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   > > > With that in mind I began a new attempt at 4:18 p.m.   
   > >   
   > > By 8 p.m. a lot was supposedly on, and I did note some   
   > > non-mundane evidence such as signs that people were   
   > > mad at me after (F1) supposedly came on. However   
   > > I have no mundane evidence, since I have no new hits   
   > > on my Salmon on the Thorns web page, and instead of   
   > > behaving in a more loving fashion toward one another,   
   > > my sister Anne and her common-law husband Pat were   
   > > less loving toward one another, which shouldn’t have been   
   > > the case if they had become optimally sexually compatible,   
   > > been locked, and gotten a marriage blessing. Also   
   > > Anne is not exhibiting signs of a.s.c. (4).   
   > >   
   > > I thought I would get an early night tonight but now that   
   > > doesn’t look likely.   
   > >   
   > > The phase of moon now could still be considered late in the   
   > > full moon period, or as Waning Clamshell/the tombstone   
   > > rolls aside/the hill is shifting sand/the death and impermanence   
   > > drawing in The Turquoise Bee book.   
   > >   
   > > FULL RESET, with one change required:   
   > >   
   > > 1. popthrough order -- the recent 42 reverse chronological   
   > > followed by the remaining 2640 dnosc (by decreasing number   
   > > of someones covered by the hcp sub). So now for Muslims   
   > > the priority will be Jacob, Jesus, Moses, Mohammed.   
   > >   
   > > With that in mind I began a new attempt at 9:01 p.m.   
   > >   
   > > July 11 is Cheer Up the Lonely Day/World Population Day   
   > > July 12 will be Simplicity Day/New Conversations Day.   
   >   
   > July 12, 2025.   
   >   
   > There is no fucking evidence of progress.   
   >   
   > FULL RESET, with two changes required:   
   >   
   > 1. incorporation order will be f, h, m, s,   
   >   
   > 2. popthrough order will be the recent 42 reverse chronological,   
   > then the remaining 2640 by decreasing number of living   
   > ghomosapiens+galiens (soon to be ghuman species group)   
   > covered by the hcp sub.   
   >   
   > I have told Goddess that I will try one last time, and if it fails   
   > I will tell her fuck you and get on with my life, though it   
   > seems nobody will believe my matchmaking ability and   
   > special abilities determination ability, and I don’t have   
   > any immediate prospects of academic progress using   
   > my physics and cetacean communication ideas/clues.   
   > Also I am approaching 61.5 years old and would have   
   > wasted three decades of my life (though I did get a   
   > Ph.D. in there). But in getting on with my life I could   
   > get on a slightly earlier sleep schedule, get more   
   > exercise, and get out to more live music.   
   >   
   > I began a new attempt at 2:55 a.m. This in inconvenient   
   > since it means I may be in the middle of tracking the   
   > attempt when I need to be visiting my brother in late   
   > morning or early afternoon. And I may go hear Serena   
   > Ryder at night, though only if the rain has let up by suppertime   
   > (unless she puts me on the guest list so I can boost her, ha).   
      
   The attempt STALLED when I was visiting my brother.   
      
   That was my last attempt.   
      
   Goddess has refused to give me just [B], and without blocks 1 and 2   
   being lifted I have no chance at compatible romance, and even   
   if blocks 1 and 2 were lifted I have an old lock with Sarah and thus   
   I could not be involved with any other bif without Sarah communicating   
   directly to me permission for me to be involved with other bifs   
   (women attracted to both genders).   
      
   Fuck you, Goddess.   
      
   --   
   https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   "And the cart is on a wheel; And the wheel is on a hill;   
   And the hill is shifting sand; And inside these laws we stand" (Ferron)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)