Babcia

 

This is the time of year when the leaves on the tree starts to thin almost upon us the season of sticks where I pick up that which I dropped off. 

So much has gotten extraordinarily chaotic in the last few days on the webs I much mention it in ernest. The climate of the clash of gods I’m not sure it’s fixable when none of them are honest about the history of it all. They call everyone citizens no matter what, it makes a difference unless we are in a one world order out of the blue. It’s the opium wars and they added God too. There is peace here and there but it’s hard to find mostly nestled among brambles and brushes. 

The madness part is that it’s just beginning. 

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

I’m going to cone my crowns and God willing I am able to make magic work so you can see through me. I wonder how old you will be when you read this and pick up what I put down. 

Love, Babcia