Meniere's Disease, I Was Visited By A Spirit Woman, I Heard Her Voice

Kinfolk, Kindred and All Relations,

Good Afternoon.

I wish to share something with those I am able and permitted to talk. It is personal and this cuts deep. You see, I had a Spirit Woman , call out to me earlier today. It was during a fantastic electrical storm. She with raised voice called out, "B`jou". As clear as I see these letters on the key board, One called out loud into my Deaf Left ear. I must find definition of this B`jou.

I may sometimes be ignorant of some things, what I am not ignorant of, is the difference between the noises, sounds and "ALL" of the what-ever's I might hear and listen to between these three ears.

I am embarrassed to report that I asked the Spirit Woman to be off and away.

Simple process, you see? I just was not in the mood to listen to my Spirit Woman friend at that precise moment in time. She was so clear, her voice too beautiful. Too loud in my Deaf Left Ear.

I don't know why I freaked out and shooed a Spirit along. I am guilty in my heart, but I do say that I just couldn't have this connection. No, not right then. She scared the piss out of me! HA!

Yes, Kin, I do hear Voices. Along with every other fuckin' sound and noise that lives in me. Yes, Kin my therapist and my psychiatrist knows too. So does He-Who-Touched-My-Brain. So does my She-Who-Walks-Tall. There are too many times I ask her, "do you hear that Babe" and the response is usually always no. My sisters - the same. My daughter's the same.

So often I feel alienated. Separated by others because of meniere's, it's symptoms and rubbish. I suppose some Folks find me freakish. I am a Freak, just not in that way. Seen. My heart goes heavy and sad with the separations between Kinfolk and Kindred. I am not a freak, ya know.

Jimmy, my Life Long Best Good Friend, I am not "mad", my brother. I am not insane. I believe there are times and moments when I am too damned sane. These are symptoms of this bull shit disease named Meniere's. I am still me. Just with a twist. Seen...

...my dearest Great Spirit, is aware of these peculiar issues. I am okay with these noises and sounds and voices sometimes. God has made me this so - so I go on. There are times where and when I will entertain myself by listening to what's happening in the Bobble Head. I mean, really. What can you do? What can One do? What am I to do, but ask on bended knee, please, my dear Brethren, my Kindred, DO NOT JUDGE ME. Can you  feel me?

I am a simple fellow with a complicated disease. I push. When I tire, I push harder. If part of this disease is what goes on in my brains, I must live my life and walk My Path, "as is". Life.