Good Morning. It’s like 5:50 am here in the great green north. 8˚C / 46˚F slightly west of Ottawa.

I have a splitting headache and at least one of my computers is going nuts.

((( I have several computers. The justification is that I’m working on building an interactive ‘game’ world. I wanted to be sure people who were not gazillionheirs could connect and have fun. Well, they probably can’t, as the company who owns the ‘cloud’ keeps ‘upgrading’ ‘to make your gaming experience more enjoyable’ (but if truth in advertizing really surfaced they’d be saying, “We keep moving the entry level bar up two notches higher than you can reach so we can laugh at you when you fall and keep you scrambling as a slave to make more money so your government can take more of it away from you so you can experience more structure gonflable and more frustration and never get what we promised you, nyaaaaaa-“) )))

The 32 bit windows machine, running XP Professional, has been acting weirdly lately. The firefox browser just closed, pfffft, disappeared- and when I clicked on the icon to reopen it I was informed that windows could not confirm the author of that program so I should click here to let their spying applications search through everything on my computer and throughout all my links to the internet so they could trace all possible threats to their power. (( No, that’s not exactly what they said, but I had a gut suspicion that that’s what they meant. <<< & the spell checker likes ‘suspicion’ but it doesn’t like “Nyaaaaaaa” ??? >>> ))

Ouch.

So while I have a splitting headache, the pain in my neck and shoulder seem to be absent at the moment.

Cheer up, life does get interesting.

And my angels have promised me that it’s getting better for me and Cathi. This is the first day of the rest of your life and all that…”

—Yay?

~~~~~Jim

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The Move is On

I’ve been fighting a really nasty cold for the past three weeks or more.

Um,

Interesting news about the future?–

Earth may hit a fork in the road in the near future. The “New Heaven and New Earth” theory:

Many of the more altruistic and ethical, moral people parc aquatique gonflable among us will move to the “New Earth”- move into a phase of existance that looks like ‘here’ but is actually a slightly higher dimension.

The greedy and power crazy will stay on the “Old Earth” and go through all sorts of trials and tribulations that the New Earth will not have to experience.

—More later,

—–Jim

Last Thursday’s Guest on Coast to Coast A.M. was a guy named Drunvalo Melchizedek. He’s connected with Hopi Elders who told him the Hopi People are a tribe of Mayans who moved to their current area because they were spiritually directed to. He says that the earth might actually slip on its axis when its magnet fields go wonky long enough for the stuff that holds the crust in place to go liquid. And when the magnetic fields get this wonky long enough, the vast majority of people on the planet may go absolutely crazy and have their memories completely wiped out. Those who survive with their sanity and memories intact will be those who have tobogan hinchable established a heart to heart loving connection with the planet. The planet is aware of each of us and can do that.

http://www.drunvalo.net/

So anyway, the other night, I was at work and started chanting to myself. I started feeling really good, and felt an overwhelming love for all of creation, that was surprising…

And then today I still feel pretty darned good.

—–Jim

After working my tail off all week I got a bit of sleep today.

Then, needing more sleep, but not being able to fall asleep easily, I decided to meditate. I did meditate, through pain and aches, and felt like I connected with Masters who were willing to answer a few questions. (My prayer “help!” met with, “What do you believe your priorities are?” …1, posture and health so I can meditate without pain and actually get somewhere. 2, I need to clear through a few spititual blocks. 3. I need some more income- (Right now I can’t remember everything that went through my mind)

-I felt like I lost contact with the Master or Guardian Angel, or whatever, who I was communicating with and thought that one of the ‘Help” requests would be “I’d like to keep the Divine two way conversation lines open-” and received the immediate answer, “You are always connected.” ((Yeah, but I can’t always feel it so clearly, and I’d really like to know Who I’m connected with. I’d like my Truth detector to be fine tuned, I want to know I’m not deceiving myself, I want to know how best to please God. I want to know what my options are…)) ((Immediate anser? “Your requests are reasonable.” Silly me, I asked, “Should I take a number? How long is the prayer fulfillment queue ahead of me?” (((I’mlucky God has a sense of humour.)))

–Iwent on to meditate some more (almost an hour and a half in total) and for one interesting moment, I got a glimpse of what I believe tobogan hinchable must be an alien, being of light, the way he or she appears, not the way we imagine they should appear. I was drifting off into wondering about my higher self, and then I got this glimpse. Probably not me- but I don’t know for sure. very long thin tubular neck and a nearly spherical head. I think this was a female with something like hair in a kind of pony tail on the top of her head. Her skin was almost pure white with a subtle yellow tint. Since I saw this being, I wondered if what I’d seen might have been a statue, but no, when I concentrate, I can feel the intelligence and the emotional warmth coming from her. And, of course, it could be an angel pulling my leg and disguising herself as something I can focus on, to get a quick direct line- like instead of a phone number, she’s got a “focus on this image to get through to me” method of contact?

-Anyway, this is interesting. And I got just enough energy so I’m thinking I’ll be kicking myself later, exhausted at work and then again, too energized to sleep. Let’s hope this does not become self fulfilling snarr-

—–Jim

Yup-

Monday, April 6, 2009. Frank Whatsisname, Donna Whatsername, Pat Somethingorother Kanter, and Dangerous Dick Chaffee’s Birthday. (all Post Office People)

0˚C/+33˚F @ 2:34:56 a.m. in Arnprior.

Photo is the Arnprior & District Museum (née Post Office & Customs House) The building was one of many designed by Thomas Fuller, who also designed the first Parliament Buildings. The building is also Arnprior’s Trademark, more or less, and is on many postcards and almost anything that advertises Arnprior.

Sigh, Yup, and I have been dealing with a hard drive which is in the throws of a near death experience here. Eep. It’s the drive that has been the most parque insuflaveis reliable for nearly five years now… oh no- and has all kinds of information that can’t be replaced, including an interview with Author Geneve Bleu-oh no—– the hard drive went to sleep and won’t wake up.

So, I’ve sent out a plea for help to Michael the Archangel, who is supposed to be good at things like this. “Help!”

—–Jim