I use this spirit app and it often refers to Alice, specifically “ask Alice”.
Road/row direction? Direction he’s facing? Christmas = no way out, but up a tree? “Useful” clearly means something.
Truth. Being the you, you were meant to be, feels better eventually. It’s really nice when you just avoid everyone you’ve ever known. The whole transition part sucks, exiting the matrix. Very Lone Ranger in the new world. Hoping someone, ANYONE in my realm wakes up soon. I need the momentum.
Kitty!
Wait, so how do we get it? Agree, it’s all math. Nothing and everything makes sense too. I usually say nothing matters, bc everything matters. The negative numbers as antimatter is a new one to me.
I heard a theory on the radio last night… about how doppelgängers are your shadow come to life, which leads to shadow people… anybody got any spooky tales of shadow people?
$100 is not a great incentive. But I’m sure she’s in a tiny coffin somewhere, possibly on ice. Why? The liberals have used her so much, they’re powerless without her. Their little tiny totem.
I always believed the “secret symbol” story, that early christians would use it to identify each other. But I just looked it up, prolly a pagan vag hole.
To keep the dead from leaving? They’re trapping souls for sure. How to free them?
I agree with this and the hero’s path thing. If there’s an obstacle, I must be going the right way? If everybody tells me no, I keep keeping on. It doesn’t matter what anybody says, the plan still goes forward. If someone wants to join the team, reassess.
That last bit is pretty theoretical. How to get people on board… Practice what you preach, I suppose. Be the example. Prove it. That’s what I’m going with anyway.
Um, that’s pretty sweet. Did you do them all?
The spirits keep telling me to “choose” as well. What are my god choices? Jesus or no Jesus? Like bears and no bears antarctica?
Her husband is super weird too. He’s a stylist and she’s a photographer? Dynamic duo of discretion, I’m sure.
I think I used to accidentally do this. Trying to remember how I inadvertantly used to do magic, is like remembering a drunken dream: hazy at best.