It doesn't have much of a future, according to Edgar Cayce. If what was forecast happened while we were still here, my mentor would have to do an instant evacuation with us. Local radiation contamination is also increasing.
Gods, I hate being trapped in time. As of today, I'd have exactly 10 1/2 months to the letter to my renewed planned departure date, not including today. I never include 'today' in my time tallies.
From the looks of things, I'm not sure where I am will be inhabitable in 10 1/2 months. I'm still going around in circles over the last week of April, too. The mullethead and myself are speculating like crazy, and the only on of us who knows is just laughing at us. Well, judging at some of the hare brained things we say in jest; but the suspense is driving me batty.
Yes, I'm dwelling on this. It's obsessing me. I will probably do another post or two, or maybe even three on the subject before I get there. And if I am coming back, I am going to try to hold on to some of my memories like my very existence depended on it.
The mullethead is going even crazier over this than I am. I can understand. To be taken from one world to another in the way of the old legends, which really were more than legends, is a prospect that does instigate a bit of uncertainty. Fear, even. When I first moved to my current 'real' home, I did it under my own power, which is now on hold.
No, it doesn't hurt. That's all I can say.
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