have had to drag them out of the mall before the Cancel Culture attacked them!
I remember peeling LOTS of potatoes and shelling pees and shucking corn on the back porch. Those potatoes cost my mom 53 cents for 10 pounds. Those potatoes were grown in Delaware and were like candy. A Russet costs 99 cents for ONE potato – just ONE and it’s tasteless compared to the ones in my childhood. A 6 ½ oz. can Starkist tuna cost a quarter! I stopped buying tuna cause it seems have too much sodium. A 5 ounce can of StarKist Tuna Chunk Light in Water this week at Albertsons is on sale for $1.29!
My dad grew up eating chocolate sandwich cookies. Oreos were first introduced in 1912, but he talked about a bag that came with vanilla ones mixed with what we recognize as an oreo. He’d eat all the chocolate ones and leave the vanillas for his sisters who were peeved. My dad was probably gorging on an 11¾ .oz package of oreos for 39 cents trying to get me to go to sleep or not. I was told I was an exceptionally well-behaved infant, toddler, child, teen, and then all hell broke loose.
I just clipped the JUST FOR U Albertsons coupon so I can pick up a 18.71 ounce FAMILY SIZE (pfff) bag of Oreo Double Stuf Chocolate Sandwich Cookies for $3.29. Without the online coupon some guy pulling off I-80 to shop will pay $5.49!
A pint of Potato Salad was 29 cents. I only buy that when someone is coming for lunch and I’m making sandwiches! A 24 package of Cracker Jack cost $1.49. I wouldn’t eat that crap now if you paid me. Plus it’s $2.49 an ounce! A ½ gallon of apple cider was 49 cents. I wanted to get some two weeks ago in Raleys and saw $6.49 on the label on the shelf and closed the refrigerator case door and walked off.
My mom used cloth diapers and we had a DIAPER service. I suddenly became self-aware in Two Guys on Route 22 in the aisle with these sparkling multi-colored toddler underpants. I wanted them and my mother said no way. I was in a diaper and the only way I could wear them was to potty train myself right there and then. I went home and that was the last time I crapped my pants until I got sick one day in my 40s! I also distinctly remember climbing out of my crib and going downstairs to announce I was all grown up and to get rid of that thing. I also went outside and announced I didn’t want the sandbox because it was baby stuff and I was all grown up. Oddly enough, except for a few moments of being a kid, I really did become a tiny adult overnight. I can also still see those underpants sparkling as if it were two or three years ago and not well a lifetime ago. I had a semi photographic memory – not the rare kind, but one that’s a pain when you want to forget painful moments.
I didn’t know that everyone didn’t dream in color. I had no idea most people didn’t lucid dream. And I had no idea others didn’t feel like the earth was a prison planet. I hated being in a body. HATED it. Hated gravity. Hated having to walk instead of levitating. Hated feeling hungry and needing to pee, etc. Hated getting sick. Hated not being able to summon objects with my mind the way Samantha was able to do in Bewitched.
I did love the beauty of the sky and nature and sunsets and sunrises and the ocean. I loved water. I absolutely LOVED turtles and flowers and animals. I never liked humans. I still don’t.
When Frank Sinatra sings about being 21, I think of how that was the year I graduated from college after 3 years and there wasn’t a job to be hand. Gerald Ford was president and he was TERRIBLE. When I was 35 I was back in graduate school working at the reference desk at the main reference desk at Rutgers having a blast. When I was 65 I bought myself a birthday card wishing me a happy 65th because that year I didn’t get a single card. My late abusive husband didn’t even mention it.
This song is probaby more apropos
This month as I near my 70th birthday my house is GIGANTIC mess. My bed has been moved into the room my late aunt slept in. The furniture is in the hall. The kitchen table and chairs are bunched away from the walls. One has been washed and is ready to be painted. The carpets are being ripped out and vinyl flooring laid. The garage has been turned into a carpentry workshop with sawdust everywhere I can’t find anything. Yard looks great except for a few things that need to be taken to the dump or sold.
The pets are trying not to freak out. There have been more people in this house in the past few months than in the entire time I’ve lived here. In the past year, I’ve met people with stories to tell about trauma and abuse and hardship and being in prison or jail or both than I ever would have imagined meeting.
I have met people with psychic abilities who have tried desperately to hide from them and to not let anyone know. I have no filter and no boundaries, so I’ve let them know they are broadcasting shit regardless so they might as well buck up and use their abilities to climb out of the gutter. We’re stuck in a human body until our time is up. It took me from the time I got potty trained until a few weeks ago to finally stop bitching about being in a human form and just coast along like this woman is doing:
Librarian's Guide to the Multiverse! 