You so didn’t get it when we were talking on the phone when I was on the Tower Unit of the Haven Hospital in Reading in the winter of ’21. You did not understand that I was in a public place where numerous people were talking and listening and we were discussing private things. The nurses were listening, for instance. Actually, I realize as I am typing this message to you that you knew exactly what you were doing and it REALLY SUCKED.
I was just trying to get off the phone with you and you kept forcing me to talk louder and louder until I said, “I’m sorry that I hurt you and I know that I did.” You were prompting me for about 5 minutes and you got that out of me and everyone was listening to me and it was bullshit. I hurt myself by that, not you. You just wanted a confession, bogus or not. You hung up, or I hung up. The course after that was predictable. I had no rights. I was cruelly used and abused and almost lost my life.
Because Bernie said.
My weapons now?
- I am a seizure patient. I go into shock, and can’t be followed.
Actually I was healed of my seizures about a year or a year and a half ago when Ian prayed for it when I was sitting on the spiral wood staircase here thinking that the Queen had called the Royal Guard to kill Dad (Grandad.) I went into a massive seizure of the kind that I used to get. I can’t move and the pain gets worse and worse and worse.
That night, instead, I slept through the night and woke up refreshed. And Grandad seemed a little shaken up, but okay. Since then I have not had that kind of seizure. It was a true miracle. But I know about them. And how people react at times like those.
2. stones of light. I finally figured out (with Ian’s help) that they have the power of captured lightening. Throw them at someone and they burst.
- The new normal.
- The new grace.
Un.Bon.Mot 