.
I was pleased to see health numbers getting, seemingly, impossibly, better. Really, all of them. Now, I'm not feeling it. Still
recovering from the accident? Just the cool dark spring weather?
What gives? I just can't say with certainty.
Bp is higher, if not even close to my highest. Like... 168/100?
It's been 218/ 185 average for six months, twice that I knew. Actually, for a year one of those times. Or another time? Bleh. Sometimes,
for years if unregistered, I haven't necessarily tested. Blood sugar is over 7, but not
by much. And is a part to my other healing. Protein is
required. So... sure.
Even my healing is moving along nicely. The ankle and knee are finally
really doing well. Still a catch in the ankle, but compression will
eventually work that out, if I remember, and push that. It keeps fluid
out, and forces the ankle to work to more of the extreme limits. Both
good things. And the wounds, save the old one, are nearing being
done. The old one? Better, in parts, through time. I am
hoping, with the other wounds finally mostly healed, that it will get all the
attention, and heal much faster. Oh, and the knee? I can put full
weight on it, finally. The bit of a scab on the wound still hurts a bit,
in that action, but the knee itself holds up well.
Still, from over 3k triglycerides or whatever, to ~150... normal... in three
months? That's not normal. Even just the total cholesterols dropping by five
hundred and change in six months? Without medicine, and while eating
only meats (save this last month or so)? And the rest, really.
Even having my blood sugar not be so out of hand WHILE eating carb heavy
foods? Crazy, really.
I had to wonder why. I... tell a tale, from dreams and visions and
whatnot, about being War, the rider of the red horse. Insanity, to take
serious. Just stories, of course. Right? Whatever.
Though... if one where such, and alive... or living... at the moment, when
would War become activated, heal up, and begin getting ready?
Look around the world. Even if it isn't the apocalypse? That rider
will ride, or may, soon. I think, with the way things are going, as
before, and maybe again unless this is the end, the riders will all be
riding. Of course, as mentioned, War isn't international conflict.
War, goes by many names. But that one, or me, is about civil wars, insurrection, or internal, domestic, internecine types of warfare.
And, that... is looking more possible, in many places.
It's... not always about this, or that, or the other thing. But... look to economies, freedoms, government violence used to control people especially wrongly, and things like that. People are governed as a sufferance. But will only suffer just so far. Then... not. And that pendulum goes absolutely ape shit from time to time, and in both directions, until... until it is done. Rip, and tear, until it is done.
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I did have to chuckle about some other things. If you read the old
history, of Rome. It's stages, through ages, it's ebbs and flows, it's
heights and depths? You will see that, quite often, if their enemies
were about to win, capable of winning, and on the brink? The leader was
killed, assassinated, murdered, or just disappeared.
Rome was good at war. But it was far better at killing from afar.
Though, both enemies domestic and foreign. What I have noticed, however,
is that the new Rome doesn't emulate that. I think, in the end?
The price was far too high. For every foreign head hunted, there were
many domestic taken? Family, friends, pets, slaves, servants, and such, of the rich. Leave the patriarch alive, but leave him alone. Take all who love him, but leave him with those who despise him only? I would bet fortunes.
Oh, well, sure. Some. The ISIS leadership, and others.
But... those are US (neo-Rome) proxies. The reason no one cares if a muslim beheads
a muslim is that they belong together. It is their right, perhaps
duty. Similar with superpower nations and their proxy armies. No
one cares about owners who lop the head off their own pet viper, or the
decimation of it's armies. That's... how Rome keeps check, track,
control. They feed the animal, they train it, guide it, protect
it. When it is time, they may dispose of it, or portions of it, as they see fit.
Sort of surprised Israel is getting such blowback for attempting to manage
it's proxy terrorist org. Which was created specifically to create this
scenario. I guess the trap itself, that they thought they were building,
was a trap for them as well. Have to chuckle at that part. I guess
they don't have any more vacations to sell. And we don't measure time in
the same way, now do we?
Anyway. Some thoughts. Had to chuckle? Oh, but with a sour taste in there too. I'd hate to come back just in time to... begin the ending
cycle, if in a more grand way. Hey! I just woke up. To work
already? But... you know... pulling War, Death, Famine, and Strife out
of mothballs isn't cheap. They... want their dance. They... may
just get it.
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