Good day you wonderful people, how are you this fine day. For some reason I had to sleep a lot today. I think I just messed up the broken brain again but I am unsure. Just woke up soaked in sweat, the usual but the sweat is gross and smells like sickness. I am unsure but had a shower and now the bedding and the clothing is being washed. Just odd and why sometimes I have to just stop for the day. That is just something that happens.

So the day has been good and I managed to rest well. I am not sure what the night will hold as I am just getting up and I have no real idea. Just that the shower was epic and I am happy to be alive. Because I have no idea what is happening when I am sleeping to cause this. I still get to stay up and do things when I am cleaned up, just a happy clam in the world of things to be done.

However, the day is moving along so nicely and I have many things on my list to attend to. This being said I am just wondering if I should look for a darker book. Something morose and doesn’t have a “good” ending, just that we have always have a happy ending and I am looking for something that last in the mind of the listener. Something that lays in the corner of our eyes and darker things lay in the sleeping minds of the elder. Just to know the world is not all rainbows and sugar plumbs. We have to make sure that the world is not what fantasy demands, it is the things we are wanting and not ready to do what required by such fantasy.

When we really look inside ourselves I think we are not a good creature, but just a creature of this world and its conscriptions to the means of life. We have to make sure that the things we need to do is hidden in the shadows so the light can live in peace. I really think that the darkness we have to perform, have become so distateful to the modern mind that we have become unable to step back into the shadow to fight it. We have become so softened that the world of the shadow is no longer held at bay but is now used to create a fear we seek to have resolved for ourselves. Things are here that we have beaten long ago, things we feared less than the ant in the pile of sand. Things now used to have us locked into a fear that we think we cannot beat. But hundreds if not thousands of years ago, we just delt with them.

I am unsure how this is to be delt with but I am happy to see them again. I am happy to see them, they are pretty little things. They bring me much joy when I see them being broadcasted as ghost, aliens, and monsters. In all honesty they are something much worse. They are the things we have thrown to the shadows to have them forgotten but never killed. The monsters are the people who sacrificed everything for the light and now must live in the dark. They are now seeing the light of the lie and wish to blanket all with the dark. With the truth of what we have done to make the world we live in. It will be catastrophic to the ones who never seen this coming, it will be beautiful to the ones who seen it coming for the ages.

However, I must depart and make sure that I get things done tonight and tomorrow will bring another day of tasks.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.