However if you are a real person and the posts don't make much sense, I'm sorry about that, but please feel free to ask me about them.
I think I'm a compulsive writer and poster. I usually end up writing something almost every day. I can't help myself. Most I don't make public, I've diaries full of my chats with Mary M and Jesus, and masses of other books, and god knows if I'll ever read through them and make them public. I do wish someone would come along and like what I write and be really good at English English grammar - not American English, and offer to proof and edit my work. I beg the Mother and Father for someone. And I wish I had the ware -with-all to make money enough to pay someone to do it. But alas, money and me are mutually exclusive. Just enough to get by, and mostly with the help of the Aussie government and that's about all. The Mother and Father say one day help will come, however They say that about a lot of things so I'm not holding my breath.
It's been a super big day, lots of insights and link ups, so many things slotting into place all to do with my good feelings and the big realisation which has caused them: That I don't have to teach the whole world - I don't have to teach anyone anything! And what a huge relief, I can't tell you the stress I didn't even know I was under believing that was my mission in life. And all thanks to Gran saying I should teach my brother to be as she said we should be. But he didn't want to know about it, and I didn't force him, so it's all been a fantasy - yet another one - in my head. But now it's over. I am not to teach everyone how to live the right way, and I don't have to teach anyone anything. It feels so good being let off the hook - I had to say it again!