I look at the title and I laugh.

You have no idea what you’re in store for.

As I smoked a spliff I did a thing I do.

Think of karma having agents. This is metaphor.

I don’t know who or what it is that guides me to do certain things, but I do them because I see how it effects the rest.

Think about this way, I once online dated a woman who was about to have a nasty visitor. She had a young son, had I not dated her, the dude was going to show up.

Then there is the woman I online dated that was dating a dude under suspicion and being investigated by more than one government agency. I got her away from him and made sure she has a career.

Then there is the ones that get fucked in the ass they do it to themselves.

A guy I once called friend, no longer, said he deserves to be in hell. He said many times in front of me. I tried to save him.

I gave him every bit of guidance he would ever need. I gave him protection from entities.

He threw it in my face.

I got told I was done with my job with him a couple months ago.

I don’t know what is going to happen, however I get the feeling buying illegal weed from a place that shows up on Fridays.

California has legal weed. There is no reason for any to break the law selling or buying weed.

I go to Oregrown.

This is what my life is as Táltos. I’m God’s bitch.

Think about it, if God is the gyre that means we have a number we can’t even imagine of gods.

What is God?

God is a mystery to even God.

Ask God who made it?

I did.

What I got was an answer that made sense, but it couldn’t be proven.

Ask God when?

The only answer I ever get is soon. Imminently soon.

Ask God why?

Typically it depends on what I’m questioning about.

Do this for yourself. Let you answer.

Let your higherself answer using your mouth.

Let that tiny piece of God answer using your mouth.

Don’t argue.

Listen to yourself.

It’s your choice.

Choice is the only freedom we actually have.

Why would God take that choice away?