A strange day.

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In one of the strangest real collections of days lived by one graced with flesh.

It is 44° F outside, on July 9th.  July 9th?  It happens.  The National Weather service reports it to be 47, of course.  Always warmer than it really is.  They use a local airport that is tarred and downwind of a midsized city.  And it is 20 miles away.  But these are features, not bugs, on their march to a one world government.  I wonder how many of these useful idiots realize what the game actually is?  I finally believe the majority of my fellow citizens understand, but with major voting areas, such as Cali, Ill , and NYC permanently rigged, and the rest going that way, I don't believe they have a voice.  If also no will to be heard.

I have set the alarms again, to six and eight.  Somehow the six was switched off.  I checked it before sleep, I know it was on.  I tell you, I am not alone here.  In any case, right at six I heard the alarm start to sound, but then not get going.  It starts with an odd click, then a very faint buzz... electronic purr, then slowly increases in volume and tone?  Something, I think tone too?  As well, light turns on dully, but begins getting brighter.  I swear I heard that initial run up, and thought I sensed the light, then it was as if it, any of it, hadn't happened.

When I found it, and looked at it, that alarm was not on.  Very strange.  Some odd forces working against me, some working for me, both cheating if one only uncheating the other's cheats?  I believe.  I don't have to like it, I simply must believe very real experiences or accept insanity, which I don't.  Don't let secular faith haters design your path toward the highway to hell they follow.  Final death is their greatest hope, and it will fail them.  All the piles of gold on earth will do them not a bit of good... weatherman, prince, politician... false pope.

Blood sugar is improving.  At 165 fasting and a 141 average, this is the best morning since the change?  At least since the changes took hold.  I won't be consuming calories until 16:00 today.  It often takes a bit, after I finally realize it is mealtime, then fixing something can take time.  I am often an hour late with a meal.  T's'okay.  I may fast tomorrow.  Then for three days.  As an 18:00 meal won't leave enough time to correct flaws by eating or eating and dosing, plus checking.  Yeah.  BP is 138/99 and a 73 pulse.

Perhaps a three day fast is exactly what is needed for a finer outcome, even for bp.  Since I am not secular, and all good things I do are God given, I will, from now on, fast with intentions or as a small adoration, as well as in glad penance.  This fast is to the adoration of Mary.  She has been with me, of late.  Not always a wanted companion.  And yet, as only Christ can fully know, a thorn in the side can be of the divinest grace.  Even this ogre now sees that, and welcomes discomforts when contemplating ills.

A shower, first thing.  Dishes reset after.  Perhaps a shot at some rods and curtains installed upstairs?  I can hope.  Good morning and day.