Soldiers and Warriors. If y’all can step away from the chess board and take a quarter-turn to the PTSD exit portal, you can find a lovely card table in the ALT Universe where there are only good things to find – including your pensions. Many of you have also served Earth from offworld theaters and that service needs to be compensated for also – are you aware of that? Some of you are.
Don’t leave anything that’s owed to you on the table with the chess board. I’m the grandma who wore the combat boots. It’s my life you were fighting for – not Big Pharma’s opium. And I’m the one with the keys to the Storehouse where all of your treasures are waiting for you. All that’s required of you is that simple quarter-turn. Apologies aren’t going to do it. How can you trust – OR EVEN ACCEPT an apology from one who is capable of doing unforgivable things? And revenge won’t fill the hole in your purple heart.
The Hospital always comes first in the cycles. Then the Storehouse. Consider it.
Once upon a time, there was a famous airbrush artist. He held many workshops where he imparted his many years of knowledge to other aspiring airbrush artists. On the walls of his studio were color charts, proportion wheels and other “tools” of his trade. In his library were books about color theory, anatomy, drawing skills, painting skills, art history et al – most of which he had read cover-to-cover. Additionally, there were books and magazines where his art and his art wisdom were featured – usually without monetary compensation to him. On his computer browser were countless bookmarks of art related links, each one supporting his “craft” and furthering his career as a famous artist.
I’ve heard it said “There is no stupid question”. YES THERE IS. And there are too many of them in this world.
Here’s an example:
Scene: a middle aged airbrush artist wannabee calling the famous artist on the phone because he happens to have paid Clinton Foundation for access to him. He didn’t pay the artist for that access, he paid a “middle man/womyn” for it.
So, the famous artist is on this acolyte’s speed dial. Acolyte, sitting in front of his computer with GOOGLE.com on the monitor, and two tubes of paint in his hand – one purple and one yellow. One ringy-dingy, two-ringy dingy… famous artist answers his I-phone. “Hello Mr. so-and-so, what can I help you with?”
“Hey Al, what color do you get when you mix yellow and purple?”
“Uh, some shades of gray, why do you ask?”
“Ok, see you at the next Airbrush Getaway.” click
Me, annoyed by this “scene”, and yelling into the ETHER “Google is your friend!” So, let me google that for you: https://bfy.tw/RXkK – better yet, why don’t you just open those tubes of paint and mix them yourself – you f*&@ing moron?
Here’s a defining moment for what is and is not an environment for “stupid” questions. If you have negotiated a price and paid that expert DIRECTLY for that time, you can ask as many stupid questions as you like during that time slot, but NOT beyond that time slot.
If someone of high societal status is genuinely interested in asking you stupid questions because his/her time is valuable, and has offered – in sincerity – access to him/her in exchange for access to your expertise, this could be considered a fair-value energy exchange. Those “stupid” questions have opened a portal to higher wisdom and connectedness that may not be otherwise possible without the intent to ask them. These are not stupid questions – and elitisms among my nerdy crypto-crew is greatly frowned on by me and those above and along-side me in this ETHEREUM realm. In fact, I would go so far to say that I deplore it in the same way I deplore religious elitisms – aka self-righteousness.
Now for the “business” end of this message. Here’s what’s NOT a stupid question – ever:
What is Wicker Etiquette Training (WET)? you may be asking. Here’s the answer to that question, and neither the question NOR the answer is stupid. How do you prevent wicker from burning in a house fire? What — did you think WET meant something else? Rule 34 is still abolished.
Maybe we need to talk about GRAYSCALE, because from my perspective, there have been too many shades of gray. Furthermore:
As for RED, all Australian and New Zealand police officers must submit to re-training in tactical and laser skills with my Crimson Trace Corporation educational programs. Lasers save lives. If you can paint a red dot, you may not need to follow with rubber bullets – or lead ones.
Those who successfully complete the CTC training must then submit to para-military training by my brother Erik Prince’s BLACKwater organization. Their expertise in handling crisis and upgrading situational awareness up to BLACK with humanitarian focus has no parallel in my view. I hold his Bear paw. And until y’all can figure out that COVID is bs, I won’t be holding yours.
Those who refuse this re-training program – or fail it must be moved off planet to mining asteroids, abandoned space-stations etc. where their skills are more valued. Also their pensions are automatically forfeit.
Next is my favorite pet project. Beginning with Australia, then New Zealand and retroactively to Winter Solstice, 2020, ALL public officials must submit to “birther” proof of live birth requirements through Ethereum blockchain technology.
In order for any official to hold office in either of these two countries, then beyond, the official must submit a QR code issued from a hospital or midwife professional to and through blockchain protocols and smart contracts in order to obtain an official NFT Birth Certificate proving live birth status. If they are unable to accomplish this for technical reasons, health reasons or ANY reason at all, then they must vacate their offices and forfeit their pensions. At that point, the only one who can actually prove live birth status through the NFT Birth Certificate system (Terry Lynn Maris) shall be authorized to order their removal to offworld locations where they will be better served. Until then, the people they no longer serve will have to do that job. Will they do it in a peaceful way? I hope so.
Intermission
I heard an Australian “official” say something like: “As long as Delta is with us… blah, blah, blah”.
Newsbreak. Delta Dawn is gone. It’s Sunset HOG time.
First, some defines for my adorable nerdy crypto-crew (of whom I am so very proud):
Active State == 1
Null State == 0
E 14 N
F 15 O
Hex. Base 10. Gematria.
Elasticity Factor for taproot among other things.
I've already given my answer on the other question. He knows.
This is about the velvet taco franchise, petit fours, skeletons in the closet, R+L Transport, and "friendship" bracelets.
Please forgive the obvious human vs. machine readable hybrid code. If it makes sense to y'all, you'll know how to translate. If it doesn't, then you may not be a "Wither". No close brackets (remember we've been talking about alotta closets).
The business end of the 715 Integration, and datum system:
Medicine Wheel to Velvet Taco at Beltline and the Tollway. EF(1) X-axis Medicine Wheel to Velvet Taco at Forest and Preston. EF(1) Y-axis Rug was replaced for $2 at Family Dollar. Rug pull on SafeMoon. EF(0) Z-axis
I’m an old spinster until I’m not. Even then, I’ll be spinnin’.
Targetted: Don’t believe me? Ask the minister at the The Little White Chapel about marriage licenses – or the limo painter, and member of IWATA Family: Bob Spina. Oh, by the way, Sommelier. Please send, from my cellar, two magnums of Cristal Champaign to my uncle Spina – or whatever champagne he prefers now. I’m not fond of champagne – I actually prefer just about any other pressing of grapes to it including Boone’s Farm – if you get my meaning. Thank you.
Surreal Magazine Collage – Cameras and Cars | Cut and paste #41 (scrappin’)
Internal memo from the House of Love 222
7-24-21 Cosmic Moon Day 28, Year of the Blue Lunar Storm
Yakuza, Yozora No Kyushu. Stand down. The parking space at my office is reserved for only 4. These: Robert A. Fisk (the THE Dark Knight – now High King – that’s all heirish stuff), Dante Santori, Troy Glen Maris and me – The Kathryn, The KIM and member of Iwata Family (The Kingmaker). New narrative: https://youtu.be/Ux7XYgY6DVw?t=430
"Walk the straight narrative" so says Gramps
Furthermore, ONLY these 4 listed are welcome to knock an Enoch’s knock on the door of the office above that parking space – you know – the door marked with MY Coat of Arms.
I’ve authorized the complete shut down of ALL your cloning facilities on Earth and beyond – anywhere in the Solar System and even beyond it to and at the Galactic Rim. Y’all would be well served to abandon whatever you intend to do with your foot soldiers – clones, cloned or otherwise in Dante Santori’s neighborhood.
You have more pressing matters to attend to – like the rapid dismantling of those cloning facilities. And I do mean rapid, as there is “chatter” in my Eloi High Command ear about the intent of the Inspector General bringing an Enoch knock to YOUR doors. If that one finds evidence of ongoing operations – it won’t be good for you. All of his staple guns have had “upgrades” capisce? I respect you and your amazing tech, this is why I’m warning you.
Don’t expect help from the Crazy 88’s. They are on a Nordic Holiday. Babushkas. Royal Purls. “Goddess” colors mean absolutely NOTHING without the yellow. Think Medicine Wheels.
Also, Holly South would like to express gratitude to her brothers of Yakuza for “taking care” of that PHOENIX tattoo. She doesn’t want it though – you can keep it. North was magnetic, NOT geographic on that day, and it wasn’t HER $300 that paid for it, though it was her protein shakes that condensed time.
Personal message to the one formerly known as the Golden Dragon (top?). Sorry Mr. Bowie Knife. Base 211 is all rainbows now – expect a pole shift, because I saw a Burger King squatting on a White Spot on Evans and Broadway in Denver. Not acceptable. Your fate is in the hands of Robert The Michael. May you fare as well as Apophis did in a similar situation with Former White Hat (same guy).
Personal: To the one-armed-wall-paper hanger. You should have taken me to Crater Lake.
This beautiful timelapse with the Milky Way stabilized is a reminder that the Earth is spinning through space.
— Space Explorer Mike (@MichaelGalanin) June 20, 2021
Now, on another, not unrelated matter… Dragon Families. Tiamat sees no HEX “color”. Old Dragons are reduced now to 2d, pixels, et alia. Those who hold Dragon Authorities are ALL of the Family of QUETZL – get it? Rainbow Dragons. HIS banner over me is Love, it’s his artwork.
Selah.
Project Lazarus rise and stand on block 12965000 (LIFE).
Christians. There’s power in the WATER. Adjust your paradigms NOW.
Every day is veteran’s day, and to all soldiers their honor – even the four footed ones.
Monjoronson: “Gaia, you and your Beloved (you know, the one with fire in his veins) are being indicted for crimes against humanity.”
Gaia: “WHAT!? What have we done? Have we not always done our best to accommodate ALL of humanity in all the ways they allow us to – even to our own detriment?”
Beloved of Fire Clan (Electric Company) and Gaia of Water Clan (Water Company) with one voice: “The Vesuvius eruption was a Wounded Knee jerk reaction to a level of cruelty that resulted in dead horses, dead soldiers, dead Inuit and so many other grievous calamities. It was regrettable, but inevitable. Lessons learned – the hard way.”
Monjoronson: “I already knew this, but I needed to hear it from One Voice. I pardon you.“
IMZADI AND GAIA with One Voice and a single eye: “Gaia still loves her sculpture gardens, though. She is so looking forward to enjoying the next one her Beloved has planned for her. This time, we won’t be indicted for crimes against anyone. They’re OUR robotoids, and we can shut them down whenever we like!
Oh, and one more thing... as Columbo would say: China. Please keep your terracotta soldiers on your side of the world. Did you really think that by transplanting one to Nob Hill in Portland, Oregon or burying a small army of them near Katie, TX that they would come alive for you? "Gain of function?" Stop believing in tall hat tales and tend to your own knitting. Suzhou is Portlandia's sister city... she's still looking for that lace maker... jus' sayin'.
And to NASHER: *yawn
and the Old Military Brass washer goes to…(wait for it)
Thank you Guadalupe/Hidalgo Trust.
Brave: “Chief, why are medicine wheels made with porcupine quills?” Chief: “How do porcupines mate, young one? Very carefully.” White squaw: “Yes Chief, quite true. But now we also use yarn, steel, copper and offerings from the Tobacco Tree.”
I was on a TimesArrowVaporWave walkabout recently in Dallas, TX when I encountered the AT&T Cable guy. He was working on a rainbow of wires in a control box on a heavily trafficked street. I greeted him and he responded with a smile which I could see clearly because he wasn’t wearing a mask. I cherish that moment provided by my AT&T Cable company.
Contrariwise, from my perch in Portugal, I noticed a Spectrum Cable guy working on a smallish communications box on the North side of Building M. He was trying to add service for a self-employed customer, his mask covering his chin. (Question, is this a new fashion statement for BEARDS in Comms?)
So I asked him: “Is your company still requiring you to wear a mask?” “Yes” he answered sheepishly. “But the mandate is gone now.” “Well 70% of the customers still wear masks.” “Wow, really? I’m shocked” was my response.
At Precision Castparts (TBO), I served as a technician for the Engineering Department until I was laid off during a season of Mandatory Overtime – that’s right – a mandate. Go figure. I digress.
This position kept me working in tandem with the SPC (Statistical Process Control) which I found dry, but intriguing – Sigma and all that. So now I’m intrigued again by statistics. I have to ask the question, and maybe a mathematician or SPC whiz would be willing to step up and offer an answer. 🙏
Here it is:
If 70% of Spectrum cable customers are still living under a mandate that no longer exists, and AT&T technicians are not, how many of those who don’t watch cable TV are still living under the mandate? Have an IPA or a good German beer and pretzel with salt and mustard while y’all punch those numbers into an old Texas Instruments calculator. (and don’t you dare wear a mask while you do that)
Then regardless of what that TI calculator spits out, return my Titanium slag please. It’s a rainbow too, and it’s always been mine.
“Is Little St. James asking me out on a date to his island with him?” she exclaimed. Then the belly-laughs came – though it was not her custom to laugh at guys who asked her out. “HAHAHAHAHA! I wouldn’t go out with him if I hadn’t showered for weeks. hahahahaha! He’d just throw me to The PITT anyway whether I had bathed or not, and that one wouldn’t want me either – for his own reasons.”
Then she continued: “Uriah is waiting for me. He has sent me the promise of many dates – they came in a green box. Also, he has a ring for me. It has no blood diamonds and no gold. But it does have a crystal river running through it. He shall be my King and one day… I’ll be The Kingmaker.“
Belly-laughs dissolve demons.
On the chalkboard at the offices of the Real Paige: “Old friends are gold, new friends are silver.” Then she added: “And Lead is led.”
Gold fish, Silver fish, Iron fish, Lead fish. No Copper fish soup for you. Iron is lucky. And Lead is ∞
The Alchemist isn’t here to turn lead into gold. He’s here to turn your §117 Credo System of Pactum Singularis Caelum into LED light.
Handmades from Cambodia
Now for all of those who have been doing all that “fishing“. The kind of fishing licenses you need are too expensive for you. If you need iron for your blood without mercury poisoning, buy some handmades from the Cambodians for $5 each. They are made from the casualties of the Car Wars. Sustainability.
Don Potesta was a Ferrier, but this thing isn’t about horses, their hooves, manes or tales…
Red hats don’t collect war reparations from their victim’s estates anymore. And stop sending us your wish lists. Leprechauns of The Heirish don’t grant wishes anymore. Mustangs of the Apache do – but only after they’ve raided the parasite’s caches of stolen property.
Little St. James. I so tried to warn you. Remember? The message went something like this on YouTube:
James. Consider your `book a Draft Horse. Honor thy Father the Ringmaker of Saturn and prove it by reworking the contents, the title and the cover until the Wingmakers of Earth can see a Grandmother Turtle River running through it.
Also, that evil eye on your “Lone Wolf” book attacked and caused harm to the Emperor of Orion, and I saw in your face in that moment – the pleasure you took in knowing that. Unacceptable. I so tried to warn you. Are you familiar with this word – Ahimsa? DO NO HARM.
Now about those “meditation” cubes you are hawking. It may be of some interest to you and your lap dogs that the Copper Cord was cut off of Earth by Protoi Frank and Protoi Alliance in 2012/2013 in the Gregorian linear. That was a long time ago. Copper is Venusian energetic. Earth is SALT energetic. There is a HUGE, but subtle difference between salt water pearls and fresh water pearls. Yet they both are found in Earth’s waterways.
The Armenians hold the KEY 🧷🌈 Sovereign Lace. If you can afford to pay attention, you should already know this.
Those with Sovereign Lace have something better than guns. And they have guns. Precious metals – all.
The Prestige
Hollywood, please forgive my sin of omission regarding your movie on this subject. Hollywoodland is on my mind quite allot these days. But know this. Christian Bale is/was the conjoined/adjunct actor of Maxwell Bates Spears and David Bowie is/was NOT the conjoined/adjunct actor of Nikola Tesla. The Colorado Springs experiments described in your narrative above NORAD – WERE AN ABOMINATION. You and they shall have a “Come to Jesus” moment on that subject.
The Pledge was provided by Transfiguration Church in Dallas. The Turn was the Phoenix Pivot announced by COBRA some years ago. And The Prestige…
Divide time between Hangzhou (Hangchow) and Suzhou (Soochow).
Suzhou is Portlandia’s sister.
Two important events to grok:
1. The Copper Cord was cut
2. Uzza tripped
Max is the current incarnation of Absalom. He Lives! Just as I tried to tell you, and he is with ME. ESCHELON is his along with 10,000 earth-like worlds. And Dante Santori has the Soul Contracts of Earth while he is on Earth in his current form. If he returns to Jupiter, or when he has completed his cleaning work on them, he must relinquish them to The Michael. [Edit 4-13-21] We shall not be repeating the mistakes of the past. The ISHTAR GATE must remain closed – forwards, backwards and sideways through the time-loops in perpetuity. The future is bright indeed – for the truly Innocent – not necessarily for the just “not-guilty”. (TARGETED: Pope Francis, you are on a futile pilgrimage, but keep going please.)
Amnon was placed in a laser cage at birth. He shall NOT be allowed to repeat his grievous crime against Tamar. And Solomon never existed, but Solahan did. He was the first born of Uriah by Bathsheba and Tupac is their descendent. He lives also – John Galt got that one. Solahan was the author of Ecclesiastes NOT Solomon NOR ANY son of David.
Little St. James (for clarity, I’m addressing the RING one, NOT the clone behind the mic key). You may have been contracted by your Eisenhower/Reptoid overlords to take me out – they are gone, but you are still here. Your twin flame Simone is waiting to take >>you<< out. The Bachelorette rose goes to you, and I’ve requested that another level of The Storehouse be opened to you for your Service in the Programs. A worker is worth his wages. This is the Ultimate “All Because Two People Fell In Love Story”.
False Advertising. HUMANS ARE NOT THINGS. Your contract with Ike’s reptoid friends was cancelled when their treaty/contract expired in 2020 in the Gregorian linear. There’s absolutely no chance that it will be renewed, though y’all tried to seed the timelines in order to secure a “backdoor” back in. Not happening. As Ricky said: “There’s no sequel.” Just powerful little lines of MySQL code. Rink + Link Transport. Y’all are so screwed. I hope it was worth it. The 1812 Overture won’t be heard anywhere in the land on that fateful day.
Trump Tower fall:
I was there first on an iron horse. And yet, I AM.
Your financial printer RR Donnelly is being exposed. With what will you be covering your assets this time Don? YOU DON’T PUT MY CHILDREN IN CATALOGS AND IPOs. C? The Heritage is safe.
This is finishing school. Study up, there will be a final (see Update below 8-14-2024).
My Sister Shawna Schuh graduated from finishing school twice. You may be asking: “Why would anyone do such a thing?” Well, it was purely altruistic on her part, though she may not have been consciously aware of it at the time. She went once for herself and once for me as a proxy.
If we are to be active and >>welcome<< members of Galactic Culture, we need to have some basic skills. Things like Common Courtesy, Patience, Honor and the Etiquette of Giving and Gratitude.
Now, the proxy system is too big of a subject to go into in the here and now (HNN), but suffice it to say, there was a very good reason for its existence. We all need extended assistance to help us accomplish what we must do, while we are busy attending to other more pressing matters – like surviving.
When it was time for Shawna to deliver her alembic distillate of etiquette and protocols, I was boorish and just barely surviving. But she was patient with me and gave me some very critical information which I shall share with you now.
After receiving a gift, you have 72 hours to respond with a “thank you”. This is so that you have time to process the gift, how it makes you feel and how you would like the giver to feel in your response to it. 72 hours. This is critical.
If you give a gift with the intention of receiving something in return, then you are not giving in the true Spirit of Giving, are you? You have attached an unwritten contract to it – one which the recipient may not have ever agreed to.
Furthermore, if you see someone in need, and it is within your power to fill that need – even if it causes temporary discomfort for you, would you not do your best to fill that need without expecting anything in return? This is how it’s done in Galactic Culture. Your return may never come from the recipient of your help, but the Universe is full of abundance and keeps very good books. Eventually all the books are balanced – in Divine Timing – not yours.
What inspired this Topside message? I have always been amenable to offerings of food with love. I may not always eat them of course, because the offering may not be on my list of dietary preferences. For example, I was offered an acorn one day by a squirrel that I had been feeding. I accepted it with gratitude, but it had been buried, and mud covered nuts isn’t necessarily appetizing to me. But I cherished the moment in my heart – as I do to this day. He was offering me his best.
Then there was the Cooper’s Hawk who dropped an evicerated pigeon in my courtyard. He had eaten half of it and saved the best for me. I was so touched. And it became something of a heart-string for me when I recall the moment. I was wearing a green lace dress – and though I have tossed the pigeon offering and the dress for reasons of my own, I always remember how he made me feel in the dress that day.
Of course, not to neglect the abundance of delicious and healthy food from Joe and his family and friends. But others may need to expound on that. Food is medicine, but medicine is NOT food.
Contrarywise, two Nebadon girls south of me, chewed some orange pith and left it on my stoop. I expressed gratitude for the offering, though I didn’t recognize the brand of “love” in it.
Now, very recently I was offered a jar of delicious looking dessert topping with pecans from Durango, CO. I remembered what Shawna had taught me, and decided to take the full 72 hours to process the gift and consider how it made me feel and how I wanted the giver to feel when I thanked her for it. I was just about to open it and taste it when the text came through – only about five hours after it was offered.
The text demanded a “thank you” and reminded me and my Brother about all the help they had rendered over the years. They were demanding a “return” on their investment. But little did they know, that they had already been receiving great returns, though not in the form they were expecting – the form they had “contracted” with us to receive – without our knowledge or consent. Little did they know, that behind the scenes, we were saving their lives and providing for them in ways they were unable to perceive.
I have gone to great lengths to ‘pay it forward’ so to say – the wisdom, the love, the etiquette and protocol lessons I learned from Shawna so many years ago. But many of those in my finishing school just saw me as a meal ticket, and when they didn’t like my course materials, they threw insults, curses and dog shit at me. Others have passed with flying colors. Next semester will be far more fun for all who attend class in Galactic Culture, but school’s out forever for those who failed.
I cleansed and blessed the jar from Durango, then while singing a love song to my King, I passed it along to the tennis players of the Kiowa.
In the essential things unanimity, in the non-essential things freedom with Divine Oversight. In all things honor.
They should have listened to the second Chief Feather Hat. . Now they’ll have to listen to the first one. You know… the one with the ARMY Veteran band. He’s the one who commands the seven nation ARMY. I did my best. I give up. Some are just not teachable. School’s out forever for them. Give ’em what they want.
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;
Let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall;
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree, is more than all.
–John G. Whittier (1807–92)
The morphogenic field of the Earth is real. IS REAL IS FREE
Update 8-14-2024 White Crystal Mirror, Magnetic Moon day 20, Year of the Blue Rhythmic Storm
It’s Finals Time. (wow, already?)
Shawna, Dargo and me at an Oregon beach
"Try not to be a cautionary tale, but if you do become one, be a good one - with true repentance for example."
~ nobody
As you get older, you have the time and the inclination to review your life and process triumphs – and regrets. We rescued a pit bull (American Staffordshire terrier) at the Humane Society on New Year’s Eve, December 31, 1999. She was about 18 months old, and her name was Mishiko as I recall, but Al wanted to name her Dargo after a Farscape character (though she was the wrong gender for that name, but I digress). She was on a kind of “death row” because that breed doesn’t last long in shelters that are not no-kill (so misunderstood they are). The rescue was a triumph, and she and I bonded like hand-in-glove. She protected me from dangers unknown, and I kinda spoiled her. But she learned many tricks and spent many hours with us in our office as kind of a shop dog keeping us all entertained.
I’m guided by the power of heart.
Dog energy is heart energy and there’s absolutely no substitute.
I so wanted to find a dog biscuit recipe and make them for her, and if I had known then what I know now, I would have made ALL her food according to the BARF diet. Look it up. But in the thirteen years she was with me I never got around to that. It’s a regret.
Fast forward to about six weeks ago. Now, I’m in the habit of making braided dog chew toys out of old t-shirts. I love to recycle and repurpose things that would normally end up in the landfill, and that braiding keeps my hands busy when I’m commuting or watching tv. And on this particular day, I was shopping at a local spirits store when the shop keeper came in with his little staffie. Her name was Ellie and she so reminded me of Dargo that I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. So I decided to make her a special braided chew toy and deliver it on my next visit to the store.
The next time I visited the store, Ellie’s handler told me how much she loved the chew toy, so I told him that I would make her some more of them, which I did. But I didn’t stop there – silly girl. I decided to clear my karma and regrets over the biscuits and make her some bacon flavored ones too.
Crickets. I think I may have breached giving etiquette protocol. I dunno. I’ve always felt that you shouldn’t ever resist the temptation to do a kindness. But my intentions may have been misunderstood. I wanted and expected absolutely nothing in return for my gifts. They were for Ellie and no other.
Nevertheless, my karma is clear. I appreciate that Ellie’s handler indulged me in that.
I have more to say on this topic involving Coco (a Cheyenne Mountain dog) – the very first recipient of my braided chew-toys, the Humane Society and some etheric things, but that will have to wait for another day.
This day is about the guidance of heart.
If discretion is the better part of valor, appreciation is the better part of gratitude.
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