Oct. 10. We helped to Stir a soul. More credit to the soul than to James. Protect, reignite Soul log.
In the hardware store today picking up a bit that had been ordered there were 2 cashiers, both female. The one handling my order was very polite and Happily respectfully dismissive of my answer to her questions, where was a going, to all 48 States which my soul told me to do before self immolating at 1 of the concentration camps where we are destroying children because their skin is the color of Earth, life, not the color of death, bleached bones, like mine. There was another female cashier, late twenties may be, and she seemed to move way. After going to the restroom, James returned to the counter to retrieve his goods, and this other cashier said, I don't know if you like dark chocolates, but here are several. It seems that she almost had tears in her eyes. Of grief and solidarity.