Can You Believe It? …

Real Life Before They Were 5 Yrs. Old …

Combing Hair …

I was happily combing the middle one’s hair. The first born was somewhere in the corner of the room carefully watching the situation. Suddenly the high-pitched voice of my middle child was heard, “Mommy, where is God?” I began my display of such an ethereal answer hard to believe, but I was such dramatic one that I raised my free arm and exclaimed, “God is in the trees, God is in the flowers, God is in the birds that fly in the sky!” “God is everywhere!!!” then I stuck my finger on her belly saying, “God is in youuuu!”

• Well? My oldest one caught the ghist of my display and quietly she came close to the scene of my display to assist and quite convincingly pointing her finger in her own belly said, “Yeah! I cut myself right here and saw his head sticking out!” Can you believe it?

Why Am I Going on With This Issue? …

Because it is quite significant, but! A new discovery! All these things running through my mind must be written down rather than talking it over. Why? The emotional machine installed within everyone is programmed to reject anything against the program written in that individual machine.

• What time is it?
• It’s 2:05 am on Friday, December 15, 2023.
• Time continues to run.
• And so does my mind.
• I am taking a break to catch up with both.
• Of course, I know it is a futile attempt, but all attempts are necessary to at least get an idea of what is and what it is not.

The Idea of My Life’s Reality …

What is the reality I must live by today? Jackpot! Indeed! I hit a big one right now. This pot shall supply me for the rest of my born days. Come on with it, thiaBasilia! What on earth are you talking about? Hahaha! I can afford to laugh whether I anger or amuse you! But that’s enough. I just found out that I am no longer codependent! But! Let me get a hold of this, to cement it in my mind for good.

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Dependency. Some level of dependency is healthy in relationships. It may be tough to make it through life alone, and most people thrive with companionship and social support.

Phew! I had Just Ruined a Brand-New Ink Cartridge, And? …

I began to get disgusted and furious with myself. The horrendous feeling of being a failure without redemption came upon me! First thing? The dread of facing Diana! Anger! Blame! Why Diana cannot understand that I NEED to print! Why didn’t she change the cartridge as I asked her to do? Now she is going to be angry, and I just don’t know how to cope with the least thing I do that could offend Diana … ???

• That’s the moment when it came to me to look up how to get rid of such painful thoughts.
• And that’s when I hit the jackpot!
• I am not codependent!
• I am not mentally ill!
• I am not deluded!
• I am not looking for approval!
• I am hoping for a healthy relationship with my children.
• And for that to happen we need to depend on each other for support.
• And that is the support from my children that I am receiving and giving in return.

Alright! I Am Talking to Myself …

Enough talk. We are all traveling on the same track. No worries. Best of all? Fearlessly, I have made up my mind not to send out Christmas cards. It’s a waste any way that we can look about it. That was one of the stupidest thing that came upon me unexpectedly. I don’t remember ever sending Christmas cards before. O well? I’ll keep the package of cards marked with a big RED X! Hahaha! That is ought to do it! Well? Nothing is happening as I wish for it to happen. Diana grabbed the cards, guess she intends to mail them herself, bless her heart! Hahaha! Back to the drawing board. Heading for bed on Friday, December 15, 2023, at 7:54 pm.

Back To My Saga. Where Was I? …

Here I am! Another 7^th Day of Rest! This one on Saturday, December 16, 2023, at 8:46 am. One more clue to the way we are going on the road we are all traveling in. Some think they are all set on the spot. Others tend to lean on the notion this is the end of the road. A good number are waiting to be raptured to Heaven. The atheist seems to me to be more Iamist. Lol! On and on the beliefs & doctrines are so numerous it boggles one’s mind. And me? My eyes are peeled looking forwards. For now? Photoshop.

• Saturday, December 16, 2023, at 11:30 pm.
• Bed. Up at 6:14 am on Sunday, December 17, 2023.
• Woke up from a strange dream again.
• The dream:
• It seems that we were running an institution for the needy. We had run out of supplies and had no money. The one in charge of the distribution became deathly ill because of the situation. When it was brought the matter to the leaders one of them reach into his pocket and ordered that bread be bought.
• I don’t know what it all means. It’s now Sunday, December 17, 2023, at 7:15 am.

Funny! My Last Post Was Ignored for The Most …

Maybe the dream has something to do with the situation I find myself in. What situations that could be? Ha! Good question! I must think about that answer. Maybe it got something to do with Codependency. I’ll see what develops next. In the meantime, I’ll continue to work towards putting it all together in a book as I have been inspired to do. Time now, Sunday, December 17, 2023, at 7:45 am.

A Surprise Shock …

A phone call. I will write about it after I finish setting up the book that I am working on. Actually, let it suffice that it all wound up for the good. Shock is over. Right now, is Sunday, December 17, 2023, at 3:08 pm. I am saving this file for now. I aim to work on setting the book that have been in my mind for a while now.

Well? Acceptance—Quite A Word …

I must accept the span of time from 1985 until this day on Sunday, December 17, 2023, at 5:15 pm to be exact. This covers the time since I have been writing, writing, and writing about myself and my relationship with the Almighty Creator of everything in existence. This is a fact that I must accept no matter what the cost.

Sunday, December 17, 2023, at 5:55 pm. Can you believe it?

Here it is!

Big change in the horizon! I let you know if whenever I shall post next to expand the issue, lov, thia