“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” ??Author? (Mark Twain?)
I believe my mother and father have collected several death certificates on me. They believe I am gone, bribe the coroner and get a death certifate prior to my actual death which doesn’t come. Generally my mother created the suicide attempts and kept me in a sick suicidal thrall that had me in its grip until the Lamictal overdose which “had me” since Thanksgiving evening, 2016. (But I am completely out of it now. I just wanted to reach life. Life in America. And I have.)
So that is 6 years of waiting and watching and not really feeling like it. So much worse than ever before. Moving into atrophy which is a terrible confession to have to make.
But I am a repository of so much information and some of it is starting to come out and I am working with the Lord who marked me “TRUSTED” before the ALIEN came two years ago; and want to continue to do so. My own personal family and friends are involved. There are also enemies and threats.
God can do anything He wants. He can heal me if He wants to. My neck is already starting to feel better. Dear Reader, please say a prayer for me today for my corporeal presence on this sad and sagging Planet Earth. And I will pray the Divine Mercy Chaplet from St Faustina Kowalska.
Un.Bon.Mot 