Monday, August 3, 2015

Halcyon Days

OK.  If there's a 9.0 next month on the Iran/Turkish border, and something close to a 6.9 nearby, credibility cannot be denied.  I have to wait less than two months to find out.

What then?  Will I be a healer?  A manifestor?  Both?  Shiva's sidekick slave?  Or can I just leave, like I want to?  What will be my job, I ask again for the umpteenth time?  As if someone will tell me!

Time draws near, so near.  Can I say I see the light at the end of the tunnel?  Ifn my sources are correct, most definitely.   I have less than one percent of my sojourn in the cesspool to go!

Will I have a knock on my door in about three months?  Do I understand the writings and the dreams?

But please!  No one bring a white Fresian to the front door.  We're on the third floor with an overhang!

Things are coming together.  Symbolic prophecies coming due?  Maybe.