I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
July 26, 2012 - 7:09 a.m.
I'm off to Falcon Ridge. I'll just write a short note before I leave.
My plan was rent a car to get there. As a consequence of my moving and the magnetic strip on my debit card wearing out that didn't work out. I was out on the Island when I found out because I tried to rent it near Gene & Isabel's since my camping gear is in their garage. I called them up and Gene picked me up. They kindly offered to drive me to the Festival. I'm taking the LIRR out there today. I�ve always relied on the comfort of strangers. That doesn't work so well. I'm lucky to have such great friends.
Last night I packed what I have hear and put it in a form I can take on the train by myself. It's all in my small wheeled suitcase and a large canvas bag that I attached to the suitcase with the one piece of bungee cord I have. I of course wasted tons of time and got to sleep late.
There was a last minute cancelation at The Budgiedome. I expect those things to happen. I moved people around to fill the void. Why doesn't that give me anxiety attacks.
Oh yes I had an attack after I couldn't rent the car. Odd thing; I took my pulse then, it was 74. I think that's why I have trouble with steps when I have an attack. My body isn't reacting to the fight or flight hormones correctly. My heart doesn't race. I don't get more oxygen to my system.
I actually remembered to buy a memory card for my new camera. I still have to buy batteries. It comes with rechargeable ones and I bought more rechargeables but when I got home I read the specs and saw that the recharged takes 11 hours. I didn't have 11 hours. Somewhere in storage I have a 15 minute one but that isn't doing me any good.
Now I better make breakfast and head out. I don't want to be late.
I signed the Pro-Truth Pledge:
please hold me accountable.
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