Took me a while to realize it and not sure I was going to post about it but is anyone else on some wierd sleep countdown
For a while now I wake up exactly one minute earlier then the day before. No idea why. I used to wake up with an alarm clock at 6am that I would fight till 6:30.
I’m waking up at 3:48 now, yesterday it was 3:49 and the day before 3:50 and I guarantee after posting this I’ll be up at 3:47
I tried going to bed late, early, drinking, no drinking, cut coffee whatever every day I’m up a minute before the last.
It’s freaky and I’m not any more tired then before.
It’s wierd af and I’ll let you know when I get to 0:00 :D
Here, we've been plagued by middle of the night awakenings quite a while. I'm something of a contrary. I don't like psychological analyses, since that is the mind studying the mind. So, trying to make connections, there are sometimes weird and/or unremembered dreams associated with these awakenings. Also, in this general area, many people have been plagued with a sort of whistle, mostly right ear but behind it; it's driving some people a bit batty (police were called about an older lady beating the inside of her living room window trying to stop the whistle is one example). Having said that, among the considerations are 1) this sh*t began shortly (a few months) after the beginning of the plandemic, 2) the ear whistle intensified after the so called 'inauguration" of the nitwit. Doing a bit of digging, there are numerous patents dealing with the insertion of emotions, ideas, suggestions into the brain using high freq sound that is sensed through the skull, primarily the bones behind the ear. Also, there are patents that apply to hf speakers installed on cell towers to do the hf transmission.
It's food for thought. Y'all know everyone's under attack in one form or another, or many.
I had a dream one night, and into my twilight sleep zone. When I woke up I immediately wrote this:
Last night I dreamed a prayer, and in my sleeping mind
I saw my savior Jesus there in perfect form sublime
In life I tend to carry sin in grief that’s hard to shake
But here I felt no weight within, like when I am awake
I stood in his consuming grace, completely wrapped in love
Carried in his warm embrace that held me like a glove
And in the mist of slumber, in the light of Christ ablaze
All the saved in number, sang to our lord this praise.
God mine, father divine, not my will but thine
On my knee, I give to thee, all my love God mine
Frankly, Sir, I do my best to handle it myself. When the going is really tough, that is when I make that call. I know He is there.