"There are days where I think I'm going to die of self-satisfaction!" El Salvador Dali..

Cup of Coffee Cake covered in Cream and grated chocolate

There are days when it is just that good.  There are also times on those days when it isn't so great.  Times of reflection that usually occur before the sun peers over the horizon of the ocean are the toughest times to transit.  I purposefully spend time to meditate at this hour but on the same hand  this is also the time it gets to me as well. 

I have to really put in an effort to be unswayed by this.  I am aware of the vibratory nature of such devious plans that are hatched  ie like the one  hatched against me.  John is now wondering why I am not dead.  His plans have come to nothing then.

He himself is praying to the great prostitute.   It is puzzling as this is hardly a legitimate place from which to hurtle personal attacks at me or make up stories that could be proven to be lies if tried.

My body tells a truthful story.  The answers are all in my blood.  I will take a lie detector test and I will have exhaustive blood tests if I was called upon to prove my innocence and to prove the heinous nature of their lies and destruction on purpose.

So it isn't easy for someone so emotionally challenged to get to a place where one feels like they are going to burst with so much self satisfaction.  This happiness is a direct result of being in the flow of energy.  When you are in the flow you achieve outstanding feats of all differing descriptions.   When gossip and made up stories are much more inviting than the truth then really we all know who the small minded faeries are don't we?  The small mindedness of such wicked Wicca..

I got some magic that will lick her sicker
And turn her hair whiter heaps quicker .  
This is ancient bones and to the point
Laying in the foundations of that IGA joint
They point north east to you
In the direction of your smoke selection too
I don't want to trouble you
but this will be the end of  the WWW 
And her journey upwards

Don't let me be the one to trouble you.  ( a poem written about evil shit)
New dawns upon the batted lawns,
got your stolen tye-dye neck tie
Give it to me, Let me see
I will show you NECK TIE!
Move over I ain't buying :
Oh and lol at you
Looking like a fat Trevor Hendy frying
you're fully fired up and got your hands crack tied
And all I can say is you call that baptised
When dee?  When are you gonna hit me.
I can't wait coz I can lip read
Laughing at you fully.. You guys act so bully
Why?  tell me?
Why you act so holier than thee?

Image by Mezza- A cake I made for fun to amuse Montana