Witches, Plastic Bubbles and Banana Popsicles

Banana Popsicle - One of my Favorites

I realized today why I am so upset with “Grace”.  At first I was thinking it was because she’s out to get me… you know, casting spells against me, etc.  That’s not really it though.  I’m upset because she rejected me.  Like most of the family, she was like that last straw that flattened the El Camino’s tires.

I know we’re both into watching those cold case files and Will was off with his boyfriend so I figured we could do “movies” night or something like that.  She was always really friendly and smiley with me and I could use a good friend.  I guess I really read her wrong.  I’ve really read a lot of people wrong.

I read somewhere, something like “who wants to be friends with a shark.”  I know I’m misquoting it, but “shark”??  Maybe they’re reading me wrong as well?  Or maybe it’s “Jump the Shark”?  Who wants to be friends with someone who is near the series end?


Anyway, I couldn’t believe she totally rejected the idea.  No excuses, just flat out didn’t want to do it, didn’t want my company.  Didn’t want me around.  And this was before I was “acting crazy”, before the “red pill” had totally hit.  This was back when I had no idea why she drove a Corolla or knew to be alarmed at the “187” in her license plate number or to even think anything sinister about the portrait of Colonel Sanders on the "shelf".

I know Cartman loves KFC, that's no surprise... but Grace?  

Finger Licking Good to the Bad Witches?

It’s the family that I never knew was family.  The people I was so worried about when I was in the apocalypse stage of my awakening.  I did not realize they were “family” I just thought they were people I cared about.  But now, with all of the rejection, all I want to do is lash out at these “family” members for the rejection.  I found myself on the Internet searching for witch’s chins to prove Grace was an ugly bad witch.  It is so hard to love those that hate you so much.



When we took that cruise to the Bahamas, the A.T. (artificial telepathy) showed me a song on YouTube.  I knew it was them, showing me… pointing it out.  I still do not know why they wanted me to see it.  The song still troubles me today.  It’s a very painful song to listen to.  Fleetwood Mac, “Family Man”.

When I first heard it, my spirit lifted just a bit.  I was very depressed at the time and it seemed like maybe they were trying to welcome me into the family.  Could it be, really???  There’s never been an actual person saying “welcome to the family”, but maybe this was "their" way of doing that.  Or so I hoped.  Later though, signs and feelings turned negative and so now the song feels like another rejection.


I think that’s how its always been, right?  Remember back when I was in the plastic bubble?  Maybe about four years old?  It’s one of my earliest memories, I’m not sure of the age.  How the nurses were so nice to me, they made me feel so comfortable and secure.  They also introduced me to a new flavor of Popsicle.  BANANA!   And that was such a pleasant memory for so many years.  Until the red pill ruined it.

What could I have done at that age to deserve BANANA Popsicles???  It is no wonder that I am a “speaker”, there was no effort what-so-ever to help me along my path.  It was just the opposite.  What I can’t understand is why didn’t they just end me back in the plastic bubble.