oh and one other thing about paintaking and aliens.
from my next to last post
they selected me for this: how much pain an ordinary human being could suffer without breaking,
my father and his cohorts were doing this to me thriugh acutely frustrating me with my laptop.before I left at the threat of gunpoint (spoken to me in my mind.)
the Lord, I heard recently, needed a woman who could suffer as Jeses did (Jesus the man, of course. Not Jesus Who is God.)
and it was sort of like that for me. Until recently I was always accepted by my English family and friends. They understood. Back in America I was persecuted by my own family, in other words, my sister; and felt it but did not know it, where it was coming from and why.
now I do and I’m pissed as shit, to use one of my x’s old expressions.
I’m fnally beginning to understand, though, the desperation my sister felt over my situation in the family when we were children and how it impacted her and I am embracing it with “radical acceptance” now. I do refuse to continue to receive error messages in this regard. I get the picture. I’ve grown and changed. Even a lifelong invalid does this.
Being used as I used to be is no longer a tenable option because I see it coming now.
aliens love me.
Un.Bon.Mot 