My New Life, Part 1

I moved in with my boyfriend, Kent, the day Denver announced Lockdown order because I would rather be locked down with him. That was about a week ago.

There is hardly any room for my stuff in this house at the moment. It's difficult to do simple things like wash my face or use my waterpik because the bathroom sink does not work and the kitchen is chock full of his stuff, but we are working on it.

Kent and I pray together and we live in the 4th Dimension. Because we pray, our lives are magickal and we are exempt from things that the sleepers have to do - like this lockdown.

We live in God's world. We are carried through all kinds of bullshit because we adhere to Natural Law and live by the Golden Rule.

If we did not pray together, we would have broken up long ago. I am a cardinal air sign and he is a fixed air sign - so it's like the wind blowing the clouds around when we disagree...and we disagree a lot - plus as an Aquarius he can just turn in a second and be bitchy and arrogant - so we pray together and that keeps our ultimate authority, God.

Construction workers are exempt from the "lockdown" in Denver which just shows it is BULLSHIT. They are just vomiting up the 5G towers while everyone is home fearing for their lives. If you don't want to spread disease then we would all be locked down - obviously something else is going on but the sleepers are sleeping.

Kent does not always share my voracious hunger for "what is really going on" - he knows though because he is smart and was in the military during the cold war - so he knows a lot - just not the occult part that I know because I studied with Mark Passio.

We are not fearing for our lives. We know God is in charge of our lives and our death...when our time is up we will leave earth and go on our way to wherever the next place is...not that we will go together or anything...

I am Red Lunar Skywalker and Kent is White Resonant Worldbridger in the Mayan Astrology. We perfectly complement each other and we feel good together, although each of us is perfectly capable of being alone and we often disagree. I look forward to just simply taking care of the house and helping be the support behind Kent.

No longer do I have any desire to "be somebody" in this ridiculous society I find myself. Kent seems content with that as well. He's a real go-getter - successful but down to earth and wildly psychic like me. He is an electrician, teaches electrical apprenticeship, beekeeper, hydroponic and earth farmer, builder, dog owner, father, former union foreman, hunter, and the list goes on and on of his worldly accomplishments.

I am an artist and a psychic and a psychic artist...but in the world I can't do much. It's fine - he loves me and I love him.

He has not gotten his portion of the settlement yet from our car accident, and he made me a deal - he is going to sell me his mobile home so he can put some of my money into the property right now. He will put my name on the title so that if anything happens to him, I will own it.

That is my security. Kent and I will never "marry" with the state - we don't believe in it, but him selling me his house - now that is some security I can sink my teeth into.

Now I can stop worrying about Kent's eating habits and all that because I will own the mobile. We are in the process of fixing it up because he has been living in it like a caveman for probably 20+ years... I can always have somewhere to live or something to sell and get my equity out - whatever - even if he goes before me.

Today, we went to Home Depot and bought material to build me an Art Studio. It's going to be 12' x 16' and it will be in the back yard of the mobile. It is easily taken apart so we can take it to the property, but we are not ready to go to the property yet. He is building it right now. Floor and walls cost about $1000. The roof will be metal probably. Fiberglass would be nice for natural light but we have hail so better to just make it sturdy.

He makes an art out of loading it into the truck.

We prayed before we went to the Despot and we did not have to stand in any lines and we got help right away and were in and out. Prayer is Kent and my secret weapon.

Tomorrow, I think I will go to my former dwelling where my schizoaffective roommate is freaking out...to try to pack the rest of my stuff. Then Kent and I will likely move it up here and put it in the studio by the end of April.

I checked in to getting storage units but people are getting locked out of their storage units during this lockdown, and I would not like that. I don't have much but what I have I need access to.