Snow.

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Just not down here in the valley?  From what I saw, no.  Only looked from the upstairs window, so... the area I can see and angles and such mean I could have been mistaken.  But, if there is snow, it is tucked in corners, anything that might remain.  But, snow even so.  Just in the mountains.  Beautiful.

I am a bit surprised.  It was down to 34 when I went to bed at around 4:30.  Though it seemed to have stop raining very shortly after I went to bed.  I slept quickly, but... the sound of rain is so pleasing that I often hear it right on into sleep.  It seems to have shut off quickly.

I am sure it is cold out there.  It was extremely cold, so I shut the window down to just a smaller crack last night.  It has been quarter open since fall really set on, up to then.  And, when I came downstairs this morning, I shut it completely.  I will probably open it just a crack when I go to bed at nights.  Even so, it stayed 64 degrees up near me, if the main got down to 61 from it's usual of 63 most of this fall so far.  Smaller crack, at night?  Just enough to... breath better.

Someone put two and two together, remember recent past videos from a particular post.  I know people visit.  I am... never certain they watch the vids.  Less so, that they have any understanding of what my meandering mind is trying to express, suggest, say.  Sometimes at least one of them seems to know, and shows it.  Impressed?  In some ways.  Not... that they believe.

Reading a story, and putting the lines and words and paragraphs and lithographs and such together, doesn't mean one believes.  Only that one understands.  I'm not certain that what I write is all that complicated.  More unbelievable?  To moderns, for certain.  Though, to someone with a complex faith, even if they aren't a believer in what I write, my notions are... child's play.  Which is how they are presented.  Mostly.

Still, to merely have recognition occur in what is mostly a blind and quiet reception?  It... is... satisfying in some small way.  If, too, I really don't write for you, her, them.  I write for me.  To get ideas together, to be rid of them.  Nagging thoughts, potential beliefs, marginal understandings... sights... around corners, into darkness and light?  Something.

One set that hasn't been put together, that I will put together.  It concerns hitting bottom.  Maybe someone saw the connection, but didn't present it back to me.  I am sure that has happened.  My puzzles aren't complex.

I haven't just hit bottom.  I have rested there, and fallen through farther.  Pierced the veil of tears.  Seen what is to come.  Sometimes in real-time, sometimes in dreams.  The only place I haven't seen, directly, one way or the other, is heaven.  Next door, ready to walk through the fire to it, but.  Hell?  In dreams.  Sent to see what is happening.  And... I saw.  A scout of heaven?  I... think so.

Most of the dark ones can no more see one of light than your average person could see a ghost... or whatever those are.  You aren't built for you, your psyche, as theirs, is too fragile.  Though, there are some who can.  Where I went I saw none, of either.  Gathering, they are.  In what passes for suburbs, and smaller cities, queuing for the bigger cities and then to earth.  Or... back when.  It is what I saw.

Anyway, as mentioned, this is a set of videos about hitting bottom.  A thing I have done.  Certainly no weekend retreat.  Not anything like what one would expect.  For many, hitting bottom is a one-time, final, event.  And, almost everyone will hit bottom.  Some, the quick, will be taken to heaven as is?  So it seems to suggest.  If adjudged poorly, bottom, hitting... of the worst sort.

Ah!  But, too, and finally?  A video that seems to cover the beginning.

I have looked, but wasn't satisfied with the offerings.  Either they were so belabored as to lose me, too quick or complex in presentation to make sense, or such.  This... I can understand.  This was done well for an absolute noob.  Yes.

Oh, one more video.  About mounting a big bike.  If she can do it, she could offer legit advice, from literally overcoming her very slight situation.  I am nearly as big as they get, and still be able to ride.  But that bike is as much a horse as a bike.  I have mounted her a few times, but it is a trick.  I have tried several ways, including putting a boot on the pedal and kicking over... my preferred method so far.  Anyway... I'm adding this because I didn't view it until this morning, finding it last night.  And I really like it.

Anyway.  So goes my waking.  Have a good day.