Son of a... gun.

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My doings yesterday were a bit more than I had thought.  Reminds me of when used ritalin, but without the awful feeling that particular medication brings.  Much was done, and at a solid pace.  I was, relatively, productive.  I tried to sleep at about 22:30 if I doubt if I slept until 0:00 or a bit later.  The horses were running.  I set the alarm for 7:00.  I heard it and had to change it.  I simply could not rise, or at the reset, or even at the third reset.  I don't remember the last alarm, only I do remember setting it.  Noon, boys and girls.  That is when I rose.  It simply wasn't a choice.  I tried, pushed, but there was nothing to push with, or even seemingly against.  It felt like what I must presume a pinned bug must sense.  Stuck.  When I could though, I did.

Fed the girls first thing.  And good thing too.  I sort of remember them being in attendance, at least when I was struggling, and usually failing, to wake, much as those at a wake... if more as vultures than mourning kin.  At least I know if I die, they won't go hungry.  And, I have given them permission, and told my mother to forgive them if she needs to, such is my will.  But NOT until I am dead.  Though, no worries, boys and girls.  I have seen Sassy, the youngest, twice now... as a crone girl cat.  I will outlive her, to much sadness.  Yes, I do see.  Don't always like what I see, but...

And yet, I think I am going to wake a bit then perhaps see about something yet today.  I'm not tired or sore, and it wouldn't matter.  Rain or shine, though it looks more like rain or at least cool and cloudy, I will just take what is offered.  As I suggested, and why I aimed for being ready for what is there and not some idyllic circumstances, I will go when the window is available, not when conditions are just so.  I do need a bit to wake up.  I have little choice there.

Sleep was very good.  Dreams.  Being aloft.  Whether of air or situation I cannot tell.  Staying above the muck and mud of life or land, all good.  Preparing the way, scouting, seeing.  The future, for good or ill, is the way of it.  I will never again be betrayed by my own eyes easily, and I will not betray Wisdom within the confines of what I see.  It is good to be a child of God.  I also realized something... interesting.  Some say, after heaven, on the new earth, we will no longer go armed, or with intent.  We will be pacifists.  I tell you this.  We will not be pacifists, but the grown children of God.  We will go forth as He has shown us.  And we will be armed with His will, after being finally perfected.  That is, we will do right and we will be armed with what is more powerful than any weapons we know today, the weapons of pure mind and will which make nuclear weapons literally insignificant in scope, range, power.  Not even the angels have a weapon like this.  Believe.  That it won't be used to kill one another is a thing not relevant.  Those who might be targeted will be protected from that by hell.

Hmm...  Don't know.  I best get to waking.  And maybe a trim using the electric trimmer for now.  The straight razor?  Oh, right, I will get to honing soon.  But I almost forgot.  I won't be using that until I get back from camping.  I don't want to go afield with a bunch of nicks and outright cuts on my face.  Oh, and if I get out today, I may stop and look for balloons with which to practice.  Boyo, those little slices sting and hurt.  Even my face is somewhat sensitive.  Later.