Thursday, March 10, 2022

St. Vlad of Kyiv

Sitting at the start of the trail at Kipukapuaulu, waiting for my morning glory eradication group, I talked to a woman with white hair and glasses with clear frames. She was wearing a skirt, but had changed into walking shoes, and was about to go up the trail. She told me that Putin's father was an atheist, but his mother was convinced that he would be a great leader, and that his Rome would be Kyiv. When I asked what her source was, she laughed, then said she got an email each month with the words of Count St. Germain; he was explaining the world to us. She had earbuds in, and a cord around her neck and torso. I suggested she take them out to hear the birds. She said she heard them, but there was someone who needed her and she needed to be in touch. Her brother, dying of cancer in Texas. Another brother (or was it the same?) had answered his phone in Denver by saying he did not work for doctors, lawyers, or ? because they never paid. So, for your further edification and mine:

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