posted on Jan, 1 2011 @ 11:05 PM
reply to post by gladtobehere
Thanks for your reply, and thank everyone for their helpful resources. I am near the ones I love, and they don't return my love, so I am somewhat
free to leave. There's much more to this than I can reveal. All I can say is that it is being done by design, and my heart is breaking. The idea of
planting roots where the water is foul is most disturbing to me. Most persons have managed to do what I now attempting to do at a much earlier stage
in their life. I am not a nomad. I am a prisoner of poor judgment by someone who thinks she is an able judge. My fault.
As I said...not a nomad.
I wish to raise crops, and desire to live in an environment which is free, in which the police are not someone's idea of 'spiritual tools'. It
would be good to have a designated household (compound) attendant, as I value my working tools and cannot bear to lose them. I have simple needs, and
water is one of them. I have found a gold mine of riches which enable me to basically seek no forms of entertainment. There's a connection between
the earth, sky, and myself which I wish to nurture. I loathe cellular devices, and cell tower poisoning is another environmental concern. Radiation is
another. Initially when I began this thread I was bombarded with concern about factors, other than water, to consider. So there are three, at the
moment, and I haven't considered the weather as of yet. Can't say that I love cold winters, to be honest, but cold winters are preferable to cold,
twisted hearts. I could drive a normal person mad simply through my frequency, but I am hardly controlling.... I simply seek the truth, and what I am
finding is both horrifying, and indescribably spectacular. It is this latter phenomenon I am seeking to nurture. One might call this 'drama'. If you
knew what I am subject to, you would call it a miracle that I live at all. I enjoy making notes on a guitar, and don't reach for an amp unless
something tells me to. This is a luxury which has been assassinated with a marksman's skill. I feel like an animal that's been shot, yet can drag
myself away, so what's to lose?
The net is dying. I am watching some of my most relevant thoughts being plucked invisibly from the pages of ats, where I have been somewhat active as
of late. I prepare for less internet, and do intend to stay with my path. I have a typewriter. My thoughts may be useful in the future. As you know,
unless you record the music you create, a player is left with nothing but memories of the wind. Therefore, recording is also a concern.
This is a call for help, outright assistance. Thank you, all of you.