Well. I feel better. Yesterday I had another encounter that affirms for me the existence of angels and people who are instruments.

I live in a house museum and this is the time of year when I'm open to tourists. I serve Russian Tea and Sourdough cookies (biscuits) and we sit around and chat, usually about history, but the talk sometimes ranges far afield. I meet people from literally all over the world.

The last few months, as probably shows on the Mudcat, I have gotten steadily more depressed and angry at the state of this country and in fearing what this autumn may bring. Each further revelation of violence and corruption brought me greater despair.

But today this man from Ohio (Spaw??) came into the museum and within a few sentences I was aware of being in for a memorable learning experience. He is a self-described Spiritualist, comfortable in his knowledge while anticipating further growth. He said he is no longer an "infant" but is definitely still in the "toddler" stage. He said he wasn't planning to go walking in Juneau, especially on these steep hills, but he was "told" to go so he went, and when he came to this house he was told to come in.

His message to me was that I need to understand and accept that what is happening is what must be and that the way I can affect its outcome is looking to myself. When I look to keeping myself centered in love, not steeped in fear, (which he said is what the government is living in) that joins with others who are doing the same thing and together we WILL change things. (I told him that the problem is that he is advocating the use of a stiletto while my instinct is to use a HAMMER.)

We talked for two hours and my stomach is relaxed and happy again. As our illustrious leader once said: Bring 'em on!