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So. I spent a coupla' years writing about things. As suggested, in therapy. They were my human experiences over the last years. Man, was it therapeutic. Also, it served other purposes, as well. (Hi fans) (Hi haters). (Neither of whom will show their faces, or hands). (For obvious reasons) Hey, I am a lot of things, but writing tops the list. Writing about my journey has been the main catalyst for both my awakening, my growth, and has served as well to send messages to those who are watching; whether they were shaking their heads, laughing, cringing...or encouraging me along the way. Bad, good, ugly or sad...I never held back, eh? Today's message is this; if you thought those stories were...too wierd to be true, not things that typically occur, or you simply dismissed me as nuts; that isn't about to change anytime soon. Now, from the perspective of both hindsight and experiences since; I have an incredible opportunity to share a second narrative of some of that time. A second narrative, because...I know now, things that I did not know then. Scratch that. I knew. I was what some people might call, coincidentally, but not so much; a JUUK. https://youtu.be/1_xwnb3cymcIn fact, I have come along in my growth so well, that hindsight, and the application of that to where we are now, is quite valuable. Done growing? Nah. That time, which I refer to, and never could quite fully explain, that led to my loss of... everything, and everybody? Was necessary. For me, and for all involved, or just watching. The player's, pawns, and the dirty rotten scoundrels, too. Often, dirty rotten scoundrels are your best teachers. Whether they know it, or not. Lessons. I will, start before the *Lastdays*, and be doing some circling around. 'It's cyclical', he said. ~ SantaI always admired him. Good thing? Bad thing? Idk, but I did. Most of them, really; because they taught me so much. In hindsight, now more than ever before. Does still owe me that $200...tho, for the wire transfer. Yes, I changed their names. Happens all the time. People, places, streets and things. For instance: The ViBe.Look closely at the photo. The bottom part after the boobs ?The ViBe, was my Apartment Complex.Read it. Twice. Maybe three times.Close your jaw, relax your chin. ?The Peace Chapel.The Peace Chapel was the Funeral Home where my in-laws chose to have my husband's services held. Also, a former strip club. *Coincidentally, I lived just a few blocks away. 5th largest City in the Country.Odds, probability:Lorraine. Bourbon Street.Never went in, although I do thinkI visited Bourban Street in Na'oleans once...Just before Jamaica. ...planned, Parent 'hood. Worlds within worlds, posts within posts. And yes, I copy it all for posterity, in case I do end up vanishing. Like the guy who vanished from the first place I almost moved into. Without a trace. Even if it does? Meh, just words. I have a very good memory. Details. Hang on to your masks ; ) Love me or hate me, I will literally die trying to save my children from the deception in this world. All of them. Success...failure? I have reason to believe it will go one of two ways. Both, possible. Odds & Probabilities? Roll the dice, baby. https://youtu.be/bESGLojNYSoWe all gonna learn something, either way. With music. All genres. With no concern for era, political correctness, opinions on 'satanic' singers. There are things, we don't know that we don't know. I even push repeat. ?The ViBe: Revisited;https://www.facebook.com/269516210474584/posts/928762254549973/Peace Chapel: Revisited;Thor, Thor Thorson, Thors son's, Ron's and Ron Thorsons; thorns, too. All related.Susie's too;https://www.facebook.com/269516210474584/posts/932573687502163/Figure it out, yet? Finger it out ?. Ffs.You have an idea what you are dealing with.