LTG (R) Mike Flynn — "Be very careful chasing shiny objects…just when you least expect, you’ll get punched so hard in the nose, you’ll not recover. Steady boys, steady 🦅🇺🇸"
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🐸 STEADY THE FROG 🐸
They are about to push aliens hard. Dont be fooled.
Wow that brings back memories for me. When I was 7 my grandmother was dying of cancer. Her last night on this planet we went to her house to visit (hospice care). I wasn't a dumb kid - I knew she was dying and figured it would be that night. When I got home it was after 11pm on a school night. I went to bed but every time I would close my eyes I saw what appeared to be the hand of God coming through clouds in the night sky, pointing at her house and firing lightning bolts at her roof. I had one of those clock-radios that had the physical numbers that flipped (like in the TV show "Lost") but this was in the late '70s. The last thing I remember seeing was 2:22 on the clock and the lightning bolts stopped. I fell asleep.
In the morning my mom came in and sat on the end of my bed and shook my legs to wake me up. Before she said anything I told her that Grandma died that night at 2:22 and Mom started bawling.
That was tough on a 7yo kid, but I guess I handled it well enough because from there on out I was hyper-sensitive to any deaths or serious incidents with my close family. I smelled "funeral flowers" one time, several times I would out of the blue just call someone only to find out they just went into the hospital. I even started arranging an emergency leave for myself when I was in Turkey before I ever got word that my dad was going in for a kidney transplant. I did the same a year later when he died. I called the Red Cross directly and asked them to call John Hopkins for me because I had that same feeling as before, and they confirmed he had died and started my emergency leave process.
That reminds me of my Dad passing away with Cancer. My dad had Cancer in 1980 and was in the Hospital in Houston for about 6 months. He beat it and was in recession for a long long time. In 2013, my dad ends up getting Prostate Cancer. Totally different cancer. My son, mom and I would take turns sitting with him. (God I wish I could do that again.) Then one day, he was in his bed, and we all gathered around his bed. My mom knew it was not going to be much longer. My mom was all upset and she was telling him and us how he is going to be in such a beautiful place and he is going to be so happy, but that he was not going to remember us. That is when my dad pointed around the room saying, "That is my daughter, Kingslea, my son Billy, my Grandson Mateo," then he pointed at my mother and he said, "And that is my beautiful wife, Barbara." Cry cry cry cry. Love my Daddy.
Thanks for sharing that. God rest his soul, amen.