Thursday, February 14

A tasty watch


Not that I need any more distractions, but that is my coat, the one I used to wear outside the tipi. The archetypal Bebelina coat, fake fur. I hope this is too, or have they gathered that much real fur for the series? I don't know what the accuracy level in this historical drama is, but it becomes clear how fast America was ravaged. By the filthy Brits, that Momoa is killing off in a rapid speed. 

Wednesday, February 13

Oh the horror

Tomorrow is Valentines Day. The smootchie kootchie day for all happy couples. Blessed be the unhappy. I did not order any fanboy. I have cleaned the entire apartment though (not the kitchen cabinets). It's a good reason for spring cleaning. Showing love for my habitat. Everything I do now feel like procrastinating the actual essay writing. But, all good things take time. Thinking is an important part of the process. Just sitting here, feeling smug, sipping my spinach soup. I'm just happy I don't have a funeral to attend this year.

May all love descend upon thee,


Thursday, February 7

Clarity and common sense

Now that I have reacquainted myself with the new-age crowd ( yes they are still alive and thriving), in my networking mission for my new venture Cleos Tarot, I have discovered not much has changed. It's even worse than I remember it. They have developed a sectarian religious paradigm that is very difficult to reach beyond. Like a fixation. They have decided that the soul and the universe has certain magical qualities, that there are angels watching over us, fairies in the fields and hobgoblins here and there.  Many of them are also conspiracy theorist in climate change denial. They see the dangers of climate change as a political construction, that the people in power have discovered that by instigating fear in the population, by this invented climate change, that they are then more easily controlled. They believe science is brainwashing and dangerous, as it goes against their conception of deities. They are so deep into the fog of delusions that it's quite incredible actually. I'm glad I reunited with them now, because they need me. They need clarity and common sense, and a revision of humor. They blame Zionists, Illuminati and even takes sides with the Nazis in the strive to maintain denial and avoid awakening.  They repeat after each other, compete about who is most illuminated, most clairvoyant etc. The search for new knowledge has stagnated and has developed in the opposite direction, a clinging to magical fantasies. Well, it is an interesting group and a bit scary too. Let me know if I'm starting to lose it myself and start talking about fairies.

Monday, February 4

55

As my post yesterday said: 55.  The Finnish ski jumping legend Matti Nykänen died during the night at an age of 55 the news reported today.  He won 10 gold medals. Haven't found how he is connected to number 23 yet. As they confirmed he died today, then it can't be at 23 yesterday, unless they estimated the time of death wrong. He was an alcoholic who still won gold competing while drunk, viking style. I'm old enough to remember watching him on tv during the Olympics in the 80's. This investigation of synchronicities truly is a Pandoras box.  He also had the same first name and second name as one of my exes dads, who died long ago, 2004 perhaps. Nykänen quit ski jumping when the V-style came in fashion. Rest in peace.

Now he can party in heaven to the songs of his youth. 

Sunday, February 3

This is pure luck


To win on games based on luck three times in one day ( January 25th) is nothing but extreme pure luck. The wins are small, but they are three. On my grandmother Mary's death day, so she might have something to do with it. Thank you Mother Mary. I'm a lucky girl. Well, I think they all had a finger in there. My grandfather loved playing on Keno and looking at the wins: 10, 23 and 55 sek. On October 23 my uncle Sören had namesday as well. Wonder what 55 means? I hope I get to live longer than that. My old friend Thomas is 55 and was born on October 23 as well.  We just spoke about his upcoming concert in town. All the tickets are sold out.  Unfortunately, so I won't be able to go. It would have been fun, a Bowie interpretation. Maybe he can do some changes and fix me a ticket anyway. There's probably some old relative who doesn't really want to go anyway.









Saturday, February 2

It could be the winter flu

But I have been sick since for more than three weeks now, so that is unlikely. I just have to stop being sick. Mind over matter. What if we could develop that ability to cure cancer and other deadly diseases. What can it do now? How much can you control yourself with your mind? If you are tired you can sharpen up. If you are overwhelmed by emotions you can restrain yourself from acting upon them. If you are losing your grip you can tighten it. It's not until you put yourself to the test that you know how much your mind can control. That's why physical and mental exercise is important. If you are sick you can cure yourself. Learn that.

It's a bit better though, than before. Now, it's more feverish and sore eyes, dizzy. Stomach pains are waning. It began when I came back from Luleå. It could have been all the meat I had to eat. Maybe I got some intestinal parasite.  To be more accurate it started after my friend came to visit after I got home. Maybe he had some virus with him. Or it could be amalgam poisoning or cancer. The strangest thing is that I got much better after talking to my son. He has healing powers. On me anyway. 

Thursday, January 31

Amalgam poisoning

That's probably what I have. And there's a plethora of exquisite diseases that can follow from that: MS, ALS, Alzheimers, SLE, psoriasis, Chrohn disease, ulcerative colitis, diabetes, Hodgkins, asthma, allergies,fibromyalgia, epilepsy, Parkinson's, periodontitis...you name it. It's the ultimate poisoning and all they had to do was drill a bit in the filling. Congratulations dentists, you did it again.