Stone made of light

I saw one as I was waiting to get online.

As I wait as I organize my thoughts and my day (it is 9:25 a.m.) I saw in my mind something coming from or happening in outer space, a dusty-looking brown cord weaving through some things I couldn’t see clearly and at the end of one of the cords a stone made of light. Very strange.

I got online to talk about something that appears to me to be completely remote from this but who knows?

When I was at a DV women’s shelter in Florida, as I was beginning to get ready to leave, a woman came in who was profoundly spiritual, a seizure patient. Obviously, she was there for her own reasons and I couldn’t expect her to help me but she did. Anyway. That was in Y2K. I asked her about what was wrong with me and she said I suffered from bondage to sin. She went all over the place talking about things being “anointed” and I thought that was kind of weird. But what I was struck most by was that her teenage daughter was with her and a constant help.

It made me feel a little differently about my son, Ian. We were the same as this mother and daughter unit. It was different for us because he was a boy of 7 and not up to the part. He was desperate himself. That was what I thought and assumed. Or didn’t pay enough attention to. He was constantly being snatched away from me by my mother and I couldn’t do anything about it. This is the work of JHUHAffective Disorders Unit (JHUHADU). They put my mother in charge. To cover up their tracks. Knowing what would happen.

My mother was severely mentally ill. “Neurologically deficient.” Like her brother in England who was much, much worse and lived and died in a state institution there. For instance, she “hated on” little girls in the neighborhood in New Providence whom she didn’t like well. And she delighted in giving plates of bacon to a Jewish young girl whose parents wouldn’t allow her to have it for faith reasons.

I can’t say much more than this right now as I have a head/neck ache from two days recovery from yet another poisoning and recovery. I was pretty wobbly yesterday but I got through it.