So she hasn't picked up on the trail of bread crumbs you leave behind you? Also, re: GPS: whenever I have a delivery being made, I always make a note for the person doing the delivery to NOT believe the GPS; it is a lying bastard. They need to look at the building numbers. Depending on which mapping service their GPS relies on, they'll either leave the package across the street at the abandoned house or someplace around the corner, where none of the house numbers match, but that's where the GPS says I live.
I often bring a map with me up the mountains. I remember one beautiful hot summer day getting totally lost up the Mourne Mountains (in my defence they are about 30 square miles). I managed to get off them by spotting two young guys in the distance who looked like they knew what they were doing and followed them down. I heard a great ghost story from the Mournes from one of the climbers. One summers day he spotted a young guy in t shirt and jeans running round in circles waving his arms in the air. When he got down off the mountains he called into a local bar and happened to mention to the owner what he had seen. The owner told him that several people had witnessed the poor guy doing this. He showed him a picture from a local newspaper, the young man had died off exposure up there several weeks previously when the weather had suddenly changed for the worst. He had been wearing only a t shirt and jeans when the mist and rain came down. The Mournes have their very own weather forecast, its very changeable up there
Ugh. The worst. This reminded me of how excited I was to receive my first AAA Trip-Tik back in the day. They planned out your entire route, and incorporated all of the info into a nifty little spiral binder. Of course they would always defeat the attempt of an organized road trip by sending along a big pile of 'never to be opened ' traditional maps, and 500 page travel guides for each state you passed through.
I enjoy reading maps. We were taught this in school. I don't know if they still do. The trouble with smart phones is that they run out of power of the internet goes down. I hope I have the energy to go up this year. I think sometimes when people die they kinda get stuck down here. They refuse from some reason to go right on over to the other side as they are supposed to. For some reason they refuse to budge. Then they hang about the death site as though refusing to accept what has happened.
I've often wondered if that's part of their purgatory...or hell...being stuck for a while in the way they died.
I think being an alchoholic or any kind of addiction or sinful habit is a bit like this. Going round and round and round and getting nowhere; as St Peter says like a dog going back to eat it's own vomit , is a bit like this. I think people on the other side can get stuck going round and round in circles too. 2 Peter 2:22 Of them the proverbs are true: “A dog returns to its vomit,” and, “A sow that is washed returns to her wallowing in the mud.”
https://www.zerohedge.com/technology/bbc-lauds-implantable-microchip-wallet Mark of the Beast is near?
A friend recently told me about the browser - BRAVE. I've been using it since. It's the one w the red Lion's mane.
From my very limited experience, I think that as a search engine, Google isn't at all as efficient as it once was. Perhaps they're putting too much political effort into micromanaging our minds, at the expense of their primary function.
I use brave browser and their search engine: https://search.brave.com/ Way better and less manipulated that google or duck duck go.
I decided to take a walk downtown today to check out some of the little shops in my new town. The downtown is very quaint, a circle. The last shop I went into was called a "boutique". When I entered I got some bad vibes . . .as I started looking on the shelves they were filled with ouija boards, tarot cards. Little dolls for who knows what, healing rocks, magic insences, etc. It was totally creepy. Praying as I walked through and glad I was wearing my brown scapular . . .evil in plain sight, not hiding anymore. Eesh.
So true! Interesting, while I always wear my crucifix & miraculous medal, I've been thinking lately I ought to return to having a mini bottle of holy water in my purse.
Ugh. And we have a fortune teller in our town. Our priest is always warning against it. But that boutique was right out there
