Uncle Ben and his random memories

 Elle est malade...

https://youtu.be/bIIL5p7_WKk

 

Had a late starting shift yesterday, clocking on around 415pm. On the drive home around 2am I got through to Kilmeade's call screener again for second time in a week, but again he tells me the sound quality is no good. Surprising as I was in my utility vehicle and it has good sound. Must be an issue with the calling app, Viber. I might try one last time with my Bluetooth headphones however the easy thing is just talk to Chris, however I'm happy to talk to Kilmeade.

Then was listening to the guy on KSEV 700 voice of Texas, about his small business show, wish I had got the phone number of his guest to ask about small business development. The Texans make a lot of sense to me and I'd definitely migrate even without my kids, like in ten years time, or fifteen, no question, or sooner. Shorter term I am interested to go into business and quit my bus. I'm also interested to buy an affordable sailing boat and just start sleeping on that a few nights a week and going to work from there instead of from the house. It's a really stunning location where I work, in terms of the waterways and general area, I'm sure a 15k little sailboat I can sleep on at nights will make me happy. I'm also confident I can start a few lines of business that can make me happier than bus driving. However bus driving through a pandemic is extremely secure. Especially considering the extreme ways our governments are dealing with it, draconian, I still feel free.

So anyway I just had a small window to collect the kids after school and bring them home before taking off for work, the firstborn boy was saying that while his mother was pregnant with him he was climbing the Eiffel Tower in Paris, but without the elevator. Far be it from me to scoff at any statements like that from my kid, I would think, well maybe he spent twenty earth years between dying and rebirthing and anyway even if it were only two months it wouldn't necessarily matter in terms of the psychic experiences his soul had even up to the moment of choosing or being allotted his next vehicle, from heaven, ie his mother around late 2012, a few months before he was born. I believe the soul is allotted in the second trimester and that an abortion during this trimester is an abomination, especially if the soul has already been allotted, however even an abortion after two months is not real good.

Anyway I didn't want to tell my kid all that, too hard to understand, also the youngest, not yet five, mentioned hellish vision of people being punished, like before she was born or something.

What came to mind were two memories about twenty months apart that I had never related together before:

One is Xmas 1992 and I was at the Eiffel Tower alone, not in a dream but this actually happened when I was 16 (and a half). I could only afford to go to the first tier coz I'd bought a hotdog or something at the base, and was broke.

Then only like twenty months later, most likely in September 1994, as it was magpie season: this occurs in September every year when the magpies nest in spring, they typically actually attack people walking by their trees. Normally they just try to scare you by hovering around you so you can start ducking or flapping your hands. But on this occasion, and only on this occasion, in my life, the magpie just straight divebombed me, so I imagine it must have been in September as when else could it have been? Super late August???? It's only a thing that lasts a few weeks every year. So about twenty or twenty one months after kind of hovering around the base of the Eiffel Tower in the elevator, in contradistinction to my son's recounted experience of doing the same in the astral world prior to being born, without the elevator, there I am walking to senior year high school, a few months shy of graduating high school, after walking at least half a mile across the school grounds, about forty yards short of entering the nearby building block: boom! I got divebombed by the magpie. No flapping and hovering, just an absolute full force flying into my head with its beak smashing above my ear, spilling blood. The force was tremendous as it was glide bombing not just flapping around. It was like a professional football player throws the ball at your head full force from ten or twenty yards and there's a little prick on the ball.

For some reason I never related those two events. What I find from travelling large distances sometimes it's difficult to reconcile memories.

For example right now I'm remembering around only seven years, more or less precisely, after that magpie, in Richmond Virginia, near VCU at Grove Ave, I was watching the first long distance B1 stealth bomber fly all the way from Kansas to Afghanistan on the tv, in around mid to late September, 2001. It was a very long flight, probably the pilot would have to crap in his nappy and get the thing refueled mid air to fly that far. 

Was wondering yesterday the capacity of the Taliban and whoever there at Kabul to use RPGs to actually down large American planes. Was going to mention that to Kilmeade actually.