Good day again you loverly people, I have to say the day of recovery took more then just one this time. What a hecken miss step in the weekly plans. Just feel like I am properly conscious now and have control of the body and its movements. I feel like I have some more bodily functions back and can think. I am unsure if I have noticed that behavior or if I was just not all back to normal.

So with the channels I watch online as I don’t watch tv, though I have talked about this through nauseum I can not get over the religious fervor that seems to replace the part of us that I would call compassion. From people becoming obsessed with tarot cards and tell others their future, as the death of Charlie Kirk, many have become more deduced to his faith. Like all other times I have not a single reason to hate any faith or belief. Really hate ages one too quickly and results are not but life in turmoil of factitious lies and suggestions.

Quick note on the Charlie Kirk events. His family has my greatest hopes they will pull through and please, lets tie the fuck who shot him to four horsed and rip him apart.

So, What bothers me so much about this part is that many are calling for the kinship and hope this will bring people together, oddly each time I have seen this it takes but a month for that concept to fall apart. People are forgetful and will pass this along with the next event of life being taken. Why are we justifying the death with compassion, why are we seeking to hold down the fort but never take the other teams fort. Do we not know that retreating to your own fort and discussing future plans, and we become surprised when they come back. Last time I found that I was in a spot with many against me, I pushed back to the fort and then burned the fort down with them in it. Literally and figuratively as well. Lives may have been taken but life is the cost of ultimate death, Either you have the tenacity to make death a part of your life then you are not ready for the truth of life. To have life is to have to goal of death. For it is the outcome to all life, to die is not to be forgotten, but to be turned into the next rich earth to give food to the next evolution thinking it was the best one to come.

With the fear of death we seemed to have created a reason to cost death and it is rewarded with eternal peace. To have such a reasoning is to have the mentality of a child who only heard part of a conversation then making up the whole story. To be clever is to be godly and to be godly is to rationalize why you are right with no charge back. You can’t fight back against a foe that their only weapon is your time and your thoughts. To make a man debate their worth, to make a woman debate her means, to make a group of people fear the cosmic events that are just preplanned common things. That is the ultimate weapon, mankind’s own consciousness.

So it is weird that we have become obsessed with what its right and wrong, that we have become desires of our own falsities, that we have become a creator of faux disease and call it defined faith. What is the the defined though, thoughts, repeated actions of the many, the dictator of dreams and life? Such things are that of a child like existence and has no chance to improve the many but only the few who are chosen. Getting chosen is to say the being inside yourself is not that of importance and must be killed for a common thought and belief. Seems like a destroyer of civilizations that is planted like a seed and wait to see what seed growths are strong enough to take out the others.

Though another rambling of mine now that the others have arived at home and the dog barking is over with. I must get back to recordings of epic stories.

Until later my loverlies,

Much love and be safe with the world turning ever so viciously

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.