I got pretty soaked on the way here this morning, I wanted to shorten my rout through the neighborhood rather than around it though that meant crossing territory in the rain without sidewalks, and ran smack in to the mother load of rishis. They were growing small and leathery all over some piled up tree branches. I'm pretty sure the lady in the house across the street called the police, but they probably told her who I was. I'm sitting in the Indiana Room now, and if they let me this might be my spot whenever its open, I don't know if its open all the time or not, but there was a book in here I wanted to look at that is also in today in the circulating side, it will fit in my purse and I can zip it I guess. My purse didn't get too wet even when I was crawling around under the shrubs. I think combined with the little bit of the bigger rishi on the jack o lantern tree that I sat down and pried off with my fingers yesterday afternoon. I was hoping to grab one node that was starting to grow out the last time I was there but someone had ripped it off. I kinda doubt they hot ethanol soaked it in a water bath for five days and then simmered it it water for about 8-12 hours though. A guy with a boxer just assumed I was pretending to hunt mushrooms to the best of my assessment, considering how he was messing with his phone, his dog ran up on me while I was on the ground and I threw out my left arm in a dog block, then I noticed that the dried out jack o lanterns smelled really strongly of alkaloids, and happened to mutter "psilocybin" quietly while sniffing them, but set them down, I mean they smelled it exactly but much more strongly, I believe these are mushrooms that would deliver you lock stock and barrel to the bayouna irrevocably, after a couple of days of purging the remnants of your previous future rather violently, but you know how kids are these days.
Once in awhile a psychotic will take up residence in the woods between Butler park and the B-Line, I wondered if the jack o lanterns were the reason why.
Anyway, I'm not sure how this is going to go me being in here, I kinda like to people watch, but I'm sick of being propositioned and I see enough prostitutes and drug dealers on the way too and from here.
I was thinking while I was crawling around under the shrubs that I had put on such a nice outfit this morning, it just doesn't seem to work out that way for some reason.
I am flicking through Wild Food Plants Of Indiana and Adjacent States while I think the **** is hitting the fan. (it seems like I should edit things like that in this room) I just ran up on New Jersey tea, a member of the buckthorn family, same as sloes, that I want to be on the look out for, I'm always looking for tea and smokes out there, I like to forage more than I like to eat and I was thinking about how little I use all my culinary skills yet I do understand what is expected when making medicines that way.
In previous conversations with people I knew from around town back in the day, who I literally saw at several parties but couldn't say it was anything like what a lot of people mean by that, there are things that are the purview of various people in their positions and things that are not, and when you pester people about things that are really not, they may do something within their purview regarding these people who don't seem to understand what their office is about that may still involve participating in whatever has been asked of them, or appearing to. I was thinking about that yesterday in regards to people reporting so many of my activities to so many different people. Not all the people who get these reports have the same attitude, but I think the Hub went kinda dry not because of anything I did, especially because I didn't do anything unusual or atypical of anyone else, but because it was mentioned to someone. The goal seems to be that I not be reported, or rather that may be too specific, that there are certain activities that certain people never want to hear about from anyone outside of set and defined contexts (like through the specific church that they take part in). I think there is a list of things most of them legal activities but some of them illegal that can be viewed in context as decriminalized or not worth the resources, but retraining people not to speak of these things may be quite the process. I guess more specifically, nobody thinks I'm smoking pot in my pipe, but they say they think that, and the point is even if it was pot is really not a threat to society. I was listening to my neighbor's conversation this morning, the ones that smoke and make meth that no one has mentioned to anyone, I've heard a lot of pot induced conversations also in the past, none of them ever made me so certain of the necessity of hell as this conversation made me. People smoke pot and the closest thing I can think of to thinking about them not being in jannah is they were too lazy to get off the couch and do what they needed to get there, but with meth its like these people are morphing into the demons of hell in all their thoughts and speech and soon their bodies too. They were saying they were glad that what they did hit me like being punched and hit with a cattle prod. Yep, as I suspected, as the mop bucket went by I got sprayed by the security guy.
The guy has a cross on his front door (the meth guy) and I used to be the kind of person who really didn't want to get too deep with people about any mistakes in their religion, but last night people were really getting proud of some historical decisions such as those regarding selling game, they figured out that the people living that way weren't even nominal christians and so they declared the matter no human involvement and closed their ears to all arguments about what harm such decisions would do to people.
But Dad said that this issue was painful, but it was making something happen much more quickly, the hybrids would winnow out, because this stuff kills them it only pains us, and it wouldn't be like we were genetically land mined by hostile people for thousands of years into the future. They are trying to get rid of us, I think Iran's angle is they are trying to reenslave us but the Europeans don't believe in immortality, I'm getting cased now.
Its interesting to watch how people form these temporary alliances, the ways people talk to each other about different angles of these things and how they perceive the salience of each other. I group just came in here that is really messing up the air quality now, I have entirely disrupted the usual traffic patterns of the entire library today, but the air sure was fresh in here for awhile.
I guess that people watching thing is just as intense from in here.
I'm really moving slow in here today, my coat got pretty wet on the way here, its not too cold out but that changes if the wet gets through the layers.
I was also thinking this morning about how much my brain is changing right now, just from going through the change, and that I spend my nights being beaten up by neighbors who think that being white or christian means that they are right to do anything that they can to me. Like I said I used to not want to get involved with people about their religions or even their races. I think I taught that guy from the old days I used to talk to a new word last night too. Maybe he can find someone who knows a better word, but I think that word encompasses these people with all its associated folklore and connotations in a way that no other word in any other language has ever done. People may want to make sure that word is erased from the human record, but I think it will become standardized in every human language until the last day and you know why I think that, because how many times have we all heard these people say it doesn't matter what they do to the people who are going to hell, though they shorten all that to one word starting with N.
