Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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the necessity for detachment from all that is not God

It is 10:11 AM Monday morning here in West Michigan. I see from looking out the window on my right the sun is shining today. It is lovely Autumn morning here in the Wasteland.

I am feeling drained of all life force this morning. I am so very thankful I do not have to go or do anything today. I can just sit and silently wait out this day. There are demands placed on me to perform. I am so thankful I do not have to fulfill any roles in society. I do have to play any societal games. I can just be myself in the midst of a dying race.

I got out of bed this morning around 6 o'clock AM. I got up made myself a small portion of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and then read for morning worship from a book titled, 'The Crucible Of Love: A Study of the Mysticism of St Teresa of Jesus and St John of the Cross' by E. W. Trueman Dicken.

After I read for awhile I started falling asleep so I wandered into our living room and dozed till Carol got home from work. So has gone by my life in America.

Last night I read my books and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day to beat a drum.

Carol left this morning to straighten out her banking account. She is now off from work till October 25, 2017. Carol leaves tomorrow for the Northwest.

Well I will close to brush my teeth and wait it out. Existence keeps zooming by! There is no way of escape.

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