Hi my dear friends!
I would like to raise $800 or better this month.
So much impending change for this planet beginning to flow.
These energies are impacting my legs healing. Healing continues but it is slower than it should be. The frustrating thing it’s on the back of my legs where it’s hard to see and bandage. I am watching my blood sugar closely and it's in normal range.
Sometimes I feel a little nauseous with this CME from the Sun coming. I am looking at it positively that its energies of renewal that my body needs.
I love you all!
Terran
PS: I met an older retired Navy man, and retired Nashville police officer last night while driving. I don't really like picking up passengers at grocery stores or Walmart. There's always odd items people either want to put on my leather seats or in the trunk. I got a call to pick up a passenger at an H-E-B grocery store off of Menchaca in south Austin. The man seemed older than me, he tried opening my trunk but couldn't figure out the button and then just got frustrated and threw his case of water bottles on my back seat and I thought "Oh Boy its angry old man night!" And I wasn't in too good a mood myself as my legs were feeling the pressure of driving so long. I braced myself for whatever came next. I mostly stayed silent.
I got up the nerve to ask the man how he was doing as we went north on Menchaca to Lamar Ave. He told me was ex Navy, worked as a security guard and moved to Texas from Nashville. He told me how he was introduced online to this 30 something man who was "hydrocephalus" (a congenital condition of water on the brain). He told me how this guy lived in a group home and people made fun of him because of the neurological effects that "water on the brain" has. He told me how me rescued the man from the group home and his abusive mother. As he described the young man's mother I was reminded of another mother I met in Texas who never quite forgave her son for being Asperger's spectrum instead of the little girl she wanted.
This boy was not the beautiful baby his mother had imagined for herself. His father was a very kind local minister who died young. He told me what he saw in this young man, a very pure soul, and the kindest most grateful heart he had ever encountered. And he knew he needed to make sure this individual was taken care of in a world hostile to what it sees as imperfection
He told me he did security guard work for various hotels, he had a long history in law enforcement and he was often required to stay for days on premise in the hotel away from his apartment. Hotels thought so much of him they gave him a separate room for his disabled friend, who quite likes hotels, and he gets to watch all the TV he wants while he's working. And he doesn't feel alone.
I was impressed by the kindness the Austin hospitality industry was showing this person and his disabled friend. I was floored by a level of compassion that this old navy sailor had that for this partially disabled man. I am not sure I have this kind of compassion. What this man did quietly for this person who had no friends, nobody he could trust, only social hyenas surrounding him, was jaw dropping commitment. I was giving a glance into this realm of people filled with light and love where you might not expect to see it in action.
I was deeply moved by what I saw and heard. I felt bad about my initial reaction to "the angry old man" who is jnot so different than me, struggling with aches and pains of common to all humans in their later third of life. Nothing is what it seems. Not even angry achey old men.
