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I am going to begin today with a spiritual experience from last night. The reader can take it any way they like. I had been going through a certain amount of discouragement, following the previous evening, when I was caused to believe; or caused myself to believe, that I was not receiving communications that I was deserving of (in my mind) and also the sense I had been getting that my efforts were futile. This was later 'revealed' to me as the usual efforts of those empowered to discourage us and I felt a degree of shame for falling for it again. It proved to not be the case at all.

So... I was walking from my office into the kitchen, engaged in an internal conversation that I had just initiated, when that force I call, Mr. Apocalypse gripped me from within. There is no other way to describe it and this has happened to me more times than I can remember, when I am physically arrested in a manner that could best be described as dynamic tension. Perhaps you remember reading comic books as a child and on the back page, quite often, was an advertisement from a man named, Charles Atlas, who was offering his course on dynamic tension for body building. He would often present a comic graphic of a “99 pound weakling”, having sand kicked into his face by a bully.