Killdozer! Yes!~ Whenever I have the runaround and get screwed by local county politics and administration... I've been so tempted to just calmly say on the phone of a clerk or sheriff...
"You know no one blames or thinks what that man did was wrong, right?" Go into the trades kids!
I feel you on that Tweet as well. I keep telling myself I'm going to sit down and write with some ideas I've had in mind, but part of me just wants to expand on that Tweet and write about the past four years from COVID on and how it nuclear bombed all reality and relationships for me. During that time, The Melkites were a bomb shelter or base of operations I didn't know I needed back then. I worry a piece like that is going to sound like a melodramatic vomit-inducing Live Journal post though.
Covid policy really did a number on people, didn’t it? I don’t remember being that affected: I was too busy trying to rebuild my career and save my marriage. But the way I hear people talk about it, it was a generational trauma thing.
Where I lived it wasn't really an issue except the town, and where I worked. Honestly, it's what it did to my view of relationships of family members in my life, my newly re-forged faith tested by a "pandemic" and realizing how fragile everything really is that did a number. How easily they could take my Church away from me, how easily a lot of churches were built on sand and the ones that were not.
The veil was ripped in two again, reality was shown it wasn't and the unseen became visible again since like pagan times in the near east region. The old gods and Satan showed their hand for the first time in a long time of leaning on espionage tactics. I'm not entirely sure why, but I'm both still feeling this "sadness" that the world we loved... we lost a long time ago, probably right around 9/11... in reality probably during the French revolution and Enlightenment period. I am also strangely grateful, there's no more false air and battle lines are being drawn. No more bullshit, friend and enemy are being defined. I don't have to believe in the post-war consensus, I don't have to believe history is over, I don't have to believe I can describe God in some scholastic nonsense, I don't have to believe in evolution or the science of wicked people, I don't have to believe in the Civil Rights era or all the performative nonsense. Reality is back, and it looked like a world where people couldn't make it to meetings because they were convulsing in prayer in front of Icons as senators and Kings made decisions.
I’m going to return to this later. I’ve got the kids with me this weekend and have to figure out how to entertain them right now. But you’re tapping into something I feel at the bone level.
Killdozer! Yes!~ Whenever I have the runaround and get screwed by local county politics and administration... I've been so tempted to just calmly say on the phone of a clerk or sheriff...
"You know no one blames or thinks what that man did was wrong, right?" Go into the trades kids!
I feel you on that Tweet as well. I keep telling myself I'm going to sit down and write with some ideas I've had in mind, but part of me just wants to expand on that Tweet and write about the past four years from COVID on and how it nuclear bombed all reality and relationships for me. During that time, The Melkites were a bomb shelter or base of operations I didn't know I needed back then. I worry a piece like that is going to sound like a melodramatic vomit-inducing Live Journal post though.
Covid policy really did a number on people, didn’t it? I don’t remember being that affected: I was too busy trying to rebuild my career and save my marriage. But the way I hear people talk about it, it was a generational trauma thing.
Where I lived it wasn't really an issue except the town, and where I worked. Honestly, it's what it did to my view of relationships of family members in my life, my newly re-forged faith tested by a "pandemic" and realizing how fragile everything really is that did a number. How easily they could take my Church away from me, how easily a lot of churches were built on sand and the ones that were not.
The veil was ripped in two again, reality was shown it wasn't and the unseen became visible again since like pagan times in the near east region. The old gods and Satan showed their hand for the first time in a long time of leaning on espionage tactics. I'm not entirely sure why, but I'm both still feeling this "sadness" that the world we loved... we lost a long time ago, probably right around 9/11... in reality probably during the French revolution and Enlightenment period. I am also strangely grateful, there's no more false air and battle lines are being drawn. No more bullshit, friend and enemy are being defined. I don't have to believe in the post-war consensus, I don't have to believe history is over, I don't have to believe I can describe God in some scholastic nonsense, I don't have to believe in evolution or the science of wicked people, I don't have to believe in the Civil Rights era or all the performative nonsense. Reality is back, and it looked like a world where people couldn't make it to meetings because they were convulsing in prayer in front of Icons as senators and Kings made decisions.
I’m going to return to this later. I’ve got the kids with me this weekend and have to figure out how to entertain them right now. But you’re tapping into something I feel at the bone level.