Originally posted by
donk
I went with William Sanford, who I met on PA (and just recently outed himself that he was friends with me, we'll see how that goes over over there, I guess). We had been having long phone conversations for years finding so many parallels in our seemingly as different as you can get lives...he's an Iowa farm boy that was put through the ringer of drug addiction, night and day from my white bread upper/middle class suburban life. We just got to talking and felt called last week...the synchronicities have been constant since
I was watching last night live on FB as the weird events of some car being chased but the authorities plowed into a teepee, very wild stuff but the strong medicine and cooler heads prevailed and like many dramas that emerge there have been smoothed over. The more victories that are achieved there, the more attacks and strangeness will ramp up, I feel