Healers And Prophets`

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It's not so surprising that I got banned from the evolutionversuscreation discussion list after I unsubscribed. The coward who owns the group tried to feed me to his wolves. His bullying was a deliberate act of intentionality. It's gonna cost him. If you'll remember I've already predicted I wouldn't last long.

I sorta figured all along that MATT O. is lurking on another group I'm subscribed to because it's the only place he could have gotten my address to send me an offhand invitation to join the group plus the link to get there. Some people... eh?

He got nothing. I've played head games with nincompoops like this a thousand times. I knowingly only committed to what one precious member referred to as creationist "repartee". Why would I not treat his junkyard dogs like animals I know better by experience than to trust? Admittedly, being gullible can be a positive attribute that can lead a person into new adventures, but I'm not a masochist. I don't like being abused with aforethought.

Being gullible is not always an effort I'm openly conscious about. Sometimes I don't know, that I do know, even if I suspect I might know, something, at least, that I won't own up to. That's the conundrum of being born at sunset that puts my life goals in opposition to my mundane daily goals.

I even fool myself into thinking my personality is open house to anybody who takes the time to check it out. I want it to be. I desire to be as translucent as possible, but later, I sometimes discover my silly efforts to be open about my life is a lie.

The little sores inside my mouth, and on one particular spot on the left upper side of my tongue, indicates to me that I'm overdoing it with the nsaids (aspirin, ibuprofen, Naproxen). Any infection can become a serious problem while using prescription drugs as powerful as methotrexate and hydroxychloroquine.

Presently I'm dealing with it by swishing silver colloid water around in my mouth and spitting it out. It helps. At least temporarily. I can never be sure what causes this problem. It happens occasionally. It obviously has something to do with what I put in my body.

My hands hurt. That's where most of the pain I endure from rheumatoid arthritis shows up. Why would it not? I use my hands for everything. Especially typing on my computer keyboard and the keyboard of my digital piano. For the last couple of days I've encountered fairly serious pain just picking up stuff like coffee and kitchen pans. That's why I've been eating the nsaids.

After it stopped raining late yesterday I went for a walk down toward the river. My brother's dogs seemed very happy to see me out and about. They don't appear to go back in the woods without a human to go with them. This human likes having them along. There is nothing back there to worry about except snakes.

Black bears are native to these parts, but I've never actually encountered one when I'm out walking. I only worry about momma bears with cubs. Otherwise they skedaddle long before I see them. Having the dogs around does make me feel safer. They sort of clear the path through the woods before I get there.

The local people are fairly observant about trespassing on people's property. Our family property is isolated by the river and the various streams and flood plains that run through it. I've never met anybody on my walks in all these years. I suspect that's because they'd have to wade through the swamps or go around the end of the airport runway to get to it. Who wants that?

The more time passes and the more people huddle in their houses and in the small crossroad villages that infest the entire Atlantic coastal plains, it seems, the more hesitant they are to wander out into the woods and swamps. That's fine with me. Not many people keep gardens anymore, so they got no reason to be out on the land at all.

The nuclear plant disaster in Japan seems to be a bad omen for many people. I'm concerned myself. There is no real good way to protect oneself from radiation. Acting manly is a fail. I had to take classes about radiation when I went and took a pipewelding test at the nuclear plant in Southport.

I arranged to get laid off before I even finished the welding tests. The tests take weeks to complete. Just going to those classes on radiation was enough to scare me off. I took to reading palms as a diversion there in the test shop, and among the people who stood in line to get their palms read were two big shot supervisors.

It was a humorous situation to me. Generally, people don't think about construction workers as the sort of people who read palms. Many people don't have a clue about what kind of people read palms. Not even palm readers themselves. It's an interesting thing to do.

I knew before hand who these guys were, and that they had a lotta pull on the job site. They got customized readings for that reason, and they liked what I told them. Why would they not? I could see right through them. Pretty much like I do everyone else.

When I asked them to help me get a layoff in order to draw unemployment, they were joyous to get me gone from there. My esoteric talents scared the hell outta them. It's evident that I got a talent for that sort of thing, but I studied intensely and practiced for a long time previously. I don't do it anymore since I settled down. Healers and prophets can't heal and prophesy in their hometowns.

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