Random thoughts, 9:23 AM.
Tuesday, September 10th, 2024
The morning dab alleviates the trembles, dulling vibrations penetrating my etheric body. I filmed a Vlog on Bear Creek, claiming I’d address this problematic relationship with cannabis, smoking everyday.
Wake and Bakes. Globs. Dispensary dashes. Wasted earnings.
When will it stop?
Especially
High concentrated cannabis – wax, crumbles, shatter, resin, rosin, diamonds, sauce, sugars…. the good shit. PURE THC. The sizzle of the heated nail against refined cannabis oils. The roar of the rig. The tightening of the lungs. The closing of the eyelids. The exhaling of the cumulous cloud. The high.
Euphoria burrows into my chest like a squirrel for hibernation.
Climbing through the throat, expanding upward into consciousness, the warmth pierces my vision and dissipates intruding thought-forms, lightening the load accumulated from the astral plane during sleep.
A remedy for recent events.
I moved to the Poconos in search of peace and tranquility, instead finding chaos and upheaval as my parents purchased a dilapidated cabin.
A crooked cabin kit with moldy and rotting insulation, crumbling foundation, clogged and unventilated sewage, banging water pipes, bacteria and dirt clogged water, mice, and four months of leaking gas.
Only the foundation was reported on the home inspection, leaving another ten thousand dollars in unreported issues. My cheap parents were not impressed.
Any problems were met with resistance from my parents: weeks or even months of fighting before discovering a solution, because as far as they’re concerned, “it’s not that bad” or “that isn’t happening”.
I didn’t have the oven expected for gas until four months of living like an idiot – leaving my house, working from state parks, and eating in Wawa parking lots and Pennsylvania State Game Lands.
Avoiding the wretched smell of propane leaking into the wood cabin.
We thought it was dead mice.
I found poison scattered throughout the property, rat cyanide, and assumed they died in the walls after discovering holes beneath the sink.
Dead mice were also discovered in the bathroom, kitchen, and attic.
A war, it seems, and I’m relieving exhausted troops on the frontline.
Except I just got done fighting cockroaches; plus the cockroaches and mice I encountered living on the road. I’m over this, honestly.
But after months of pest control, bait boxes – an arsenal of perimeter boxes placed around the cabin. The mice disappeared. The smell remained.
I contacted my general contractor who investigated the smell.
“Gas,” he said surprised.
“Gas?” I thought, remembering the laundry list of text messages and phone calls pleading for help, and the memories of leaving my house everyday, sleeping in a tent, struggling for food without an oven, cooking outside.
Passing out, falling asleep multiple times, feeling lightheaded, sick, headaches on top of my concussion.
Since I’m the BADBOOB for exposing my mother’s narcissism, this is well-deserved, a revenge if you will. Payback.
Not to mention…. I smoke weed everyday, possibly too much.
I light incense and sage….everyday, all day.
And it was almost fireplace season.
Kaboom.
I feel betrayed, ignored, angry.
But this isn’t anything new and i’m not surprised.
Unfortunately, I haven’t been journaling like I should, so I don’t have the history documented in writing.
However, I did start Vlogging, which conveyed ideas while ungrounded and documented the scenario.
The constant intuitive-warnings, wild sprints across the Poconos, constant confrontations, and general unstableness was escalated by political upheaval. Joe Biden dropping out from the presidential race after an embarrassing debate performance, immediately affirmed years of media/establishment gaslighting. Kamala Harris hurdling any electoral process to secure Democratic candidacy. Fictitious felonies placed against Donald Trump, ‘trumped’ charges weaponized by establishment democrats in order to prevent a candidate from presidency. Memory-holed assassination attempts. And RFK Jr. joining the Unity Party alongside Tulsi Gabbard, Elon Musk.
The vibrations are dense.
And a double shooting in my small Pocono mountain town wasn’t on my radar while sorting through the distractions.
I was posting for weeks, SOMETHING IS COMING.
Sure enough, a neighbor nearby went on a shooting spree, taking aim at local homes and property. Nobody was injured, but three local police departments and the Pennsylvania State Troopers were in attendance. Not to mention a neighborhood man was killed by PA State Troopers in a showdown earlier that day. Strange for a tiny town like White Haven, Pennsylvania.
“Things don’t happen around here often, but when they do, it’s loud,” said Toni (spelling?), local firewood providing resident.
I heard the shots while trying to take a nap.
Thick thumping in my stomach and then “pop, pop, pop”!
The development is home to vacationers, neighborhood children, hunters, so I thought nothing of the commotion.
Was I out of tune?
Should I have seen these events coming better?
Again, it’s difficult to know what’s happening when you’re sorting through political and personal upheaval on the intuitive plane; which is why understanding your body is imperative.
Also, have you tried picking your battles?
Unnecessary battles cause unnecessary noise.
The secretary at our HOA office warned me, “Some of your neighbors don’t get along” but I never anticipated gunshots, SWAT teams, and police investigations.
The man was a resident of our community, the shots were one street over.
The brooding, anxiety, anger were palpable over the past weeks.
Between all of these situations, events, conflicts….
I stay rather high on concentrated cannabis.
It produces the cleanest high so I’m able to write blogs and address work.
I prefer to stay productive and honest, and writing while stoned is better than not writing at all, right?
THE BADBOOB 