Asked by Anonymous
XD!!! Well thank you for reading it! I appreciate the amount of people I have keeping up with my posts.
I recently learned that somewhere on the net, someone else has been reading my journal.. and he’s “famous”; which is a huge thing to me. It leaves me stunned and honored. I guess when you just speak truthfully about experiences and weird stuff like mine, people eventually listen… or ignore you and go one with life. -shrug- lol.
City Lights, 1931; Dir: Charlie Chaplin.
Such a romantic scene.
He goes from funny to serious in a split second.
I bought a used copy of “The Great Dictator”, got through 80% of it and found out that the movie disc didn’t work. You have NO idea how pissed off my room mate and I were about not being able to finish that fucking film!!!!
Asked by Anonymous
Absolutely! Let me know what you would like to ask him, and I can do my best to either answer it myself or get the answer straight from him! :D
It’s November 11th again, and Canada continues to celebrate the fallen soldiers of past and present with honor and duty with another beautiful but simple Remembrance Day celebration.
With my Mediumship now in effect, I’m experiencing everything all over again for the first time this year. Halloween was interesting, but oddly relaxed. But this event… this strikes home for me. It’s military past, history, World Wars 1, 2 and more. It’s where I thrive as a Medium.
But being a Medium and doing a job was to one side as I found this time was a little more important. I had the boys here with me. Kurt, Max, Heinz and even Peiper came down to take part in this. He insisted he go! He knew very well that this was an important event both to Canadian citizens, and was a hurtful time for Kurt to be reflecting on the past, something he still feels deep guilt and blame for.
For those unaware, Kurt Meyer spent time in prison both here in Canada as well as Germany, taking the majority of blame for the shootings of Canadian POWs during the end of WW2. He’s never had anything against Canadians, and quite enjoys talking to them. Both Peiper and I agreed that this, as well as any other old wounds the guys might be feeling due to the war, could very well be slowly patched over time if they just got involved with things here; with our soldiers.
The three of them were nervous as hell about going the night before while we spoke of it. I could feel the knots in Heinz’s stomach the worst, of course, and they sat there, mulling over the thought that all these Canadian ghost-soldiers could end up being there, that they’d be spotted and either kicked out, or beaten to a pulp. lol. Don’t get me wrong, they’re brave, talented individuals, but when you’re out numbered you start to get a little more cautious (not scared) about your personal safety. I understood, but I told them all they were far too paranoid! Peiper agreed to meet up with us once we got there, saving time on travel and room in the car. Easy enough. “I’ll have people dressed and ready for 9am”.
We all went to bed that night with thoughts jumbled and mixed around in our heads as to what ‘could’ happen the next day. Kurt held his composure, but I knew he was squirming on the inside. He was worried. And poor Heinz clung to me and was cuddled rather close in our bed like if he hadn’t, something was gonna tare him away from me. @_@ Felt like my ribs and my arm were gonna go numb and fall off by morning at some points. He says I’m over exaggerating. lol
We get everyone nicely dressed, suits ties, that sort of thing - and get our butts over to the local Armory. It’s a short set of prayers, poems, music from the military band, and speeches before we take a short march/walk to the cenotaph where one of the many well made bronze statues lies within Vancover’s limits. The boys are mostly calm and not really having any problems until just before we leave the armory and start walking over half the block to the cenotaph. Then I notice them start sucking it in. Straightening up. Feeling nervous.
Another set of speeches, and our two minutes of silence is held at the cenotaph before people from various businesses are called in groups at a time to adorn the steps with their wreaths and poppies.
It’s quiet during this time as well, and only once everyone thins out after the event does it actually start to get interesting.
Max and Kurt come into contact with some of the newer soldier spirits that had apparently shown up when they had gotten nervous earlier. I was wondering what they had spotted. The men are a mix from recent war efforts (like Iraq), some from Vietnam, etc. Only a few are as far back as World War 2. They’re lucky this time. They’re called out, Heinz later telling me that they started with saying, “You must be new here, never seen you around.” Polite, inquisitive, but with smiles no less. I could tell Kurt was hesitant to tell the truth, but he did, fessing up and being blunt as possible, “No, we’re not from around here. Germany.”
It didn’t take much effort for them to put two and two together, yet they still tried their best to be polite; because now, they were curious as hell to know why a bunch of German soldiers would be here, at a Canadian memorial.
Of course, Peiper to the rescue.
"We’re here paying respects to soldiers, just like us. We’re all just men in the end, aren’t we? All fighting for what we believed in. For families and country."
That got him instant brownie points, and everyone seemed to let out that huge sigh they’d been holding in. Then the causal chatter began and you could tell the spirits of the Canadian guys were letting them right in. It was very easy to know who Peiper was, specially if you were there during WW2. I hadn’t listened into their conversing, simply letting them chat amongst themselves, but I did catch talk and laughter about “KG PEIPER”, and how he and Kurt had been in the newspapers on both sides. Of course, upon figuring this out, the silly army brats start yelling for their friends to come join in and shake hands all around.
God was I ever relieved by the end of it all though. To know they were getting along with these other fallen soldiers, to just be able to talk and not have hostility in the way. To let the past, be the past.
I let them all have their short chat before it was time to go, and before leaving I had my room mate Amy take a photo of me by the statue and piles of wreathes. Of course, the guys were there as well, so I’m excited to get the picture onto the computer soon so I can post it and let people see. All around me, behind my shoulders, they stood. Peiper and Kurt with their heavy hands on my shoulder as a true sign of support and respect. That little sister in your squad to help get things done and cheer you up. I guess I classify as one of those. It’s a deeper love to it though too. Caring. Protection; and I’m proud to have it yet again.
First, I’d like to apologize for not posting again for a little while. It’s been very high energy, go go go at my new living place. It feels GREAT though, to be so active! I’m finally not sitting around, feeling bored anymore. It’s a good change. But let’s get onto the good stuff!
So I only live 2 blocks from my local cemetery - and no, for those who ask if I moved here on purpose because of this, I didn’t. It was just pure luck. I never find the cemetery “creepy”, though I can sometimes feel uneasy due to knowing some “passed over” residents there don’t like visitors in their area. I find this is the case at the very beginning of our cemetery, but the rest is just fine! I actually stopped and spoke to a nice middle-aged woman on my way back on Halloween as well (yes, a dead woman), and she was polite enough to say hello and acknowledge that she enjoys seeing people come and go to visit their loved ones graves there.
I asked if she knew she could leave, and she gave a pleased smile and said she knew, “but why leave when it’s so beautiful here, taken care of, groomed, and filled with quiet space. Birds, trees… It’s perfect.” I nodded at that, glad to see that there are some that are just dandy with living and staying in the cemetery. As long as you’re comfortable and relaxed, right?
I took tons of photos while I was there, and have only changed the contrast on these so you can get a better look. The photos were taken between 11:40pm and 12:30am, and are COATED in orbs in almost every photo. You can tell there was both orbs AND a bit of dew hanging in the air.. and that there IS a difference. So for the skeptics, you get to see both in ONE photo! -thumbs up!-
Look closely, and you might notice faces in a lot of these as well. Some older, some younger, and some rather skeletal. Spooky! But despite all the scariness of the skeletal photos, and open gaped mouths.. they were very calm spirits. No issues. Felt at ease, save for that one spot at the beginning of the park.
And now, without further delay! ON WITH THE SHOW!
In 1945, a hungry American prisoner of war in Germany traded a much-loved ring for some food. Nearly 70 years later, it has found its way to the man’s family. How it got there is a good story.
An intelligent human would ask the question, “Why are our governments completely ignoring the Japanese Nuclear Meltdown from the #fukashima reactor? The Tokyo Electric Power Company (Tepco) admitted enormous leaks of radioactive water are pouring into the Pacific Ocean. What is the worse is the water leakage everywhere else - not just from the tanks TEPCO is storing of radioactive water. It is leaking out from the basements, it is leaking out from the cracks all over the place into the groundwater. Nobody can measure that.
They are entering the oceans at levels that then will accumulate in seafood and will cause new health concerns. This is a disaster. The Japanese are asking for immediate help. No foreign bankers seem to care. They’re too interested in starting WWIII. Obama’s got no control of the White house. And millions of people have no idea of anything going on outside of TV Land. Those who act unreasonable get the government they deserve. People gotta come together with the wisdom out there if you expect to survive with goodness for all. Point blank. The end is always on its way. Life is finite. It is our duty to uphold the Universal Law, “The Will to do Good.”
OH MY GOD. REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS. I HAD NO IDEA!
No yeah seriously this is a thing