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Mon, Oct. 20th, 2003, 07:31 pm
Darkness creeps in...

Death is such a nasty thing. It is wretched and horrible. I depart with aquaintances alive and well and return to find some of them gone to the realm that lies between life and death. And now I wish Sean and myself had not gone to the meditational retreat for so long. I dearly wish I had been able to bid them goodbye while I was able to do so. Of these aquaintances, I believe it is John I most regret losing. Though I think I would much rather have considered him more of a friend than an mere aquaintance.

But, in the mists of all this sadness, George brought life into the world. I do wish them all wellness and long lives.

Tonight I will light white candles in honor of the lives that are here and those that have passed yet still remain with us on a different level and I will say a blessing for them with hopes that they will find peace wherever they reside on the planes of existance.


Tue, Oct. 21st, 2003 04:01 am (UTC)

A meditational retreat? So... that's where you went.

Thu, Oct. 23rd, 2003 11:14 am (UTC)

Yeah. We went so I could work out some emotional issues but I think it just ended up making me bitchier than my mom on "that time of the month". Would you enjoy the role of being "the only person Sean is nice to" (besides mom that is)? Because I just can't bring myself to be h8'n on you.


Thu, Oct. 23rd, 2003 12:11 pm (UTC)

Well, I suppose so. I don't hate you either, just so y'know.

Tue, Oct. 21st, 2003 04:11 pm (UTC)

You'll soon learn that death isn't permanent in the future.
Oh, wait, you all ready proved that to us.

Thu, Oct. 23rd, 2003 11:10 am (UTC)

But unfortunately, you will learn your career is most likely still dead here in the future because:
A- You're a goody assed two shoes
B- You're the icon of "plain Jane"
C- I just realized the irony of how you are very plain and your name is in fact Jane. Behold the strange and ironic occurance that can happen around here.

And don't talk down on my mother, she can't help the fact her past self's transportation landed on her future self or something of that nature.

peace out.