Thursday, January 16, 2025
Busy day.
M. claimed a bag of blood for my transfusion, then escorted me to hospital for my nth dialysis session.
Big Toto reported for work today. Neil, Bertod, and he resumed construction work in front of our house.
Jerome's day off from the Chinese restaurant. He cleaned the rear passage and gave the three doggies a shampoo.
Small Toto printed out a copy of Nobyembre that John encoded in his computer shop.
Wednesday, January 15, 2025
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
Sunday, January 12, 2025
Saturday, January 11, 2025
Friday, January 10, 2025
Thursday, January 9, 2025
But, when it is my turn to die, never say that may I rest in peace, as I never say that of anyone who passes.
Souls NEVER rest in peace--no more than energy does. Souls are continuously alive and proactive, earthbound or not, watching over loved ones, or else reincarnating into new lives.
An inert soul or spirit is inconceivable to me, and is even an insult to Creation.
I suspect that, when people wish souls to "rest in peace," it is because they are afraid of being visited or haunted.
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
Monday, January 6, 2025
Sunday, January 5, 2025
Saturday, January 4, 2025
Do not ask me whether to pull or not pull the plug on someone's respirator.