Nano And Me

I am fresh off a 2 day weekend workshop, my brain is fried! I know I am going to need a few days to digest and integrate all that was talked about and how to detox our body from nano tech and all the other ugly bogeys. I also have to convince my husband about the tech that is in his blood. So I try to fill him in while he finishes Sunday dinner. Is he focused on my important conversation? Is he heck!

Apparently making sure that his beef stew in the slow cooker is just right, the melt in your mouth kind of just right, which he’s doing with mashed potatoes because his multi tasking is not like mine and he over boiled them the potatoes hence the mash and not the roast.

But me filling him in about my day is important, me filling him about what’s in the skies and the fog, the strange fog that many have experienced is all that fills my mind because I think that if I tell him now with the intensity of the last two days still within me he’ll hear me. I need to tell him so that he knows when I start dropping foreign liquids in his mouth in the morning and at night, cooking with Celtic salt and dousing his bath soak with clay that he’ll be compliant so that I can save both our lives, increase our telomeres and live well past 100. 

But dinner is calling, steaming broccoli and slicing cucumbers and tomatoes takes precedence over my Superhero work and it is just that as after him I have to work on the kids.

I have to figure out how to mesh this part of my world with theirs. This is the part that has conspiracy theorist vibes, the part that says don’t the drink water out of the tap, the part that said no when everyone else said yes, this is the part that doesn’t just take us down a rabbit hole but a worm hole, a portal that for all intents and purposes seems like light years away but it isn't really. The reality of what I have learnt over the weekend is here and now and I need my husbands energy to match mine. I’ll set the table.

I met a lady at the workshop who on the way home made me laugh, she said she didn’t know how to wake up her husband, that he was dead she quickly corrected her self with an empathic “Asleep! I meant he’s asleep”. We giggled but I know what she meant. I consider my self lucky though, my husband is a light sleeper, doesn’t snore and sleeps on his back. To my knowledge that makes him open and trusting which is good, I need to remember this as I’m going to have to tell him about the robots in his root canal.

Dinner was fantastic! Wish me luck!

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