mending fences

So, if you have read my post called “a stone made of light” you know that I am in a very strange place in my heart.

For one thing it came up in a context of aliens and I know that that isn’t always popular with everyone. Of course that is what it was about.

The post is sensitive because it ends up on the note of another poisoning. I was feeling awful and groggy and scared all day yesterday, today I am coming back to life but still not on par but I guess that is where I am supposed to be.

I just realized that it was some kind of outer space Eucharist. I was thinking that the stone made of light was the cure to my ill feelings but now I’m thinking maybe the stone was an outerspace, sacrificial wafer and the poison was an outerspace, sacrifical wine that I have been receiving on and off for a long time. I don’t complain about it any more. Most of all I just throw things away if there is any possible suspicion of poisoning but if it gets the better of me I rely on St. Benedict, patron Saint for help with poisonings and this always carries me through. It’s sort of like learning to live with the suspicion that there were cameras through the house in Florida after my father told me about a friend in the scientific community who had invented a minute camera that could fit on the head of a pin, for instance, on a sticker. We were in the guest room, where an old mirror had stickers on it from Ian’s earlier years. Get it? A mirror, and a camera watching you look at yourself? !!! And knowing it!!!!! He just walked off as if nothing had been said. Life as I had known it ended at that point. It all carried through to my stay in this room–“the cottage.”

This is the mirror, not in use at this time. It hides behind the two over size tubs that don’t do a lot of work but would be there if I ever needed them. I pulled them out just for a bit of veracity.

Life got weirder and weirder after that. We no longer had a normal family life. Insomuch as we ever did.

So, dear local neighbors and friends, please forgive the disruptions that my presence here has brought to your lives if you are among the ones that have been affected by the blow-ups here.

My life has been off the rails ever since I can remember. And I had a little boy to raise. And little to no support. My child is a man now and I am desperately trying to help him clean up his life insofar as I myself has been the cause of his troubles and in any other regard. It seemed like a fantastic process and it IS. It is a miracle for us. But I understand that it may have been hard on others in the community.

All I can do is apologize and express my most sincere gratitude for the kindness that has been shown to me as I am not really a local but have stayed here on and off for 35 years!

Most of all I want to express my gratitude to God and the neighborhood cats for my enjoyment and the well-being of co-Captain Sympatico and Captain Cat (otherwise known as Tanner and Travis) two beautiful, short-haired black and grey and white tabbies who made it possible for me to live here alone for 5 years without a lot of other company. And went on that wild ride here in October of ’21 when I met an ALIEN… Several times cats from other homes came here to be here with them, especially when my mother’s cat Sasha died after my mother’s passing.

And most of all I want to lend an arm to the kid in Easton who was in so much trouble and the nun there who was counseling me for Project Rachel, Post-abortion counselling DID tell me to call Children’s services on that family upstairs from me in downtown Easton, That is a FACT and if anyone ever denies it they can go ahead and be crucified for LYING which is what they used to do in Jesus’s day when someone fibbed about something serious. That young couple had me in terror for my life.

I pray that the child is well and safe and has grown up to be healthy and sane, and that the parents are well.

That’s it! That’s all I can think of for now, anyway.