11 days ago, a woman ran a red light at about 20 mph, maybe 25, and hit me, on my bicycle. She claimed to be a ‘distracted driver’, offered to pay for my ER visit and bike repairs. And then told the insurance company that was not she, but I who ran the red light, despite her not mentioning it to the responding officer, nor in her official accident report. While I told the responding officer, in her presence, ‘she ran the red’, and my accident report of course says the same. Initial feedback from two psychic forum members being ‘planned’ and ‘CIA wet worker’.
I was fantastically lucky/Divinely protected - thrown through the air, but completely uninjured. I have only a small cut on my right shin. My bike is barely damaged, with only a bent right crank arm. I rode it home.
Four days later, I was fired from my job.
But wait, there’s more! One week after being fired, my brakes failed suddenly on my daily-driver 1965 Buick. It was preceded by a clunking/rattling, once, twice, then pedal to the floor. 50 year old car stuff/coincidence, or enemy action, I await status reports from my Living National Treasure wrencher, and also from my psychic friends. My wrencher has no ‘did someone mess with my car’ prejudice. And we keep my car in really tight shape. We’ll see.
Gambit one, complete failure. Gambit two freed me from a serially (psychologically) abusive boss, and I learned of a great new opportunity tha day after, which is developing. Gambit 3, if gambit, complete failure, no scratch on car or me. Today, when I said ‘thanks for fitting me in’, my wrencher replied ‘you’re just lucky, my schedule was completely clear, for once. That never happens.’
I’m not emotionless. This is frightening, horrific stuff. But stop riding? No. Stop driving? No. Stop posting, stop telling the truth? No.
Bad guys have a lot of fronts open, too many. And more will open, still, as people read this post. And it’s just one of many posts.
"Down from the wall leapt Gimli with a fierce cry that echoed in the cliffs. ‘Khazad! Khazad!’ He soon had work enough.
‘Ai-oi!’ he shouted. ‘The orcs are behind the wall! Ai-oi! Come, Legolas! There are enough for us both. Khazad ai-menu!’
Gamling the old looked down from the Hornburg, hearing the great voice of the dwarf above all the tumult. ‘The Orcs are in the Deep!’ he cried. ‘Helm! Helm! Forth Helmingas!’ he shouted as he leapt down the stair from the Rock with many men of Westfold at his back.
Their onset was fierce and sudden, and the Orcs gave way before them. Ere long they were hemmed in in the narrows of the gorge, and all were slain or driven shrieking into the chasm of the Deep to fall before the guardians of the hidden caves."
J.R.R. Tolkien, from ‘The Two Towers’