Possibilities

Day 45. Hi there today, how are things going? I’m going to pray for my readers sometime soon, as I appreciate them immensely. Thank you for the hit, it means a lot. Knowing that someone is riding along with my life on a daily basis is awesome. I’m so privileged to have you sharing my existence via the psychic power of the written word across the wonderful internet web system. Wow. Welcome to the sentient essence of my being. I value this net platform. It is a miracle that this piebald stage is still active and available for you to read. The web address that supports it is about 14 years old. Its provider went dead years ago. Orange. I fear that one day, when I input my email address, Google will say that Computer Says No. Then, I dread, you and me won’t be able to communicate. How bad would that be? I’d be gutted. I‘m writing today is if this may be my last blog. You know what they say, Live For The Day. [An’ all dat…]

A career opportunity has arose during this morning. I‘ll keep you informed about how it goes. It’s too early yet to divulge any intelligence. If I scoop up any blessings you’ll be absolutely the first to know. I’m seeing into the future about what I’m capable of doing. It involves the drug clinic I attend. I have always wanted my own group. I’ve got a co-facilitator lined up to help me, or at least attend. She’s a beautiful person who has a SYSTEM Of Characters in her mind who she calls Head People. She is also a remarkable artist. My favourite piece of hers is a deer getting shot-gunned to death, exploding with blood. It’s doubtlessly spectacular. I fell in love with that picture. It must be how she feels like inside, like an innocent deer getting its head blown off. It inspired me to doodle a bit more. That’s all I can do at the moment, doodle, but I believe they look alright for what they are. I’ll post them on here in the next week or so. They are nothing like the workmanship of graphic design I used to do, but they are pretty pleasing considering I’m not the best when it comes to drawing. Denise said they look clever. Denise is over a year off ‘the brown’ and helped facilitate her first group today. If she can do it then so can I.

I’m going to think about this good fortune I have a fighting chance with. I’ll be introducing discourse about psychosis if it works out. I just swapped numbers with a lad called Jay who also has characters in his mental madness arena. He suffers. I’ll be giving him a call when I’ve had a beer or two to tell him all about my ‘illness’ and hopefully listen to his unbalanced lunacy with relish. I adore talking about delirious mania, its brill and dead interesting. I dig talking about higher powers too, because that, indeed, is also truly arresting, captivating and compelling. Mine is a little girl called Abbie by the way, she is 14 years old. Yes, she talks to me. Yes, I can see her. And yes, I do love her. Bye for now!