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Twenty-seven months.

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Particles That’s how long it’s been since I started spending vast amounts on trying to get to the bottom of various skin-related health issues. Actually, that’s incorrect. Whatever appeared *on* my skin was a result of what has been happening *inside*. Not that you’d know it from those earlier trips to the GP and subsequently to the dermatologist.

The mega expenditure was on umpteen pills, potions and lotions. Sorting my receipts ( in early prep for filing my tax return – I like to keep ahead of things to avoid excess pressure!) has reminded me of the very long slog to get to this rather better position. And also how many of the pills, potions and lotions hit the bin, due to making things worse. Skin-wise, that is, but the waste certainly didn’t help my financial position either! Continue reading →

My paintings are colourful

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soul-mates-4 for a good reason, the same reason why I love drawing my Wise El cartoons. They give personal balance to an otherwise not particularly appealing life -and yes, I know there are gazillions worse off than me. However, from my spiritual perspective, I doubt they would give their eye teeth to be me, because they chose their existence as did I. Albeit with doubts or hesitation, in my case (I was born two weeks late.)

If there was no afterlife, or indeed karma, I’d find it even more difficult to live on this earth plane. That is not meant to sound as doomy and gloomy as it does. I just happen to be affected more than most by the inequities of human existence. Meaning the takers of all social classes and bank balances. Continue reading →

It’s been all go

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wipdiamondyear72 since my Diamond Year started two weeks ago. Huge surges of energy, fortunately focused on catching up with delayed tasks – like transferring the Little Books to Kindle – plus some (energy) on yet more life tidying up. And that latter has inevitably lead to pondering what the hell my life is all about. Again.

When I had the near-death experience all those years ago, there was an unspoken sense that I had a bigger purpose worth staying alive for. It resulted in a great flow of creativity which I presumed then, and still hang on to now, was my soul goal. Somewhere along the line, the need to earn a living has tarnished the soul part of it. Getting older certainly hasn’t clarified things or made choices easier, especially as I have no pension worth mentioning, and the world remains in terrible financial distress. Continue reading →