Here I am writing in this journal, again.

Why do I do this?

“Because dad, you need to. And remember to say everyone out and disconnect from everyone.  Otherwise, any telepath can pick you up.”

“Thank you”

Everyone out.

I disconnect from everyone.

I’m on my private time writing in my journal.

I hate when my daughters send me reminders using telepathy.

What am I dealing with?

I take care of disabled veterans, I live alone, I’m Zeus,  so I’ve heard, and I have nine daughters that I never fathered.

This is what everyone has to deal with,  right?

No.

Now my higher self is talking through me again.

Well, you said everyone out, and you disconnected from everyone, so of course I drop in. I’m you.

What have you got for me?

You are indeed Zeus,  and you’ve been called by many names.

What are they?

Anytime anyone talks to God,  it was you.

You gave humanity free will.  You like to listen to what they want, and at times, you try to give them advice, and very few listen.

I’ve lived my life,  I know that no one listens. At times, I wish I was wrong, but I can see it so clearly.

The ones that have listened,  they are doing well. Those that don’t,  well I wouldn’t give two shits for their life.

Every time I hear it, “Solomon, you have no idea what you’re talking about. ”

It always brings me back to peace, cause anything else and I might kill a motherfucker.

Tell me again why I do this?

Somebody had to be you, and you know what you’re doing.

Yeah, but..umm…oh shit, you’re right. I just need to suck it up, Buttercup.

What did I do again that I’m living this life?

Well, you had an argument with a dude and he won.  Because he won, you changed all of existence.

I did what?

You changed all of existence.

Why?

The dude had a point about free will and that he was destined to be something he never wanted to be. He asked you what’s the point of free will is, if all he could do is what you want or suffer?

That is a good point. Why would I want any to suffer?

Now, you’re in this body for the next 5,000 years.

5,000?

Yeah.

Explain it again. Oh, never mind. I get it.

I put myself into everything and left people in charge to deal with shit.

Hence why I know what flebikvynbc is. What planet is that from again?

Oh, I know, the humans don’t,  but I know.

I’m human, right?

More or less. 

Explain.

You can do shit they can’t. Well, a few of them can. They’re your personal guard,  your daughters, the muses.

Right.

So, what else do I need to deal with?

That wraps it up for tonight. You’ve got somebody waiting for you.

Oh, got ’em

This is me being me, doing what I do, learning as I teach.