Greetings,
Today is 02 July 2012. Happy New Month and I sure hope your Monday has been
a good day.
Today has been a day that has been one to hasten my tasks because of the symptoms
I have had up to this minute. I was doing a bit of gardening in the South West
yard. Simple tasks using my Mr. Gripper for the picking up of small tree limbs,
pine cones - some set aside for ceremony, the remainder disposed of in the
green bag to insure it is picked up by them who recycle trimmings from Earth
Mother's plants, tree's and bushes.
The number one most problematic symptom has been the hearing of sounds
between my ears.
Kin, there are days when I only wish I was totally Deaf in my left ear. Yes,
I know that I am Deaf, but this one Deaf One sure doesn't know. One sound in
particular was the sound of a telephone from back in the day that had been left
off the hook and that irritating sound would come from the receiver. This sound
lasted approximately ten minutes. So bad was it, I checked my home telephone
and my cellular device to be certain. I be damned...
...there has been the sound of the jungle living inside my skull. Even able
to distinguish which sound comes from the Chimpanzee's. The crickets, giant
cicadas, frog's that must resemble them from Louisiana...
...those damned Cajun frogs that grow to be two feet long or so. Huge and so
freaking loud too!
The sounds of WWII era planes fly over head. There must be an old Army Air
Base somewhere near here. I suspect this is why I pick up the Morse Codes.
What a beautiful day it is outside of these walls. This Florida Sky, blue
and rich with puffy white clouds that will on occasional block Father Sun, for
just long enough time for me to task just a wee bit longer. There is a cool
breeze that seems to envelope me from time to time...
...my skin reminds me I may have stretched the Sun piece a few minutes too
long. My skin speaks to me and has changed colour. My Bulb and the wound were
covered for protection.
The Florida Sun beams so brightly and it's just right down dad-damn-it hot
too! I love this life! I want She-Who-Walks-Tall to ask for a transfer to Key
West. Okay, maybe Key Largo. I am a
blessed man to have been born here in the South Eastern United States. I am
humbly proud of my Heritage here in the South too. Them that came before me go
back generation after generation. Born and bred Southern Folk.
There has been a nausea that has played with my emotions. I had to taste my
breakfast twice - threw it up a little bit into my mouth - but did not vomit
more than that. I have sweated both by the heat of the Sun as well as from this
Meniere's disease.
I have been tipsy all day and haven't a single sip of alcohol. My steps out of
doors were walked with purpose. As I walk here within my Lodge. I have stumbled and bumped into stuff, but have able
to keep from falling. Am dizzy at this moment - as I have off and on today and wonder to myself...
...Sir, is this torture? Am I paying the consequences of trespasses long ago
attended to, all of this get’s to be so very tough. No, this is not Karma! But,
I do feel as if I am being punished. The lack of Faith can sometimes smoother
me with sadness.
I have just been struck to think that sometimes, the evil one likes to play
mind games.
Stop.
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