The Precious Scars

Scotsmen are crazy....no ifs, ands, or buts about it.  They're crazier still when they're dead.  My second guide is a Scotsman, but not from the original settlement in which my city now stands.  He's related to the Scott family ......or at least thinks he is.  Likely a ghostie who saw the family on a trip and decided to adopt the bunch of them.  Sees the boys as nephews; has a special affinity for Jonathan . Map of Scotland Looks to be middle aged.  Shows himself mostly bald; sometimes with facial hair, sometimes without.  Is a very tall, slender fella' with muscles.  I know this because he doesn't often wear a shirt.  Suffers from "Scottish halitosis breathe".  Can change his form however he wishes.....so shouldn't be an issue, but don't know if he truly understands this.  Perhaps he just likes remaining true to his former self.      When he shouts his name (which he does every time he manifests) it sounds...

I suspect there's a reason why the more I see of these Property Brothers , the more intertwined they become in my present journey.  I am a fan of their work, but unlike others I do not see their so-called "charmed life" as answer to some "happily-ever-after" prayer.  People who know my name think much the same about me....which is why I can say in all honesty, money and power do not equate to happiness.            Lauren B Jewellery I recall an argument from my film theory/marketing class regarding the popularity of television....how its attractiveness laid in its simplicity and symmetry; a vast contract to life which is messy, complex, and complicated.  In pondering this, I realized why these two appeal to the masses, even more than some of their contemporaries.  As identical twins, they appear as if two-sides of the same face....not unlike the god  Janus .  I laugh when recollecting a post in which the implication was...

ज ो न ा थ न   red late-ripening apple; primarily eaten raw   Jonathan Hadn't thought of this guy since grade school.  Suppose he came to mind while watching Drew's Honeymoon House because his name is Jonathan.  He was the first boy to like me.  I did not share his feelings.  I was a  John Schneider  girl, dreaming of having Bo Duke babies with golden locks like my mother's.  Jonathan loved playing with my hair and tagged along wherever the girls were.  This did not win me friends.  One day he got brazen and kissed me right in the middle of kindergarten class.  I rewarded him by giving him his first black eye.  He escaped punishment, but for my crime I was sent to the corner and told I was a bad Christian girl.....a phrase I'd become quite familiar with.  It was Jonathan's fault; it all started with him....and from that day forward I took to calling him "Trouble".  Unfortunately "T...

I don't know what being a clairvoyant  is like for anyone else.  For me, it's been a mixed bag.  Growing up, we were not encouraged to speak on the subject unless something unusual happened....and never to my father.  This often left me at odds.  An early education might have helped, but I was still in the dark on the basics until adulthood.  It was while attending a retreat at 23, I learnt I'm a so-called "trance" medium ....which apparently was such a big deal the whole room fell silent.  I wanted to be part of a group where I could be myself, but in the end a man gliding out of me the same moment a dog bit me just further differentiated me. Sister, Mom, Brother, Me I like the heightened senses, hyper-cognition, and even the ability to detect patterns quickly.  I miss experiencing memory as indistinguishable from day-to-day living.  Instant recall, photographic memory, and interactions within but independent from remembrances wer...