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Notes to Nowhere     page 2                 
 6-19 / 6-18 / 6-17     2006


Monday 2006-06-19

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Search for and read
"Diary of a Parasite Sufferer".
It is a learning experience
well worth your time.
Take notes for yourself
and those you love,
though hopefully you
will never need to use them.
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You may also wish to learn more
on a closely-related topic:
Morgellons Disease.
If so, go to Linda Moulton Howe's
earthfiles.com and/or
a diary on that
skin parasite.
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A spreading epidemic
of parasitic troubles
persists among us.
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Note 2
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This day is fast passing.
The county south had heavy rains
between 5 and 6pm.
Luckily, the thunder from their storms
reminded me I had some medicating 
to do, and led me to shut down
my computer.  A few minutes after
I finished medicating,
Delta called to inform me
some changes to my July itinerary
for my flights to Milwaukee and back
had been made, with my return
out of Milwaukee allowing
several options.  The woman
representative started giving
the available departure times,
but I chose one before she
had gotten to all of them.
She then got my email address
and sent the changes to me.
I must say my experiences
with Delta have so far been
exceptional.  Even though I
did not request it, I learned
today that I would be provided
a wheelchair in both
Atlanta and Milwaukee.  I had
requested one for Atlanta only.
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Spoke with my youngest sister
this evening about the changes
and about Dr. Wayne Dyer,
and about my web locations,
and about 2 pages at
one of those locations.
We also discussed
other matters.
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I could talk forever,
if you let me.
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The eldest of my two sisters
told me (during a phone conversation
with her some time ago) that when
we were children
I used to get up on the
kitchen table and talk, talk, talk.
I do not recall,
but I do recall getting
a paddling from my dad once
for something
I do not recall.

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Sunday 2006-06-18

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Here I sit,
rocking and rocking,
rocking and rocking,
on my towel-topped
short stool,
staring blankly
at the cyber page
I am typing on,
assenting to/
my peculiar kind of/
on-the-edge autism.
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Partly because it's a cloudy day,
and partly because I had come to an impasse
with what I was doing inside this place,
I took a slow walk
around the island section--
which is not surrounded by water
by the way, but by roads--
of Candlelight Estates.
From a half-block-away vantagearea,
I gazed at my place,
trying to determine
how much debris
my wind-shaken Chinese Tallow
had sprayed on my roof.
(My mobile abode
has a house-type roof.)
After I returned,
I tried to sweep
and rake off 
what I could.
(Due to my illnesses
I am not supposed to
do any climbing.
Besides, I do not own
a regular ladder.)
What I ended up doing was
clearing from this lot I rent
most of the twigs
that were out there,
placing them
on this lot's
empty concrete patio
(empty because
it became/ wrongly located
when this home had to be
pulled forward here
after it was moved to this community
because otherwise its roof would have been
backed into the cedar behind it,
and because I no longer own
a vehicle, and because I am not
supposed to cook either,
and because it is not covered
and I am not one who 
likes sitting out, and
because, because, because--)
as I
normally do.
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It is a day of sighs
and wondering.
I'll be getting an inheritance
from my father.
Spoke with my youngest sister
yesterday concerning it.
I cannot take it all at once,
and I may yet decide 
not to take the whole of my share.
Either way, my sister will need
to give it to me in small amounts,
and I will need to find ways
to spend it,
at least until September.

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Saturday 2006-06-17

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A time will come.
A time will come.
I may no longer be
Earth-alive
when it does;
but I am deeply confident
it will come;
and I, poor spirit,
will at that time
be recognized.
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Yearning can be a torturous state.
Yet, yearning is at the heart of
all beginnings, and is the catalyst of
all achievements, of all human
ascendencies into              radiance.
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Do not be afraid to weep;
for a holy catharsis abides therein.
So this world does not acknowledge your spirit.
It does not matter.
Many have passed: unknown, unknown.
Be glad for each moment
the universe
allows you to enter,
to transform--however slightly,
and be transformed by.


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Brian A. J. Salchert                    

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