The dinner bell.

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Some time in the not to recent past, I had the sense of women encroaching my area. I had thought this could be for the good, and sometimes it is. Just as often, however, women come in to attack or for whatever other reason witches can gather to do harm. I am never sure. I am not even sure if my senses are correct. They merely represent a gut feeling, or group of them, that lead me to a conclusion. If that sense has faded a bit, it has been replaced by a sense of anger from women. Aggression against me for what I have said or done.

Oddly, this is not troubling at all. As a fact, in my darker days, this was a good thing. Women who lose control of their emotions, in any direction or way, are vulnerable. The only emotion a woman can have which is to her advantage against me, or men in general if I have it right, is disappointment, sadness, or surrender, if they are genuine. Though she cannot use these so much as have them work in her favor. At least with me. No, anger, vengeance, and other red emotions simply make them easy to manipulate. Like fish in distress, it is a dinner bell for land sharks.

To that end, I really need to watch myself. For I am terribly hungry. And try as I might, my hungers are easily stronger than I am. So I am treading carefully these days. I avoid certain volatile women, along with those married women. For one, I think some of the anger is because I want children. Though I do not know these women well, I think in this small little place, they know me. I do not hide my intentions and as things go, word does travel. There have been several incidences which have helped me be more sure of my senses, but these incidences did not actually cause the underlying feeling of anger being directed at me.

Yes, I am being a bit cryptic. Then again, I think my system has been hacked locally, and I am read. I wrote something the other day, something I did not end up posting, and my next door neighbor changed her behavior immediately. Actually, while I was writing it. Yes, I am read, and locally. Ha! Of course, I realize there is no real security on computers anymore. Anonymity is only general at best. And even that can probably be undone quickly by someone willing to do little work. It did not help that they used the poorer wireless encryption method initially, when installing my system, in spite of my request. Something which is probably not a thing I can recover from simply. My move may make it difficult to find and then use my wireless, though I may still have something on this machine that makes it vulnerable in other ways. Besides, now that my name and blog are known, following that is simple as well. Nothing new, just irritating.

At least I am not a fish on a hook. hehe I am not wiggling and squirming and about to be et. I just have a couple of tics. I stand to pee, and produce my rights and strength, rather than hoping for another to do that for me. Okay, I am going to nap, try to cool the jets, and try to let the darkness fade. *snap* Something about blood in the water gets me all excited. Something I do attempt to avoid. I never said I was good, and as Christ indicated quite clearly, I cannot be good. I can only do my level best, and lose at that. Only through Him may I find the light. In spite of being as simple as falling off a log it is as tricky as finding a needle in a haystack, and all at once.