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NORMALCY NORMALCY I would venture a guess, and it'd be only a guess, that those of us on this site who blog, are pretty close to the line of demarkation from what psychiatrists would label the NORM. Sites like this one on the Internet--and especially THIS Affairlook site--lend themselves to the paranormal. At my advanced age, I really don't give much of a diddily about being normal or not normal. Well, of course in truth, I've never been in the normal camp. THAT bothered me enough to have gone to 3 shrinks during my middle years, but when I reached forty, I just began to accept myself the way I was, and realize I would never be like the many people I knew. My Father's Mother was old when I was born. She lived with us in a three-story old house with many rooms set far out in thick woods in a little known farming community 26 miles South of Buffalo, New York. My father was an only , and took his responsibility to his mother very seriously. After HIS mother, Jenny, was left alone by the death of her husband ( my father's father), he told MY mother, Ruth, that he would always provide a home for his mother--Jenny. And my father did. My father did provide a home for his mother until her death, much to the dislike of my mother--Ruth. You see, my mother--Ruth-- and my grandmother--Jenny--dispised each other. I was the third of four. My brother Charles was six years older than me, my sister Daphne was four years older, and my younger sister Kathleen IS nine years YOUNGER than me. Psychiatrists have labeled 3rd born in the middle of 4, as "forgotten ." I was such a . Perhaps my grandmother--Jenny--latched on to me, at the age of six or seven because she felt a loneliness in me. Or perhaps, as she often told me in her broken English she and I had been more than friends in a life prior to the one I now live. Jenny has been dead for more than sixty years, and yet, I still have visions of her. Jenny has been dead now for more than sixty years and yet she comes to me often in dreams. When I was Five I remember my mother grabbing my arm and shaking me violently when she caught me coming out of the suite of rooms in our house my father had fixed for Jenny. "You are NEVER to go into that Witches rooms, DO YOU HEAR ME! NEVER!" Of course I cried, and when my mother finally let me go I ran and hid under a stairwell, and I could hear my mother in grandmother's rooms yelling at Jenny. "You leave that boy alone! He's strange enough without you teaching him your black arts." It's a sad thing when a boy never LIKES his own mother. My mother and I had a mutual dislike for each other. She disliked me in all ways possible and yet still fed me and clothed me, and TRIED to show me love...For this I respect her memory.. But my passionate love was for my grandmother, and regardless of what punishments my mother placed on me, I visited, and was with Jenny at every possible minute I could be regardless of the punishments. Jenny had escaped the reign of Hitler in Germany by a number of years by arriving in the U.S. in the thirties. Nevertheless, her German accent, and her German intellect stayed with her for all the rest of her life. Jenny taught me deep meditation at six. She taught me how to leave my body in a trance and travel the world... Probably to those of you with profound left-brain habits, all this regarding the paranormal is nonsense. I don't have any intention of going deeply into what my mother termed the "Black Arts." These small posts don't allow for long disertations... I'll just add, if some of you on this site, feel the presence of wandering beings, and an electric sexuality that runs through everything here, it's something I have no doubt scientists will unravel sometime in the future... Magic. White Magic. The Black Arts, Quantum entanglements-- all-- all use the energy created in our minds akin to sexualtiy as a means to transport, like a battery charge, as a propulsion to connect those who wish it, into a matrix of all seeing, all knowing, into the universal mind. Perhaps into the dimension of what we humans term: GOD.... by davidstardust Sunday morning, June 24, 2012  |
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I love the term Quantum Entanglement! Thank you for coming to my little blog and leaving a comment. xxxxdavid
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M. and the collie wanted to take a long walk this morning, so I didn't put up a picture of my tarot cards for this post... It was actually in the 60's here this morning. What a treat for this normally hot desert. Now I have my feet up and am too lazy to snap a picture... But it was a great walk... We took Katy over to her old home again. I know you have a lot of psychic ability. My grandmother despised the stupidity and myth of C. ,but she was very spiritual and taught the power of love and the futility of revenge. xxxdavid
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I love the term Quantum Entanglement! Is it too late to get on the naughty list???
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