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Before we get to the main topic today, I want to bring up a few updates I think worth sharing…..one in particular especially due to how our amazing skills really come into play, including chess-playing abilities, and memory capabilities can really work to our benefit when we use them properly, as well as how using our puzzle-solving abilities add to that aspect even further:
I was watching Phil Godlewski’s latest podcast last night, while on my lunch break, and he brought up that the military has been waiting for public consciousness of “certain things” to hit a specific threshold before anything at all went public, and that we’re almost/there, so to start expecting to see shit go “nuclear” soon, and not behind the scenes. Well, over the last several months, whenever anything would come out about the banking crisis– that I continuously warned people about–or anything related to a fella named Jeffrey Epstein, and what I was trying to tell people about from the very start, I would both send them the content on it, but also specify very particular interactions with them where I brought up elements about how this or that piece of content plays very specifically into what I said back at that time. In other words, it’s not a case where I keep it all random, and hope maybe they remember a few things here or there; no….I make sure very specifically to link one move I make in all of this to the next, and elaborate how it fits together, so even if it’s not consciously regarded, the seed is still planted on a subconscious level. In part, doing this prevents me from having to walk as much back as possible–as stated here–and keeps the message consistent; when the message is consistent, people can follow it easier, and there’s less to call ya out on, and say “yer full of shit/just doing this for attention” 😉
Well, on a related note to that……an account I follow on Twitter called “prolotario1” recently posted about the National Parks system in the United States, and what the “real purpose” of them actually is….and it involves a lot of….cryptozoology, let’s just say (once again, nothing I wasn’t already made privy to eons ago). That being said, it prompted me to do some research regarding my own state on Weirdus.com, and I……noticed something, and this is where even more of the chess-playing and puzzle-solving comes together:
So down in Columbus, there’s this mysterious area underground referred to as The Gates of Hell; the pictures I saw on Weirdus.com showed a lot of graffiti on the walls, and different rumors bounce around about needing to use a mystical chant to open the gates up properly, or some such. Needless to say, the site stated that the Gates of Hell actually begins along High Street, in Columbus; what’s so important about that, you may ask? Well, whenever I send a letter to my state representatives (and I have sent plenty over the past few years), it goes to High Street, cause that’s where they reside. Ready for another puzzle piece to this? Columbus is on the list of cities of highest human trafficking volumes in the country. Hrrmm…..Gates of Hell connected to the same street where our state officials do their thang, and Columbus is notorious for human trafficking (and I get Amber Alerts on my phone all the time from that neck); you do the math. Go ahead, you’re Autistic……it’s what your brain is designed for!
Let me just say before I conclude these updates……so….Twitter has been–as of late–basically turning into Facebook; not specifically due to petty political arguments or some such, or posting about what they just had for dinner, got pregnant, or pointless selfies, but people whining and bitching about literally everything under the sun; to a point, even the chat groups on Telegram have been going there too; I truthfully see it as a sign of the Schumann Resonance revealing everyone to each other, but at the same time, I want to make a point to my fellow Autistic friends here:
I’m getting sick and tired of hearing you whine about “ableism” this and “I’m disabled” that; I literally just provided you with two straight examples of what your mind is capable of. I don’t care if you’re on Disability, I don’t care if you have difficulties with holding a job (in part due to potentially abysmal nurturing by your surroundings) or what your situation is; if you can post on social media that something is “racist and ableist” or whatever the fuck you want to go with that day, that time could instead be spent using what God gave ya, and doing this research, to enrich yourself on some level, regardless of your circumstances otherwise. You wanna keep following the lower frequency narratives to keep yourself under the thumbs of Jeffrey Epstein’s matrix puppet masters? Be my guest, but fucking own it. Otherwise, you’re gonna “go down with the ship”, and of your own volition; i.e. you will never get the nurturing you really need to thrive, and that day that you would is coming far closer than you think.
That being said, on to the main topic!
I was honest-to-God stressed out of my mind–and loaded with anxiety— the entire duration of time leading up to my Godson’s birthday party, especially for the last month before it! After discovering a flat literally the day before my Godson’s first birthday party last year–and having to drive to the event with a spare on–I have pretty much been paranoid regarding my car ever since, and I deny absolutely nothing; I even constantly make sure to have the service station check my tires, and shocks/struts (since I just shelled out $2K to have them replaced at the end of last year) especially when I get said service done for Spring time now, as–especially unlike last year, where the birthday party was held in the semi-local Fremont area–this year the party was held in the town they reside in, North Baltimore which is an hour and a half away, and no way in Hell I was gonna risk trusting a spare (or any other car issues) both for that duration, or on the major highways I had to take to get there. Then, factor in that I had to switch with one of my coworkers to get that day off, so I was also screwing up my weekends off to get this day….which is effing with our set schedules (and you know how much we love that), and…….yeah it was a very draining experience, but it was for my Godson, and that’s how I was looking at it. I even made sure to request the day literally at the beginning of the year so I would have as much time as possible to have as much worked out with other people as possible beforehand; keep the drama and whatnot to a minimum, as it were. Like I said, I did agree to switch with that coworker next month, since she did it for me, but it’s nothing that I specifically am focused on in relation to, so I don’t mind it as much. To make matters even more fun, literally the day before my trip, my neighbor Debra says she needs me to pick up anxiety medication for her dog that day, so I had to shlep out even earlier to quickly grab the dog’s medication, and time it so I could still bolt out with plenty of time, especially in part with Cedar Point opening up, and traffic likely to be worse; didn’t want to get stuck in any of that on my way, even though I was leaving Sandusky, not heading into it, that day.
The trip to North Baltimore was overall actually quite pleasant, including with my flipping back & forth between the radio stations to get some good tunes while I headed out there; one thing I always admittedly love about heading in that direction is there’s a lot of open farmland on that route, and it’s usually on the way to both Fremont and North Baltimore, so it’s both a sight to see, and just…..that fresh air really gets your senses tingling, I love it so much. I confess that until that day, I never really saw all that much of North Baltimore; I kinda just quickly went thru a portion of the town, and off one of the streets to get to the house of Evan and Ursula; this time, the party was at a location directly on one of the main streets in town, so I actually got to experience the town in person. You wanna see the definition of a small town? Check out North Baltimore. I mean….it doesn’t look as much as “time has passed us by” as say…..Chatfield (which you may see heading down to Columbus), but it’s definitely not hustling and bustling like Fremont or Sandusky, or Norwalk usually does…and that’ll be an important point to get to, as we continue this entry.
It was still considerably early when I got there, and I saw Ursula’s Dad–and his buddy–were already there, and sitting outside on a bench in the town. I asked if there was a time limit for my car to be parked there, and they told me that–it being the weekend–there shouldn’t be; he directed me to the exact door of the location of the party, and before even opening the door, I saw tons of people were already there; it was likely Ursula and her other friends working to get everything set up. I quickly hugged her when I saw her, and then told her I’d be right back, as I got all the stuff out of my car–my Godson’s birthday gift, a DVD she’d let me borrow to watch, money inside the DVD case I’d forgotten to give her last year, and a magazine featuring her “spirit animal” Gollum, from Lord of the Rings–then brought them in to the place, to finally have them cleared out, and have them where they needed to be. I remembered Ursula had sent me photos of the place that she was renting for the duration of time that day, and one thing I will forever give her credit for: when I say she’s accommodating of my needs (though learning as necessary), I ain’t saying that for my health: she made sure to stick with only foil balloons, not rubber/nylon balloons; oh, and this point will be getting more important, but shortly.
This time, she also did something else very, very important, but not specifically for me per se: she made sure the kids had actual activities to keep them entertained, which is yet another point I will get back to, but the reason I was so happy to see that was because I brought that up as a heavy criticism last year to her, and she listened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did state recently that it appears she is indeed growing more, and distancing herself from the matrix; I’m not saying she isn’t still trying to “toe the line” as it were, but credit must be given where credit is due, and growth is growth, and I’m so proud of her to see her progress! This is why I had an intuition to stick it out with her, and the family. I knew she made me the Godfather for a reason, even if she didn’t fully understand it herself, at the time (which is how the Godmother got selected, but we’ll get to that later); is she gonna get to the exact point of totally rejecting all the matrix offerings? I have no idea…but I’m here for her, Evan, and my Godson for the duration, and to help with any progress, and to be a part of their lives, as I can. Sometimes, just seeing people grow is joy in and of itself, honestly 🙂
As usual, she was a busy bee trying to get everything ready, and keeping up socially with everyone while doing it, and at one point, she said she needed to bolt home to grab the food and cake, and some more supplies; she asked me if I wanted to go with her and her friend, and I said “sure”, and hopped in the car with ’em; I actually left my bag and cell phone at the party, believe it or not, figuring no one would touch it, or come in and try to take it and no one did. Oh….I did mention her friend that joined us to her place on that short ride; we’ll get back to her 😉
So, on the short trip, I told her I have some PTO that I have to use this year, and I told her I plan on using it likely later this Summer, and I’d like to of course spend part of it with them. I remembered she said she wanted to go to the Cleveland and Toledo Zoo, so perhaps that could be involved somehow. She then asked me if I wanted to go to a local watering hole for swimming…to which I asked “what….today?” She laughed, but responded no, later this Summer, and I said “OH! Yeah, let’s do it!”, so even more to look forward to with my Godson and his parents this summer, and while we’re on that subject…..upon getting to the house to get shit loaded into the car, I got to see my now 2-year-old Godson, and I got to hear him talk, finally. He didn’t really say anything last year, and I didn’t stay as long then, being so worried about my car, so this was my first experience getting to hear him talk, and he evenly let me pick him up!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remembered every other time I’d tried to pick him up, he’d start crying and screaming, and this time he wanted me to….it was a feeling of appreciation and bliss I never anticipated; all I kept thinking was “I may’ve given you the plastic toys, but I got the real gift, today!”. Before we started loading up everything, Evan helped him get his shoes on, and the whole time, we played with him by doing Muppet voice impressions; Evan excels at the Swedish Chef, Kermit the Frog, and does a far better Sam the Eagle than I ever could….but apparently I own Fozzie Bear, so I call that a win. I helped load the dishes of food and birthday cake into the trunk, as well as the additional equipment they brought for the kids to play with, at the party (I will get into more of that shortly, I promise you), and while we were doing that, my Godson wanted to come outside, and play on his swing set, so Ursula’s coworker–we’ll call her Tara–and I watched him, as we chatted a little, waiting for Ursula and Evan to be ready to bring everything to the party. At one point, my Godson even tried to get us to sit on the swing set with him, but we declined, noting we didn’t want it broken, upon doing so. Before we left for the party, Ursula made a quick trip back to it with all the stuff, and she returned and freaked out “Russell, bad news! It turns out another party is booked right after ours in the room next door, and they have nylon/rubber balloons; the guests have to go thru that room to get to the bathroom, but hopefully we won’t get too many kids trying to grab the balloons from in there!” I simply responded to her with “I thank you for letting me know this now, and I have precautions on hand in my bag, if necessary; at least we know this, rather than it being dropped on us at the last minute; we can’t control what another party does”.
So, we get back to the party location, put all the food on the counters, get all the gifts together, and I also recalled Ursula asked me to be the “bouncer” again, since I did such a good job of it last year, and I said I’d be happy to, including to the point of leaving my bag at a table near the entrance to the place; ok folks, this is where things went from great to awesome:
Remember how I said earlier that she actually listened to my criticisms and suggestions, regarding the party the year previously? Well, now that they had actual activities for the kids–including a bouncy house–the kids weren’t trying to leave! They were kept entertained, and focused on each other, and the fun little rides, and the bouncy houses, and all that; yes, Ursula kept her focus and prioritization on the kids, not the shallow-ass adults this time, and not only did it all go off without a hitch, there was actually a shift in the air, and we both felt it! The shallow adults did exactly what they did the year before: to quote Gedde Watanabe’s Kuni from the Weird Al movie UHF “nothing, absolutely nothing!“; in other words, focusing priority on the kids’ enjoyment and entertainment enriched everything, and kept everyone happy, because the shallow adults weren’t gonna give a shit either way. Whether you give the shallow people focus or not, you get the same non-results, so prioritize the focus where it matters. Plus, for any kids who did try to “make a break for it”, I was still at the door, there were other party attendees outside who’d catch them too, and unlike Fremont, the street in North Baltimore was very quiet, so at most we’d have to chase after them, and wouldn’t have to worry about busy traffic going on. This scenario gave me the opportunity to just relax, take it all in, and enjoy myself; and how in the Hell often do we ever get the opportunity to say that?!
Oh, don’t get me wrong….one kid did try to make a break for it (incidentally riding a Blues Clues vehicle)–and it happened to be one of them that tried last year, too–but even his brother came up to him, and helped me out by turning him around, and directing him back into the playroom with the other kids. He did try it a few times too…maybe 2-3 times at most; last year was a lot more frequently.
The food at the party was also a dramatic improvement this year, too; she made mac & cheese, and shredded chicken, and I enjoyed all of it. Even got a piece of birthday cake (we’ll get back to that in a bit, too). After everyone had gotten their food–including birthday cake–I even managed to get a “money shot” of my Godson playing on one of the vehicles in the party room; I cherish that photo, I assure you. Oh, remember how I mentioned earlier about the balloons in the other room? Well, the kids did try to sneak them out of that room to play with them, and Ursula grabbed them, and put them right back in the other room, to the point where she even affixed them to the wall, and when the kids asked if they could have balloons, not only for my own accommodation, but also rightfully so that the balloons belonged to that party, not ours. Amazingly well-handled, honestly, especially for someone who’s a social butterfly who always “has to be on top” of keeping everyone in her vicinity happy; like I said, I’m proud of ‘er!
As the guests started leaving the party, I got the opportunity to chat with Evan’s Dad a little bit, and we had a nice, but short discussion about God, and working on our connection with him and his grace; I’d like to also mention here that earlier in the day, my Godson gave me a little cross, and I kept it, because he gave it to me; it’s just like….”signs, signs, everywhere signs”. The last time I’d spoken with Evan’s Dad we were talking about horror movies, and why he didn’t like them, and while my perspective is different on them, as I’m not as much of a fan of Hollywood anymore, I sympathized more with where he was coming from, and also found our chat so much more enriching in the process. Also at this time, I asked a buddy of Ursula’s–who now lives with Gina–how things are going with the new living arrangements, and after I did, Ursula’s Dad suggested to me trying to hit on the friend of Ursula’s; I let him in on that she falls for internet scams, and he responded to me with “yeah, but you could turn her around”, to which I then responded with “didn’t work out so hot when I tried with the gal I met (Ursula) thru!”, to which he semi-slinked away over it; I told Ursula about this later, and she thought it was funny, but profound. I also took an opportunity to ask Evan about any updates regarding the Godmother, and he said to me that he hasn’t heard Ursula speak of her, so my money is on she’s Donesville. I asked nothing further about it; left it at that, and continued to enjoy the party with them.
As the party concluded, and almost everyone left, it came down to me, Ursula, Evan, my Godson, and Tara sticking around to get the place tidied up and back in the way they first got it. Ursula and Evan admitted they hadn’t even eaten yet, my Godson never even got his piece of cake, and Ursula then wound up dealing with some family members who kept complaining because she called them fat (they are, and so is she)….partly in good fun, but because y’know….it’s true, and due to their more shallow nature, they would spend the next several days flipping out on her over it. While we were cleaning up though, to keep my Godson occupied, we let him open a few presents, including what I got him, and I explained to Ursula and Evan why I got him what I did, what I originally wanted to get him, why I went with that as an alternative, and gave a few hints as to what I hope to get him next. She point-blank asked me how she did this time, as last time she felt like she was kinda “going by the seat of her pants”, and I literally said to her “you did great this time; literally, everything was fantastic; if I had a problem with it, I’d tell you! You focused on what you needed to focus on–the kids–and left the shallow adults to their own devices; I even sensed a difference in the air, over it”, and she acknowledged she did too, as stated above.
As we were finishing cleaning the place up, my Godson started getting both tired, and a little bit bored, so when he saw his Dad go outside to start loading shit in the car, he tried to make a break for it, and Tara and I teamed up to keep him from running outside; of course he would cry over it, but the orders were to keep him inside, and that’s what we did. Finally, we finished cleaning the place up, and headed to Ursula/Evan’s place for a few hours. The funny note here is that I was of the impression I would follow behind them in their car, but they didn’t realize that’s what I was under the impression of, and instead while I waited a few moments for them to pull out, of course a whole line of cars piled up behind me, so I had to move, and hope I’d turn on the proper street, and you know I didn’t, got freaked out, lost very easily, and had to quickly go thru the routes in my GPS to find theirs, and make my way to their house. They both thought I was leaving without saying goodbye, and I told them what had happened.
The 5 of us settled down to relax for a bit, chat, finish off some food, and wash dishes (ok 4 of us, my Godson went into the living room to watch some Sesame Street), and in the process I got to hear Ursula talk with Tara about what they do at work and all. I also noticed that Tara has this really adorable laugh, and doesn’t seem to sport any tattoos. If you want me to “paint a picture” for you of how she looks, imagine Laura Prepon’s Donna Pinciotti from That 70s Show…..dressing up as MTV’s Daria. “Russell, you….aren’t smitten by her, are you?” Ha ha….dear reader, I’ve been thinking about this a bit myself and….if there had been any real chemistry between us during the experience, that would’ve been one thing. Is she attractive, with an adorable laugh? Aye, verily….but we all know that’s not enough. No, I’m not knocking her or anything, just saying I didn’t really see any major connection with her, so the only reason I put it into question at all is because thus far she seems to be the one single female I’ve met to date IRL who has a decent head on her shoulders that would be attractive and appealing enough for me to pursue, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to do that; perhaps more just an indication by God “keep going kid….I’m showing you more of what’s available….more of what you actually would want, not the hot messes you’ve experienced thus far”, if that makes sense.
That said, we spent several hours just chatting back and forth about life in general, and at one point we moved from the kitchen to the living room adjacent to where my Godson was watching TV, and at various times he joined us in there, including when I convinced Ursula to bring down my other Godson–her cat–who (stated in a previous entry, linked above) she finds herself too busy to give proper attention to, anymore…..and not specifically due to trying to get Facebook likes or anything; she offered to give me the cat if I wanted him, but I told her my guinea pigs are my pride and joy; he’d not only likely go after them, but my place is still kinda a mess, as I barely have time myself to work on it (not to mention some alterations that my landlord and his contractor will be making soon, and as a result, I’m not moving certain messes until that pathway can finally be properly restored); I did however get the opportunity to play with him, and I brought treats and a new toy for him as well. While we were chatting, Ursula asked me why I didn’t join them last year for Halloween, and Tara spoke up reminding her that Halloween was on Monday, and I also chirped up that–at the time–I wasn’t entirely sure where she and I stood, so I didn’t make as much of an effort until I had a better idea of where things were headed for us; and yes, I said this in front of Evan as well, as I wanted everyone to know where I stood; relax, no qualms from everyone. One thing Ursula loves about me is I give it to her straight; I don’t beat around the bushes and “pretend” to make her feel better. I’m unfiltered; that’s the way we do things, and she likes it; believe me, from the crowd she’s used to, she doesn’t get that often. One other thing I also mentioned to her–and Tara backed me on it–during this exchange was that the food was just enough for everyone this time, and Ursula–being the social butterfly she is–will have to look into getting more food, moving forward, as all those kids that were at the party? Well, they ain’t gonna be 2-3 years old forever, and will require more food, as they get older. You could definitely see in her eyes that Ursula was taking to heart what we were saying, mentally “taking notes” for the festivities moving forward.
As it started getting really dark, my Godson was getting tired, Tara decided it was time to leave, and I figured it would be best to follow suit, knowing Mommy & Daddy had to get him ready for bed, and plus I had an hour & a half drive to contend with, at that hour as well. Before I left, I reminded Ursula that she said she had a pair of pajamas with a buffalo/bison design she offered me, and she bolted upstairs, and grabbed them for me. As I left the house, I wished my Godson a happy birthday for a second time, gave a nice big hug to both Evan and Ursula, and headed on my way back to Sandusky.
So, that was my fun experience this year at my Godson’s birthday party. I may start referring to him as Howard; easier than just constantly saying “my Godson”, and it will be even more helpful, as I have to give Ursula my weekends off these next few months, as well as decide on my PTO to give that information to her, to spend as much time with them as I can this year, as well! Between the Zoos and the watering hole (the former of which, one of them I’ve been to…I’ve only been to once…and with Jeanette, during some winter night time event called Lights Before Christmas; it would be nice to go back for a renewed experience, and with people I really adore!), I should have a ton of fun content to share with you folks as this year continues, talking about social experiences, as I usually do with them, anyway!
Between all that…..and…what’s about to break, get ready for a fun and wild ride, cause I have a lot to say, I hope you’re all ready for it, and yes…I will also be bringing up how everyone on Twitter reacts to all the news as it breaks, as well. As Laura Branigan sang on the Ghostbusters soundtrack “it’s gonna be a hooooooooooooot night, we’re gonna have a hot night tooooniiiiight, it’s gonna be a hoooooooooooot night; we won’t get no sleep tonight; too hot, too hot….”
As the saying goes “if you can’t make ’em see the light, make ’em feel the heat”, and we’re turning this puppy up! See ya soon.
Getting Real With Autism 