THE STORY OF FOREVER AND EVER

  THE STORY OF FOREVER❤️

Good morning, dear friends,

Wherever you are, I hope the sun is shining overhead, encouraging you ready yourself to engage with the heroic act of disempowering modern day pirates, who have stolen the identity of a dear friend of mine on the dark web, igniting her need to regain control over the privacy of her personal sense of safety.  My friend, knowing my musings are meant to quell my fear and frustration at every interaction we encounter with the dark side of human nature, which leaves us feeling helpless to counter these attacks without devoting precious time and energy, better spent enjoying loved ones, being that reality begs us to grow ever more aware of this fact—the more candles, lighting our cakes, the shorter the sweet spots of life get, so it’s best to excite the bright side of life whenever possible, even if a few rules must be bent to freely breathe life into our passionate nature in ways never experienced before, suggesting that cyber pirates steal away much more than our identities—they rob us of precious time  ... 

Though fear of being stalked from cyberspace has caused all of us to grow so cautious as to continually look over our shoulders, bad guys, getting away with crimes against humanity, have grown ever more blatantly  prevalent, during these past several decades, but nothing has exacerbated our frustrations as significantly as these past four years, and though the threatening, ghostlike presence of Evil stalking us, everywhere we go, won’t change for the better with Biden at the helm, here is what will change once trump has run out of time to do the best of his worst:  rather than freely encouraging such malignant behavior to grow ever more boldly expansive from the top, the marshal we’ve most recently elected to wear the badge of courage has honorably pledged to head the posse that’s raring to drive the bad guys, many recently pardoned, out of Dodge City, also known as D.C. m

(I finally have a glimmer of an idea as to where my passion for writing comes from—this is my defense system’s intuitive ploy to mine the subconscious portion of my mind for proactive ways to consciously transform repressed fear of loss of control into the happy endings I crave by casting myself—as well as you, too—into heroes, who win over evil by plotting out how to summon the bad guys to emerge from the dark side, thus clearly challenging the good guys to lasso our host of creative strengths, empowering your intelligence and mine to ready ourselves to stand the test of meeting Evil, glaring straight at us forcing us to confront a face off in the middle of the street, townies gathering round, cheering aloud, once the good guys, feeling self empowered, draw so quickly that, struck by lightening, the bad guys, groveling on the ground, are seen sniveling, begging for mercy, guns still holstered as GOOD wins over evil, yet again, at which time, the sleuth 🕵️‍♂️, wearing the bright shiny 🌟 of justice, gathers her beloved into a heartfelt embrace before both turn to face the most glorious sunset where, personal safety restored for all concerned, free both to saunter off, arm in arm, into a future so rosy that both feel as liberated as a pair of larks, spirits, uncared, soaring overhead, until the pair, landing in a warm, safe, sunny spot, choose to dwell where the winds of winter and blood suckers of the Internet🧛🏼‍♀️ can never darken their lives, again.  And with the graceful drop of the curtain, you and I leave the theater, hearts entertwined, feeling deeply reassured that the stars of our production, having developed the super powers necessary to win control over the dark side of life, are bound to live happily ever after as is true of their deeply loved spouses, children, grandkids, descendants and the families of everyone we love...

                                 THE END

And now, with today’s intuitive train of thought providing my mind with a peaceful rest station, at last, I’ll arise to embrace yet another day in quarantine, as hopefully, so will the heroic side of you, which like me, will choose to go about my current life, as safely masked as was The Lone Ranger, which in truth, describes us, one and all, excepting for those who choose to ride shotgun alongside of the masked law man, who brought to justice the bad guys who defied laws set in place to save the people from ruin as must become true throughout the USA, right now, suggesting that every Lone Ranger is in need of a trusted friend as personified by Tonto (Batman and Robin, Butch and Sundance, Abbot and Castello, Gleason and Carney, Caesar and Coco, Deano and Jerry, Rowan and Martin, Belushi and Akroyd, and Annie. Laurie, Curly and Will Parker proved to be, over the long run of the life they chose to share except for times when an overwhelming conundrum interfered for a spell, as happened each time Tommy Smothers, smoldering at his brother, Dick, couldn’t help but slice through their folk song’s duet by shouting out loud—Mom loved you better than me!  You got a dog!  I got a chicken!

Last year, several friends of my friend were scammed, and earlier this year, so was a member of my extended family, and to his misfortune, hundreds of dollars were gone in a flash; then afterward, believe it or not, he actually spoke with the scammer who, calling from a foreign land, heckled him so despicably that my relative was left fuming, holding the phone, feeling more furiously frustrated by the outrageously odious nature of that turn of events than by the fact that he’d been robbed!  The truth being more astounding than fiction, yet again!

Bottom line—no matter the story, happy endings are alway invested with humility, courage, love, honor, truth and mutual respect winning out over the dark side of human nature before a story reaches THE END ...

Written with love,

🙋🏻‍♀️Annie