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We had an episode this morning, anger shock and the like. Punched wall, not as hard as we could. By now we know we don't do a lot of damage to the wall, and don't much feel the pain either. It's as though we spin a wheel and whatever flies out, flies out.
Some have resigned themselves to the lost hat and bible. Some are pissed still. The worst part is the mystery, why do we keep leaving stuff everywhere, umbrellas, gloves, hats, scarves, money. At least we leave our money at home, misplace it only. Maybe somone thinks it's okay to leave things outside like we do inside, that it'll be there when we come back. But that's not it.
It's being in shock or whatever, living inside not yet dealt with memories. We're doing our best but how fast can you go?
I seriously fear we will stop our progress, as far as our therapy. Really this is spiritual healing, from people I respect.
But sometimes there is inner conflict, as there is today about going to Al-Anon. Some wish to run screaming from life. But I think that is because of a dark influence, in both cases. some of it may just be difficult memories causing trouble.
I have been taking echinacea for an ulcer. Tummy seems to be doing better, though we have a wee eye infection.
I keep having incidences of loss, everytime I do go to this meeting. I have lost about $300, not lost but misplaced, right after going to this person's house. I have gotten the ulcer after going to a spiritist meeting there. Some did not want to go, and we should have listened. Apparently the spiritist was into communign with some shady spirits. They tortured Sammy, who takes care of the girl-baby. They caused my friends to get digestive troubles too. Friends on the outside, singlets. Two got diverticulitis right afterward, one got a weird Thursday morning only disease, the dog f the house's owner got a very weird digestive parasite that showed up in her solid waste--I saw them they were really creepy.
The ulcer bacteria must have been in the system to begin with, they just got aggravated or something. For a long time I felt no pain, Sammy was absorbing it.
Not happy about that, that anyone had to deal with that, and that it was just the wrong thing to begin with. Every time Cheryl and Lind and I talked about it, we'd start to feel sick.
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Bah, gotta go.
Some have resigned themselves to the lost hat and bible. Some are pissed still. The worst part is the mystery, why do we keep leaving stuff everywhere, umbrellas, gloves, hats, scarves, money. At least we leave our money at home, misplace it only. Maybe somone thinks it's okay to leave things outside like we do inside, that it'll be there when we come back. But that's not it.
It's being in shock or whatever, living inside not yet dealt with memories. We're doing our best but how fast can you go?
I seriously fear we will stop our progress, as far as our therapy. Really this is spiritual healing, from people I respect.
But sometimes there is inner conflict, as there is today about going to Al-Anon. Some wish to run screaming from life. But I think that is because of a dark influence, in both cases. some of it may just be difficult memories causing trouble.
I have been taking echinacea for an ulcer. Tummy seems to be doing better, though we have a wee eye infection.
I keep having incidences of loss, everytime I do go to this meeting. I have lost about $300, not lost but misplaced, right after going to this person's house. I have gotten the ulcer after going to a spiritist meeting there. Some did not want to go, and we should have listened. Apparently the spiritist was into communign with some shady spirits. They tortured Sammy, who takes care of the girl-baby. They caused my friends to get digestive troubles too. Friends on the outside, singlets. Two got diverticulitis right afterward, one got a weird Thursday morning only disease, the dog f the house's owner got a very weird digestive parasite that showed up in her solid waste--I saw them they were really creepy.
The ulcer bacteria must have been in the system to begin with, they just got aggravated or something. For a long time I felt no pain, Sammy was absorbing it.
Not happy about that, that anyone had to deal with that, and that it was just the wrong thing to begin with. Every time Cheryl and Lind and I talked about it, we'd start to feel sick.
t
Bah, gotta go.