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| Ive' had a difficult morning/afternoon. I was in deep sadness. I had a bad ghostly visit. I think that my Guardian Angels have taken that ghost away. I slept and the awoke to find that I might eat something. I was working on my dinner and thought that some ghosts were trying to figure out when I'd be working on my Lularoe PopUp. Some of these were interested in getting into some of my inventory. But I decided to work sometime earlier in the next day. One of the ghosts said he'll have to take a nap and wake up to get into my mind to see what I'm doing. Then someone else said that he'll be toast if he gets caught. Then he said that's ok, there's plenty of him to go around. It's when I realized that these ghosts are lined up somewhere like mannequins to come to life and take over when their 'first'born gets take out. Like some kind of cannon fodder. Then I wondered whether they are operated by some brain somewhere that they took out of some fetus. And if the fetuses that are aborted are used in some parts or whole to populate themselves into a new humanoid. Then that humanoid is controlled by that 'brain' somewhere floating in the "cloud". A sci fi idea. Interesting, isn't it? |
| I'm glad the weekend is over. I've been getting so anxious around the time Friday comes around. I've been sad all weekend. I tried to distract myself by working on my Lularoe yesterday. But that was also exhausting. I still have a few moreitems to catalog. My Pop Up will be on 29th January. There I will be anxious andnervous. It will be fine,Colin tells me with a smile. I have no funds. My cell service will be done by the end of the day. I will try to get some stuff done now. |
| Here I am, thank God and Jesus Mine, and having a cup of coffee, and not exactly hungry to eat anything. Choices include: oatmeal, bacon and eggs, hard boiled eggs, deli sandwich, or a great big milk shake!!!! Will have the latter. In a minute. Maybe now. Am now having the milkshake. Used almond milk and RELIV NOW. I'm a distributor for RELIV. I've started a sewing business. I hope to attract frugal-minded people who wish to pay for me to sew them clothes, mostly scrubs. I'll be back. I went to Pinterest and saw pictures of Colin. He looked very handsome, and then I thought he would be a difficult person to live with because he's so handsome, and I'd be somewhat feeling unable to handle his attractiveness. If he and I were out in public I'd be worried about all the women who would be trying to attract him away from me, or if he were too nice to someone I'd start being jealous. I do not know why I am feeling as though it might be difficult living or seeing him even. I think something in me is not quite right. I've not felt this way until now. I think Sally has something to do with this, or her alter ego, Katie. They are the ones, Mary, Colin here. I do not want You to feel sad about me being handsome. I'm not as good as I used to be. I'm no good anymore. They'll be disappointed to see me now. Colin. I do still love You, Colin. I am grateful that You have kept me safe all my life. I want Us to be always together and someone is saying that's going to be boring to You after a while. I want to go out of this world where I live in. It's nice to have something to do, but these people will not be happy to hear that I've gotten a few more things to work on and they'll make You sad because they'll blame You for it. They'll blame Jesus too for it. I hope that there will be a day when You will get out of this world. |
| I'm feeling fuzzy headed now. I feel as though I'm being spiritually abused by that bastard Churchill. I wish he'd leave and go back to his stuff and be sad all the time and I'm hoping to be getting out of here soon. My Dad isn't my real Dad. He's not helpful. he seems to be off his own world. He doesn't wish to help me with my luLaroe Project and tells me he doesn't have money. But he does. He gets a lot of money from the Queen who tells him to make me sad all the time. I also know he has money from Marcos who gave him some money before we went to live in the USA. Marcos hated my Dad because he wouldn't let my Mom go along with Marcos so Marcos devised a way to make our family become targeted by Marcos haters in the USA. I didn't know all of this before the other day. I'm so fucked up because I lost my real family in Heaven. I want to go to Heaven soon, please God. I don't know how to go about going to Heaven. I wish to be not killed while going there. I know that some people go to a different place they call heaven. But I'm thinking I might want to go where my Husband Colin Firth lives. Mary |
| My life has been a series of failures after I got my first paying job out of Grad School: 1. Yale School of Medicine (1985-1987) - where I fell for a bastard and got into a series of mental hospitals into the 90's 2. Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center (1987-1991) - where I failed because I was lured out of NY to go to meet the same bastard who said he was going to meet me in Niagara Falls. 3. Purdue University Department of Physiology and Pharmacology (1991-1993) 4. Animal Disease Diagnostic Laboratory - left that place because they insulted Jesus to my face. 5. Series of jobs - all rundown and made me still sad. 7. Cook Biotech Inc - it was good while it lasted but that same bastard came back and brought with him Churchill. They directed my life all after 2017. ' |
| I'm up after a long afternoon rest. I had my dinner - egg drop soup and some ham from Swiss Colony. I'm not ravenous as an eater so it's ok. I blogged on Twitter. I also blogged on another site about my remembrances of being a pharmacy tech. That was a wish I wanted when I had been unemployed during the years after I left the Purdue lab for microbiology (Animal Disease Diagnostic Lab). The work was ok but it felt rather like a letdown because the first wish to fervently pray to get into the hospital went south after I saw what the life of a pharmacy tech was like. I couldn't speak too much of the life there as a pharmacy tech - not frankly enough - because I felt as though some people were listening to me there. I spoke out about the disparity between those who 'had' and those who 'did not have' what it took to earn a great amount of money to work there. The thing about it that got a bit of a letdown was the physical labor it took for me to do to keep working there, yet it seemed as though I was unable to use my mind in a constructive way, not as a way to 'get into people's minds' as some do for a living, but the abilities that God gave me weren't all there to be utilized. But I was a quiet enough worker, and merely observed how people acted, what they said and how they treated each other. For this, I suppose I had my work to do. I was therefore, a 'witness for Jesus' which I"m feeling as though this was the biggest objection to being a friend or acquaintance of a Catholic person. I was fine as a witness for Jesus. I might say I was a witness for Christ, a witness for God, a witness for the Clouds of Witnesses. I know the Bible has this phrase and those who are thinking of it should look to the Bible to see where this is located. When I felt as though Jesus was insulted when I left the ADDL in Purdue, I went out of that place and told some people that i worked for God. That thing I said to some people made one of them ask me to go with her and her boyfriend to some northern city in Indiana to look for or help unwed mothers to recover. At least that is how I interpreted her invitation. I said NO because I didn't quite like her. Something about this woman, Yvonne Van Der Aa made me rather doubtful of what she was and who she was. I wasn't quite sure what working for God was all about. But I didn't think of it consciously after that. I merely thought it was better to work for God than for some beastly person who used people to get where they wanted, and for their own selfish reasons. I went to go on and apply (during the time I worked at the pharmacy) to Purdue again (even though I swore never to return there). I went for an interview with a PhD researcher in cancer, the wife of a professor in the field of Veterinary medicine, who worked on dogs (female ones) to see how breast cancer might behave. She worked in the cancer research department at the Cancer center. She gave me a tour of her labs. The one place I felt sad about was their dog lab. There on the table was a beautiful dog, quite well toned, and it was dead. I was sorry this dog was dead. I saw no visible signs on the animal that he was in ill health. I left the interview and went home to tell my mom. She wasn't happy at the description of the dog and that it was one of many this woman researcher would use to do her research. Then the remark my mom said was "You are a Secular Franciscan and Francis was a happy animal person and he might not be happy to know you will be working on taking dog parts for research." or words to that effect. I never heard from that woman researcher but I did run into her at the grocery and she looked at me with surprise. I was happy then to tell her that I had a job somewhere else. I hope that with this New Year that there will be more people who would think about their jobs, how they could think of why they are working there, and whether they are being asked to work for a bad set of goals or if the place they work in is doing good for everyone. I'm still unable to do any writing. I have posted somewhere else my newest work, Hacked, as a book-in-writing. I don't know how far this writing will go but it might be the safest way to put out my work so that if anyone wanted to hack into it that would be witnessed by the "Clouds of Witness". I hear the word "Armaggedon" being said in the minds of my thoughts. I don't know why - unless the Bastard wants to annihilate the Clouds of Witness? I have to go now. Margot Huxley |
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