HS Sweetheart

 Endings and beginnings.  Ups and downs.  Pain and relief.

Romance uplifts and casts down.

Some people have high school sweethearts.  Some don't.  Some marry them.  Some don't.  

Life is not a romance novel.  We have to face each day and keep our eyes open.  Rough and smooth, we seek the best, the good together.  If people partner, they compliment each other, warts and all.

To be alone is not necessarily lonely.  People must find what works for them.

To reach out and share some of life should be freeing.  I'm speaking only of what should and can be.  

Beware of what ifs.  It's ok to wonder and even discuss alternatives.  Yet, deal with reality.  If you had that love ok.  If you did not, well that's ok too.  Don't lament what isn't there.

If you assess life events, please factor all you like.  But deal with what you have.  That doesn't mean lamentation.  Whoa is me won't cut it.  Where are we at and where do we go are healthy questions.  

Romance is part of certain relationships.  It's like a breath of fresh air, a sustenance for the soul.  It may get you aloft, but it takes work to keep going.

Romance/ideal of Freedom gets your attention.  Then the daily work begins and never ends.

We are on a precipice.  What comes next is coming soon.

Be ready.

Wishes.

 Time of year for wishes.  

There is a sense of finishing and starting.  Even this year and maybe moreso.

Good wishes.  Bad wishes.  Evil wishes.  High and low/all levels.

Is it just a desire?

There was a woman who was lazy all her life.  She literally feigned illness so someone else would do what she was supposed to do.

When she was a kid, she shared a room with her older sister.  One side was hers, always messy.  The other was her sis's, always neat.

Messy would go til her sis would give up and clean the whole room.

Some live or rather exist letting others do for them.

Me?  I clean up after myself.

The Founders had a wish.  Their goal was Freedom.

Its high cost entailed many fighting on all levels for that attainment.  

Some waited and when victory was sure, they took credit for it.

They were known by their works or lack thereof.  

We stand at the precipice.  The time has come to accomplish our goal.  

Noone can restore the Republic except us.  

We need to clean up our own mess.

Best wishes.

Solitude

 Alone at last?  No.

There were times I hitchhiked all over the country.  In all kinds of weather, day and night, I trod a lot of leather and canvas.  I travelled, saw things and met many kinds of people, both good and evil.  I did it alone.  And not.

Evil tries to isolate us, make us believe we are few or alone.  We are finding out the opposite.  

Vehicles whizzing by.  Noone stopping.  Feet sore.  Thirsty.  Laughing and waving beer cans at me in the desert.  Butt deep in snow and not one person gave me a ride.

Until someone did.  

Much of the time, they were decent people.  Sometimes evil.  Those never harmed me.  They knew better.. Because I was never really alone.

Alone moments for rest/meditation.  Not completely by myself yet self determining.  

Many hate the President.  Many hate us.   Many hate Freedom.  

More love the President.  More love us.  More love Freedom.

 A LOT of people are waking up and realizing WE can be Free. It always has to get to a point where we are dancing on the edge. And how and where I'd not say. But we are not alone.

Cost.

 What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul?

Many don't care.  They are short sided apostates or are brought up left hand path.

We've always seen greed.  Throughout the ages, it accompanies us like a disease.  Now it is blatant.

Malachi Martin spoke often how people sell their souls so they can have wealth and/or sex.  They are lazy.  Yes, any kind of success takes work and planning.  And many set their sights low.  

Whether it's explicit or not, deals are struck and people suborned regardless of the cost to security, freedom, life.  

Sheep, goats and all sorts of animals are being separated as it were.  The People are being shown the perfidy, in numbers which cannot be ignored.  Despite coverups, truth reverberates.

History unfolds.

The world has allure and for the weak a kind of strength in which they place their lives.  

Doing right and fighting for Freedom is often rough and many lose all, except for their souls.

The cost is priceless.