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I came back this time, arriving on the final day of Capricorn, as I have repeated- “wih Aqaurius rising”. I always felt compelled to add this despite having no knowledge of the astrological charts. I have no slick segway to get to the rest and here is why. I have always been slightly amazed at others recalling distinct memories at ages two or younger. Personally, I’m quite sure I don’t remember anything until the first grade. The earlier stuff seems to be repeated family folklore rather than etched memory. One story from the folklore files has taken on possibly deeper or darker meanings and may indeed also explain my toddler amnesia.
The family was living in Pasedena, Texas, were my father had moved us in order to attend the University of Houston. At this point, I was the only offspring around, my oldest sister would be coming into this plane a little later. I was apparently visiting the home of a neighbor girl of the same age. The moms had left us to play by ourselves. Though it seems contrary to motherly instncts, my first guess would be to say that they had left us in the garage. Here’s why. At some point, the innocent pink clad devil picked up a hammer and unleashed her best three year old roundhouse to my skull.
The “no accidents” clause written into the constitution of the Universe, leaves me no other conclusion than this act was an assisination attempt. Our three year old femme fatale being under the influence or completly possessed by a higher density “service to self” extraterrestrial with the dastardly mission of eliminating this young wanderer from this particular incarnation.
What else can I think? Is there another possible rational explanation?
Sure, one can conjure up senarios such as: Maybe I wasn’t playing the game she wanted to play, or; Maybe I had inadvertently grabbed a toy that she wasn’t into sharing. On the surface, these plot inventions would seem plausible, but these are merely alibies and cover-ups for a much darker motive.
A golf-ball knot was raised on your narrator’s forehead, the mom’s were freaked, and I wasn’t allowed to nap for a while. But as you can tell this wanderer lives on. The assassination plot had failed, but the assassin in the the three year old third density human costume escaped undetectected into the hot sticky Pasedena night.
Love and Light,
G
I purchased a Belkin TuneTalk and commandeered my wife’s 5g iPod, with high quality 16 bit recording capabilities. First day out, I find a quiet cul de sac with no traffic, atop a small wooded hill and start recording. So I’m into the recording five minutes or so, when a murder of crows show up in the woods behind me raising a full-tilt, high decibel give and take. But I was determined, I paused and then continued on, figuring they could not drown me out. I recorded an entire podast, nearly forty minutes.
Next day, I’m clear across town (maybe 5 miles “as the crow flies”- ha) from the spot the day before. Nice spot by a lake, little traffic coming by, some locals strolling around the lake (probably wondering why this guy is talking to himself in his vehicle). Within five minutes of starting the recording, the crows return. Perched in the thickets on the lake in front of me, they continue their conversation from the day before.
What d’ya think? There is not always a conspiracy, but we know there are negative forces at work who’s interests are served by the derailing of attempts to reveal our spiritual nature. There are no coincidences.
Next try, again near the lake. I’m waiting for my new buddies. They are a no show. In their place, a local firehouse air-raid warning goes off triggering a ten minute baying contest between every hound within earshot. No matter, I finished all the recordings.
Back home for the review and edit. I discover a fatal flaw in my mobile recording set-up. It seems the iPod, when capturing lengthy audio, periodically spins up the hard drive, leaving large gaps of missing sound. I’m moving along the text and glitch!…I’m on the next page. I attempted to patch things up and replace the missing parts but it became a nightmare. So I canned all three podcasts and have since rercorded the first (Episode Two- “The Teachings”) at home. There were no crows, the dog was asleep and the cats were bannished outdoors, which they prefer anyway.
Love and Light,
G