Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

The ugh bug has laid me low for the past week and I'm just crawling out of the hole--six days before we leave for Europe for three weeks. Eeeeeeeeee.

In any case, a friend sent me the following, which might make you smile . . .


When girls drink too much............

1. We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.

2. We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butt
while yelling "woo-hoo!" is truly the sexiest dance move around.

3. We've suddenly decided that we want to kick someone's ass and
honestly believe we could do it too.

4. In our last trip to pee, we realize that we now look more like a
homeless hooker than the goddess we were just four hours ago

5. We start crying and telling everyone we see that we love them
sooooo much.

6. We get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new song
plays because "oh my God! I love this song!"

7. We've found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to us.

8. We've suddenly taken up smoking and become really good at it.

9. We yell at the bartender, who we believe cheated us by giving us
just lemonade, but that's just because we can no longer taste the gin.

10. We think we are in bed, but our pillow feels strangely like the
kitchen floor (or the mop?)

11. We fail to notice that the toilet lid's down when we sit on it.

12. We take our shoes off because we believe it's their fault that
we're having problems walking straight.


Mmmmmmmmmmm, who doesn't recall having experienced any of the above, not that her memory is dodgy or anything . . .

Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

In my The Eternal Trust trilogy I write about remote viewing or the clairvoyant ability to view or perceive information at a distance or non-local. I researched remote viewing starting with Courtney Brown back in the early nineties until he fell out of favor with the late night talk show host, Art Bell. Then entered all the former military remote viewers or psychic spies with their stories and programs to train the public to remote view. I've taken classes, attended conferences and interviewed remote viewers and, as Russell Targ, one of the pioneers of remote viewing from the Standford Research Instititute, says: Remote viewing is one of the easiest things to teach. And learn, I might add, for I found that I could quite easily do it IF I relaxed and didn't get into analytical overlay--instilling something with meaning provided by my own filters instead of letting the information speak for itself. But that's the trick, isn't it, correct interpretation of any data.

One of the remote viewers that I think is the real deal is Paul H. Smith. He was a guest on Coast to Coast Monday night talking about his new training program--dousing! With L-rods, pendulum, no instrument, map dousing--every kind of dousing there is that he said had been trained and/or used in the military's psychic spying programs. Well, hey, I've doused too! With L-rods, don't ya know, and again, I'm a pretty fair hand. I was trained by the Big Sky Dousers in Montana at one of their weekend conferences. Now, you must realize that I don't believe that something is true or is real or works until I give it a try or have some experience with it. Just like the remote viewing, I was able to accurately douse any target assigned. The dousing training really opened my mind in a very logical, gentle and without pseudo-technical mumbo jumbo way to the incredible psychic abilities we all have if we allow them.

Yes, indeed, MMMLogerinos, even you have successfully doused or remote viewed. If you've known who was on the phone before you answered it or suddenly got the impulse to look in the refrigerator for your lost keys and found them, you can call yourself a clairvoyant or remote viewer or you might try your hand dousing for dollars.

mmmmmmmmmelinda

Hi ho, MMMLogerios!

One dear to me just shared a rant about something you too may have had some experience with and thought behind you, over like a nightmare, gone and dead like a nasty, cheating ex . . .

If you haven't noticed, Amway has completely disappeared in the last few
years. Never thought much of it until last night when a 'friend' finally
nagged me into a '10-minute web tour' of something he & his wife are
involved in. Arrrrrrrrrgh! Amway of the web-waves! It is a shopping mall
web site that is 'going to rival Amazon.com' in a few years, and this is a
ground floor position and some folks are already making kazillions of bucks.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

As our friend rambled on in his telephoned canned speech and virtual web
tour as I tried not to doze at the computer when suddenly I heard it:
Amway!!! Something about the same soap and beauty products as were sold by
Amway but with different labeling, and how Amway had disappeared about 6 or
so years ago and how this company was started by the children of the Amway
founders, i.e. Son of Amway. Wow! They used to drag you to meetings and
feed you insipid punch and cookies, now they trap you electronically and I
am (believe it or not) too nice to scream NOT ON YOUR LIFE BUCKO! and slam
the phone down, turn off the ringer and throw a cat fit. Instead I sat
there like some great brainless wonder-girl and made appropriate muttering
sounds.

Where has decency gone? Hasn't anyone ever noticed that multi-level
marketing is a cult unto itself? One of the great cult rules is to rope in
more culties. One of the other great cult rules is to be friendly with
fellow culties and treat all non-participants like poo-poo. That would be
the life of a multi-level cultie! I'd rather be poo.

See, I was just mentioning to the DH other day that it had been many wonderful and personally prosperous years since we'd been asked to do a friend a favor and listen to this great and very secret so they couldn't tell us about it then and there new business idea they were getting into--yup, Amway. We were once even gifted a start up membership or kit thingy and dragged to a cult marketing meeting where the "upline" biggy cultie harangued me, who'd gone along only because my friend insisted, for being mmmmmmm who isn't the least interested in that crap and would also rather be poo than trick my friends and family into pumping up some upline biggy cultie's bottomline.

And your horses, too, multi-level cultie scum!

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, letting you know my flame filter so on and automatically bounces back accursed crap at the sender three fold.