R.M. Dolin, January 19, 2024
I wish the world didn't need men like me who have done the things I've done, seen the things I've seen. Unfortunately, it does and the chaos of current conflicts cascading across countries and continents bears that out. I don't really worry about implications to me anymore, I've become a spirit of the unified world in that regard and so, I worry about the world, and my children who will be the ones drawn in. I worry about recovery and if it’s even possible to stave off all those things that increasingly seem inevitable. Some say hell has a special place for me, but think God gets me because he made me. God and I talk a lot about atonement. He gave me the gifts he did for a reason. There’s simply no logical exclamation for how a poor rural cowboy who finished last in high school before becoming a plumber could wind up in a position where the safety and security of the world depends in part on his talents. And yet, that's the burden he levied and whenever I call him out on it, he says to suck it up and deal. The universe talks to me through Wind. Maybe it's from my time in Sioux culture, or perhaps it's just my personal connection to nature. Either way, Wind has a lot to say these days and none of it good. She's asking for something, but is so far vague. I am not sure what Wind wants, but already feel the burden she intends to place upon me. . .
