Thanks The Young Rascals.
Today I had my meeting with the Far Northern case manager.
It’s going to be February before I can get into see a psychiatrist for my autism diagnosis.
I have 10 months of living in this shit hole with these people that make it a shit hole.
Groovin’, that’s what I’m doing, just groovin’ taking it in stride.
I have zero control.
I manage myself.
I manage myself into peace each and every day.
I was despondent when I got the news this morning. By tonight, I’m good. I’m at peace.
Whatever life throws at me, I manage myself.
Come sail away by Styx is playing. I carry on.
I carry on no matter what life puts in my way.
My legs hurt. Unless I’m at the park.
When I say I have pain in my thighs, it’s a 9.
My pain threshold is something inhuman.
I got put on tens unit several years ago and the dude who was giving the treatment had to put it past the danger setting before I could feel it.
He said that where he had to set the machine means on a 1-10 scale of pain, my 8 would kill most people.
When I walk to FoodMax, less than a mile away, I have to stop several times because the pain in my thighs is at a 9.
Other people would be dead.
My pain threshold is inhuman.
I don’t cry out, and I don’t cry. I just stand in place for few moments, like 30 seconds before I keep going.
I have a force of will the likes of which I don’t know anyone that can take the pain the way I do.
It’s in the muscles and not the bones. Even right now I can feel it at a 5. Meaning most people would feel it as an 8 or higher and would be begging for drugs.
I don’t take anything but alieve. I pop 2 once a day.
There was this dude about 12 years ago who said I didn’t feel human to him. His exact words “Jim you don’t register as quite human.”
I’m not quite human. How many other humans do you know that have an IQ of 215?
What is that I am?
Angel, the next evolution of humanity or something completely different?
I don’t know.
I’ve been told human angel is what I am.
Nephilim.
A product of a fallen angel and a mortal woman.
I’m a Nephilim.
That’s the only thing that makes any sense.
What if the angels didn’t fall, but were sent to the earth for this exact purpose?
I get that this sounds crazy as bat shit gets.
Crazy people don’t know what they say sounds crazy. For them it sounds normal.
How else do I explain what I can do?
If anyone has a better explanation, I’ll listen.
Just don’t call me crazy because I know how crazy I’m not.
Not even jokingly.
If you have a serious explanation for me and others who display extremely high intelligence, a pain threshold that would kill most people, can do shit like make others dissappear, make them see shit that isn’t there and other shit I can do, give it to me.
Have a blessed one and be excellent always.








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