Spring is poking her head above the earth.
First of all mysterious flora and fauna.
And more normal Spring flowers.
I made another journey to my Haunted House today. Doing a bit at a time. I’ve known for a few years that my memories maybe scrambled. In this lifetime, the house has at least four sets of memories. It also contains past lifetimes one of which is so painful it’s almost impossible to bear. Man’s inhumanity to man and woman. Also woman’s inhumanity to woman and man.
The Summer House.
I can’t resist an open door. This took some reaching through the brambles.
And very peculiar lamp posts.
A few years ago I got a message from Miss Terry saying my memories, which the scrambled memories seem to confirm, are slated and probably not only my memories. If the scrambled memories are a metaphysical quantum oddity inside reality that would be OK, if weird to deal with, but the pic implies there is someone or something which is manipulating reality for its own purposes which IMO is to keep the guilt and fear based 3D reality going.