i can talk

cantutalk.jpgThe episode is “Grace”, where Sam awakens to find the crew of the Prometheus missing right after aliens have attacked. (Sci-fi’s Stargate 2004) “You’re me talking to me?” Sam says, as she finds herself talking to Daniel who she thinks she sees (but he is really just in her head) while we (the viewers) see Daniel and herperfect-2-29.jpg talking (about 10:23 am as I was watching). Tilke comes to her next and says, “Everything is not as it seems…maybe you are the one who is not here”, also saying she may be on the alien ship, with the aliens probing her mind. Sooner or later a little girl’s bubbles help Sam to get back to where she belongs. She makes a deal with the aliens and the crew is returned, a hyperspace bubble is created and the aliens keep their end of the bargain. Hard to tell (on the show of course) what was real and what was just a figment of her imagination. Love that Sci-fi, don’t you? Stargate has been a long-time favorite.

Yes, the beau is sleeping and I could’ve changed the channel, but I don’t. That happens a lot around here, but the TV is always on a channel I can use. What is the channel you get? “Sam” was having a hard time focusing, and the people she knows kept popping into her head, to help her. I made it to the next comic, where Monty says, “That might explain why you can’t pick it up in one piece…” Of course, why didn’t I think of that, lol. Well, that IS what my life is like, so some extent. I let Peanut (the Chihuahua) out a few minutes, come back and I check one more comic strip, Peanuts. I still have not made it to comics.com yet.

The next Stargate show comes on, and I hear, “We need to talk.” That’s where I started this post, with that picture (can’t we talk) at the top of the post. I put part of the next cartoon in the post, where the guy says, “Perfect! I’m glad you two worked it out”, because it goes with the Sam thing, and knowing the day will be one long conversation. Well, as many posts as it takes, though this does build on the last one, I will get through the comics.

“Has any progress been made?” I hear on the TV. “Very little I’m afraid”, another character says.

Time to publish another one.

Duh…

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A friend told me I should blog here. I use Cosmic Bubbles to make a connection between an inner and outer world, where comics anagram to a functional place in my life. I write in nexus form, (at least that is what I call it) because one thing builds on another generally. I am led to use my senses in ways most people might not, because I am aware of a natural presence, I guess I should say. I talk to God, Jesus, ET, the Big Guy, "them." Some may now say, OK, let's move on, find another blog, this woman is just nuts (something I may have said a few years back myself). But you might not...you might just find something else a little eerie, a little fun, spooky maybe in an Einsteinian way. Tying anagrams to daily life or a continuing series of concepts may just give you another perspective, allowing you to become a bit more aware of yourself in the scheme of things. It is always better to go back a few posts because one post alone doesn't really tell you what is going on here. What does go on is a connection, where sometimes I write a thought and I hear something on TV to clarify the thought I just had. Yes, I believe thoughts are real things, they manifest in ways I did not know about until the past couple of years. I used concrete examples, documenting as best I can as things occur, so people can see the synchronicity of the moment, the coincidence as it were, if you believe things are so random. Well, I believe all things are possible, and I show that every day in some small way.