Yipee! Pools of water in the desert, and rivers flowing on the Barren Heights. I knew God could talk to me. I just got the whisper of that verse from Isiah. Like God is doing it, or its already happening.

Wonderful to hear God again. I was feeling lonely. Well sort of, I missed chatting to God. The thing was, it was making me ill. Sort of permanantly disorientated. Like I was here but not. Mostly somewhere else altogether. The little whisper was great.

I want to try recovering my Bible. I was thinking about how to this morning. I think I have a method and plan. I love God. Its fun talking to Him.

Had a great few days, and feel like I am more rested.

Thanks be to God for all His Great Wonders.

​Have a 'Wonderful@ Day.

Its like I am remembering a landscape from a very long time ago. Perhaps its all underground now.

Anyway, I think it comes from the Dead Sea. They went and pumped it dry and messed up Aquefers there too. Still, time to get the water back on God says. Expect some more Earthquakes and Volcanoes. Thats how mother Earth gets a squeeze on to gush the water about under the ground. Like She is breathing.

I can feel a Tectonic plate on the move, probably in Russia or near China Border. Not sure exactly, I would have to look on my Globe. Looking forward to painting that more when more rivers are running in the Middle east.

God said I was a bit jumping the gun with that big river through to Libya. There is an obstruction there now apparantly. Anyway if its not moved, it will cause a lot of flooding upstream.

​Hope it all gets wet and grows stuff in the Western Sahara. Flowers in the Desert God said. Hope its Love in a Mist. They are delightful.

God must be honouring that promise of 'Rain in dry places' He told me about.

The problem is since I started on the Aripriprizole I can't actually 'hear' God speaking any more. Not a problem, I see what He wants me to know. In the way the birds fly, and everything speaks. I will have to listen to other people Prophesying in future.

God says I dont need to hear Him now I have memories to use. He sort of hinted it without saying anything, yeah well some of us get on fine with God. Thats the one that made the Leviathan, and sprinkled the Stars in the Heavens. His son is Jesus, and I follow Him. Its a great Journey, not sure where next yet though.

Well God bless you for visiting here, and hope you find something useful. 
​Have a peaceful sleep and a stunning day tomorrow.

Well I suppose I have been thinking about all the changes to our language. Some much better, others, just a form of ultra censorship of ideas.

I was thinking it all started off with Robinsons Jam and the little Golly pins that came with it. Gollys were a very popular toy for us kids in my generation. It was hard as a child to understand the reasons why my Golly*** had to just be called Golly... This was something never before encountered as a generation of homemade felt doll lovers. Think a precurser to Cabbage patch dolls.

Our Mothers had to make them. Ideal for birthdays and Chrismas on a budget. My mum taught me to Hand sew on a Golly. I remember making it. I suppose I am reminded of my early sewing days because its raining heavily and  I am sorting my sewing tray into a proper sewing box I bought at Auction yesterday. My old one fell to bits years ago. ( Both Golly and the sewing box).

Anyway I think Wog was probably the first word I had to learn not to say. Incredible how many words have joined that one. Perhaps we could just redesignate the meanings of lost words. I dont like losing words.

We have a friend who's nickname from School is Wog. It has stuck and I can't think of any other name that works for Him and He is definately not a tinge of Black. He might get freckles though in a good summer. 

Wog. I think it needs to be a game. Rather like a Beetle Drive game. Anyway I am still going to be using the word all the while my friend uses it as a nickname!

Heh! I could add it to the list of silly poochy names I call my dog. It smacks of the scurrulous hysteria surrounding the Pug dog that has the Hitler paw shake. It must be asking for a treat. Dogs do anything for a good fishy snack. Anyway its not the dogs fault it has an unfortunat touch of Tourettes Syndrome...

My dog is having a Duvet Day. She has had breakfast, and gone back to bed. She doesnt like wet paws. Or getting wet behind the ears. What are we Mice or Moles, or Voles? Hopefully Johnny English will step in as Prime Minister and inject some serious consideration to the terminology of the four letter word afficionados, before we get censored to extinction on a no deal Brexit!

Joy of a rainy day to you, remember its really liquid Sunshine, and you might get to see raibows later. Another Joyous Creation of Gods Firmament. So far I havent been Persid Spotting. It rained all last night, so our resevoirs must be topped up. Another blessing for our little Island.

Right, it should start clearing up now for our Battle of Flowers Carnival this afternoon. Never been known to be rained off...

Have a day of Joyous blessings Everyone.

​Pax.

Just been certified with an 'Effervescent Personality' which obviously makes it OK to act like Tigger, and be a chatterbox all over again. oh well, Job had a bit of a time of it for a few years, looks like mine was a thirty year jaunt into the subconscious. Epic!

My Husband is not sure he likes the sound of this. He says as long as I keep taking the tablets he will get used to it... possibly.

Snidey comment about the Masons going tits up, and all is well with the World! I think that must be about everybody I have insulted on RT. Might as well go for a flush when you get dealt a rum hand, and blag your way to the pot. Speaking of which, I am still smoking!

A good day all round.

Blessings in Chirist if you stopped by here today.

All things considered, I think another vote will be looming.

If I was planning one I would pick a date between the last week of October or first week of November.

I think everyone now has a different view of what Brexit was all about, a big political gamble, or gambol.

Hard Brexit up the Khyber,
Soft Brexit up the Swanee.

Had your dally,
and shilly shally.

Now go get
Pally-Wally,

Before we all get
nailed to...

The hoist of the Conservative Petard.

No I didn't have my Camera! What an amazing spectacle though.

I could just imagine a Little Jersey Heffer making a giant leap for mankind over this Moon tonight. .. and yes my little Dog would have laughed to see such fun!

We took the dog to go Moon watching at Noirment Point, and left just as the ferry went past. They must have had a great view from the deck too.

I loved it.

So I came home to make some seedy bread rolls, and shape them as Moon dough. I might make some heart shaped ones too. I am going to put a little Cross on them, as Jesus is very much on my mind with this red Moon. It didn't seem Apocolyptic, but I suppose it is!

Have a wonderful evening, and a fabulous day doing Saturday things tomorrow.

Sweet dreams, and a peaceful night to the World, from Mr Moon. (The one in the Night Sky silly!)

Well it looks as though Israel have owned up to having the White Helmets on the payroll!

A shed load of plastic started washing up, so probably this is going to need volonteers aplenty. We pick up all the plastic and rubbish on our beaches to leave them nice for everybody. not our rubbish, but we do make art out of it and repurpose a lot of it. the rest goes to the incinerator.

I am beginning to feel liberated from that infernal i-pad. I am pleased I put it in the rubbish bin and didnt sell it on. I wouldnt want someone else to get trapped in the i-pad matrix. I did enjoy following the news on it, but never got done all my projects.

I lived without Facebook and can quite happily turn my inner clock back 30 years,  hardly ever use a mobile phone either. It makes my ear burn after 20 seconds and then I get a sharp and then long headache from it. I suppose it must have predictive text. I am useless at that as well. Better than a thick ear and a headache I suppose.

I bought some sports shoes, Puma so quite smart and well made. they were slightly different colours as one must have been gathering dust and sun in a window. I got them for £20, down from £55. I bought a lovely cleaning kit for £14 and they came up perfectly. I also cleaned my husbands sheepskin slippers with it, they came up a treat too. Money well spent then.

I can think of a couple of pigskin suede bags I have that could do with a spruice. I also have an ancient and rather heavy sheepskin coat that looks shabby. That can get a clean too! Happy days with no i-pad to fill. I like renovating.

I purposely bent and twisted the glasses I had been wearing to the psychiatric clinic in one of 'those' moments. Well bent they were! So... satisfying! anyway I had to go short sighted with my own eyesight for a week. I am surprised how much I can see without glasses. Rather liberated on the eywear department. Anyway I realy must try to get back into contact lenses. Having lost weight since coming off Depakote, I am now about 9st 10lb. I was 9st four thirty two years ago when we got married... you never know, I may end up quite slim again.

I am delighted with the Aripriprazole. Its a much better drug for me. I feel like a real person. Not just a shade of myself. The Depakote was the best when it came out. Now there is better. Along with a sort of antihistamine tablet that sorts out all my allergies and gets me to sleep I am on the up and up.

The Dog is amazingly well at the moment. The Husband incredibly supportive. Apart for scolding me for leaving some tissues in a pocket when He put my jeans in with his shirts! Yeah right... dont go there.
I yold him to bog off and check pockets next time. I didnt want the jeans washed. They need mending before washing, I ripped them. Anyway. Its time to unpick them and use them as a pattern.

Funnily enough I bought a roll of lint remover yesterday! I suppose I ought to relent and iorn the shirst and get all the papier mache blobs off them then, nah let Him do it... He will remember to check the pockets next time... Yup, I feel realy bitchy about being told off over a random snot rag finding its way into the washing machine!

Well, back to the psychiatric unit for a checkup tomorrow, and possibly a chance to play table tennis with anyone else still in for a bit of R&R from the rat race we all call life. I am impressed with my new psychiatrist. He is the first one I have had without any psychosis, or self projection issues. He actually seems very normal.

I have got quite a bit done in the garden the last couple of days, cooked a stunning meal today for my Husband, and actually made a decent desert with fructose instead of sugar.  A 'No-i-pad-get -going', day!

Berry meruange with chewy caramel berry toffee and fruit compote. Mostly blackcurrant and redcurrent jam for flavouring which my Husband made for me using fructose. Delish. The first time I have made desert in a couple of years realy. No sugar high or subsequent low. So I may experiment with fructose a bit more. The meruang did set, however I think it probably needs the bulking of actual sugar as well. Something to try out again.

Planet Earth World suddenly seems like things are turning out fine in a generalised sort of way. I feel very positive we can all get along fine in future.

Have a wonderful day tomorrow. Every Blessing to You in the name of Christ Jesus. If you havent found Him yet... ask someone you know is a Christian.

A bit later... I was turning over that tissue conversation to God a few minutes ago, and he came out with a cracker. I do like the way He makes me laugh.

He pointed out the odd occasion I pull a tenner out of the washing machine with the laundry... He said they were the random tissues I left in the pockets. He likes having something to work with! A bit of dye coming out of the clothes is useful as well...

Well I never, and I thought it was the random Universe thing!

God sugessted if my Huband complains about papier mache blobs after washing his clothes that He left a £20 note in the pocket of his shorts or something, and it was a fake one otherwise it would have just laundered nicely on 40 degrees!

I pointed out that as the new tenners are plastic perhaps if in his infinate mercy, wisdom and spontinaity, he would like to up the ante and make the soggy tissues I might leave in the laundry into £20 notes now the tenners are plastic.

My Psychiatrist says I always like the last word! Happy days.

​I am going to take that as a hint to watch out for fake money. I bet those plastic fivers and tenners dont do well on a 90 degree wash!
Love, Pax. 

This was a Totalizer! Shit I get nightmares on sleeping tablets! the High air pressure we have at the moment seemed to be the tipping point and I found myself in an alternative reality where the Borg liked our planet so much they decided not to assimilate it. Then borrowed a few of us to help them get their 'reality' functioning a bit more authentically while they work out how to restore all theur lot back into real people. 

Seems I am back here on Earth today. Well that was a trip! Slightly Nightmarish. they couldnt work out why I couldn't sleep. All good drones are meant to go to sleep at bedtime! Had a terrible time explaining I was actually fucked, and this is what heightened reality is actually like. That Bi-Polar is a genetic condition, and adds to the diversity of the Human Race. Anyway, God played a big part in all this.

They seem to have left us with some cool technology. I had to show them how to look after plants, and how to get the plants real, rather than just simulated and rubbery to touch.

A few very good discussions on Law, Ethics, Religion, Creative thinking and problem solving. Something about learning by stories, and how to dream and what your subconscious is for.

How to have a jolly good row with the other half if you are having a relationship!

Well, I did enjoy summarising my view of Humanity. Wonder what that was all about then... Surprising what comes out of the subconscious when I am delusional.

Anyway I havent looked up much on the news for a couple of weeks. Managed to ditch my i-pad in the rubbish and sent it to the incinerator. allong with my Icons and a few other notable treasures that were too meaningful to me. Sometime life is about letting go of treasures, only to find a whole new experience.

Turns out I am good at Table Tennis! We have a table at the Psychiatric unit, so have been playing for the last two weeks. I want to go and buy some soft Ecco Trainers for summet Petanque and Table Tennis this afternoon. I do need to get a life, I have been staying at home too much lately and went stir crazy.

Thanks for visiting and reading my little confessions on life rhand y're. Blessings. I am hoping the World is a lot friendlier and happier since the last time I looked at the news. I will add more tomorrow or Sunday, when I start to catch up with you all again.

Peace, and hope you get to hear a realy excallent joke and have some fun all weekend.

You just make things with what you have to hand that do a similar job. Any excess air needs to escape from the glove. I used the middle finger of the glove to feed the coupling hosepipe to.

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