I took it back that I wanted Bobby back. And I’m not sure why. It’s like if he shows up, all the magic will disappear! That’s my superstitious human talking, btw. Puff, gone thinking lists and one inch beans in one week. and super senses, reclaiming my heritage, walking naked at the edge of oblivion, the dreams, afraid its all been a coma dream after a terrible accident! Bobby, suddenly there, looking down on me, saying things will be alright now, that I’ve been out for a week but you’re awake! Awake! You fell off the ladder hon. Sshhh, thank god you’re okay! But Fubar and the kid.. Sshh! You need rest.

  The world I live in is a little schizophrenic, if thats the word. I’m living in a bubble of relative calm with all my needs fulfilled while I watch the Earth shatter every night for two hours, into pieces. I’m superstitious that any wrong move and the bubble will break. Going, going, gone. Gone is my IV from the outside world. The fires will instantly start raging, Fubar will disappear, the drops will stop, the ugliness of what’s hidden from my rose colored glasses suddenly there. I don't know if he’ll ever come and it must be his decision.

  A Lozenge came in the weekly drop, a CROAK upgrade that is larger than a hockey puck, ultra lite, half as wide and mostly screen that shows video as well as posts from a company called Nebula on important things, lol, and has a special app with a bunch of comment sites and the ability to start your own! Yeah! It’s been mentioned on The Word as a CROAK upgrade, the CROAK now just used for emergencies with a louder croak. I guess this means that the so called digital blackout is over! The evolving me has cautioned the old me to be careful and not post any detailed intel on my location and I can understand that but the idea of human contact has set my human off into the Imaginarium, what we called the imagination, as in how to present my situation. It could be simply responding to others posts or creating my own and posting me, a transitioning ‘volver for those who are just beginning the transitioning over, or post this journal. Food for thought!

  I already share thoughts with my Guatemalan friend but this would be to the world, millions of eyeballs and thoughts, hopeful with deep anxieties, distrustful, angry. It would be like coming out, back in the day. Out of the closet into the public light of day. If I’m living in a Node, then I’ve got protection. Sleeping on it has always shown me the way.

  The laptop still doesn’t get service so all of this is still really controlled. Speed gardening is worth all the anxiety over the last few months, for sure! Reader, whoever you are, I’m not in any way putting less significance on the enhanced senses and karmic dreams but holy shit! Food in a third the time, greens in only a few days, small tomatoes in a week, cucumbers almost ready after two weeks! It’s like the credit points just hit an upgrade benefit level for the game the boy is playing.

  ‘Having achieved a new level with a playing score of +8, your primary character will now have one new power of your choice. Think carefully on what attribute would best go for the survival of your adopted person.’

  Survival of the spittiest. An ad to find a suitable partner~‘Only the most fertile spitters need apply. Will test your spit prowess next to mine on six different vegys. If you even come close to me, your mine. Okay, may the juiciest most potent spitter win.’

  If plants can evolve, why not frogs! What would happen if I spit on them or into them while croaking? What would an evolved frog look like? Would it grow bigger, croak louder, jump further, play cards? In Native American spirituality, the frog sings the songs that bring the rain. It’s our tears cleansing our soul, the rain cleansing our mother Earth. Would an evolved frog know when to bring the rain and when to stop it? Would an evolved Wolf bring the great Wolf medicine to empower some to help the children understand the great mysteries of life? Gardening can be looked at as something you do all your life.

  Those old people who used to live in the farm down the road gave us a copy of The Philosophy of Gardening which lays it all out. You choose what seeds to grow, nourish them along, sometimes take great risks to see them bear fruit or vegetables, weed the insignificant things that suck up time and that distract you from your growing passions and desires. I completely get that and was so happy to see it in writing! The pieces of my solitary life fit so beautifully together that its hard to break the pattern but I must every few days.

  This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.

  Here's something Bobby wrote a few weeks before he left that was in the attic.‘

  'for too long the human consciousness has been imprisoned behind faulty code, unbeknownst to anyone. To use a human profanity, we’ve been fucked with. The ones of the Collective who are witnessing this time on Earth have arrived at a few tentative conclusions. That because they for no fault of their own, don’t possess the third strand, they are completely cut off from the enhanced senses that is attributed with the evolved form as well as lack the extra senses as the telepathic sense, to become an integral node on the Mesh, becoming One with all. Due to this, they have developed a civilization of alienated beings, not connected to their Source and therefore without any measure of what they do, ending up with a non-sustainable habitat to accommodate an entire race’s disabilities, as gluing handrails in a home to help an invalid walk. In short, it’s a mess and any heroic attempt at Democracy, the required tool for planetary awakening and restoration, is buffeted by the whims of their worst animal spirits.'

  I may not evolve to what he’s becoming or has become but I totally with every cell of my body, get that! It almost seems like a truth so profound that it makes you weep to see such a heroic human struggle with bad wiring. Emotions without a responsible enlightened response have caused the worst in humans and maybe the drive to rise above it. his creative drive to reimagine through art and stories. It’s like the Elephant that’s always been in the room and never talked about!

  Another huge thing just dropped yesterday. While lost in the garden, the package nearly hit me. I caught sight of the drone, not exceptionally large but more like a mini flying saucer. It was Book One of The Oracle Trilogy. And I shouted out a thank you, feeling privileged just to get it and even more so instead of the e-book form. It’s the book by Anonymous that's gone viral on the Lozenge with his/her/its death a few weeks ago. Most of the comments I've read believe the Lozenge with more band width, has become available so the world can read the book.

  So last night was a magical night I need to put down here. It was a, I looked for the right word in the thesaurus, confluence of all the new normal things lately directed to me.

  I decided to see if I could finish the book in one reading since I was now capable of speed reading, another thing. It is immersive as described by one of the changed kids on the segment they show every week of the kids living in an abandoned warehouse. Because you eventually sink into the story and have vivid images of what’s described. It was first thought to be a science fiction trilogy free for everyone as entertainment while the Earth went to hell but as it went viral, the thinking changed that it really was happening and was just disguised as fiction. Sound familiar! There’s thousands of TOT groups forming with all kinds of theories and now that the ThirdEye graphic series is streaming. sort of depicting the main characters that tell the story, it's like everyone has awaken to the new reality. This is something that parallels my experience and is so damn interesting that I’ve been almost dizzy with the idea that I’m part of it. Much more about that later!

  Around three, a near full moon shone through the window onto the book that I had placed onto the hassock next to the chair where Fubar was fast asleep. I got up to look because its usually lost behind clouds or the smokey haze. The dead burned out forest wasn’t there but a lush dense forest with the silhouettes of some large birds flying above them. Something blocked out the moon for an instant only to see millions of fire flies blinking on and off. Then a few Owls joined, other strange sounds unknown in the distance, all so real, so breathtaking. The sound of crickets and frogs were so loud that I laughed hard realizing that it was a mirage, a hologram placed over the whole thing. I then I understood. My birthday! I’d forgotten all about it.

  I cried so hard that Fubar came over and began licking my hands. It was too beautiful, too intense, too much of an answer to questions. It flushed me out, reclaimed my soul.

  

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