1973 LAKE WALDENA FLORIDA

 1973 LAKE WALDENA FLORIDA

I rode my bike through the woods to find a small country store.  

It was the Summer of 1973.  My mom and my siblings and I altogether at camp Lake Waldena.  

We were moving away from my childhood home in Florida.  We would camp at the lake for the entire Summer.  Unlike the other families that spent their vacation time at the lake for a few days or a few weeks, we were actually living there until our Mom found a place to live in the town of Ocala.

We only had the red bike that we shared.  Since it was my bike , I rode it the most.

The only place to buy groceries was at a little country store about three miles away from the camp down a dirt road in the woods.

I could have gotten lost if I left the road.  The trees were very tall in the sky and there were many of them surrounding me.

I was eleven years old and unaware of dangers like animals, fires or the boogie man.  I loved riding down the dirt road always careful of bumps and large rocks and holes.  The forest was endless and a bit scary.

I finally found the store.  It was like Ike's store on the Walton's.

It had most of the groceries that I needed.   I carried them home in the basket that was attached to the front of the handlebars.

Living at the campsite in one tent altogether is not fun. We had sleeping bags and cots and it was very cramped.  There were seven of us total.  Six kids and our mom.

The lake was okay for swimming and my sister liked fishing more than swimming.  She caught some fish that we could cook and eat.  Back home, where we used to live, we never had any kind of fish other than fish sticks.  So actually cooking fish for the first time was a messy struggle to learn how to cook  and a new experience. 

Thunderstorms came and went often.  they were more scarier since our shelter was only mode of cloth and a zipper for a door.  Thunder and lightning hit very hard and loud for several days.

We were running out of food and we had to wait for the storms to pass then we could ride the bike down to the country store again.  My sister and brother went with me this time.  My sister rode the bike and my brother and I walked.

Our other siblings chose to stay at the camp with mom all the time to play and swim.  

When the rain stopped the weather was warm.  The ground dried quickly and the dirt road was muddy in some areas and hard and dry in other areas.

We couldn't  stay at the campsite longer than they allowed.  

School would start soon and we had to find a home to live in and it had to be big enough for the seven of us.

Our time at the camp was unique in a way that other families could not understand.  It was our survival when we needed it.  Visitors wondered why we were there so long.  My mom simply said we loved camping and wanted to enjoy the summer. 

We knew the real reason and I knew that mentioning the real reason would not be understandable and very complicate to explain or be believable.

In the next year and a half I would ride that same bike down an actual highway to the only 7-Eleven that I had heard of for the first time in my life, near the next tiny town we moved to.

How do I get my Blog noticed?

How do I get my Blog noticed?

I have heard about blogging for many years now, but I cannot get anyone to read mine.

Does blogging still exist? 

There was a time when the Internet did not exist and suddenly , poof!  Here it is.

I had to learn many things about it as well as everything about a computer.  It was a great struggle for me so I went to college to learn about computers.   

My children were in high school at the time so they already had a head start. they knew how to turn the computer on and began learning how to download.   I hadn't a clue what downloading was.  Then they talked about uploading.  Now , I was really confused.   Not to mention the catastrophy that would happen if I simply pushed the off button on the computer to turn it off.  

The Internet was the strangest thing in my mind.  What is this thing?  My son explained to me that it was something that connected everything and everybody to the world.  He too, was confused about some things like messaging.   Messaging was a new way of talking to anybody people did not know personally and sometimes they would "pop" up on the screen and say something and he would not know who the were or where they were at or from.   Messaging did not use real people's names so we never knew who we were talking to.  

Messaging over time got dangerous and old.   I used to message people all over the world and I found out that it was not a good thing to do.  

So, later I heard about Blogging.  What a word, Blogging!  I asked about it and most of the people I asked had no idea what it was.   I still do not know anything about it , but here I am doing it.   

I need to understand how to get people to read it and how to make it work for me and I do not want to pay for it.   I am not rich and therefore, I simply want to write a blog and hope it gets noticed because sometimes I have plenty to say and sometimes I have nothing to say.

I am an average person who has a job and nothing more to do except go home, eat and go to bed.   That is pretty average.

I have seen ads for How to Blog, buy my book, here is my website, and hey, none if it is free.  

I have  subjects I could write about.  

Today could be about the Pandemic of Covid-19 AKA Corona Virus.   Then at the same time , protests around the world about the killing of a man who is of color.   

A few days ago there was a 5.5 earthquake here in California.   Wow! that's a lot to talk about in the same month.   

Anyway, I hope that people read this and then I will know if Blogging actually works.

Cheers, until next time,

Heather 

DREAMS THAT REALLY DO COME TRUE

I just wrote about a mystery language.

I dream some things that come true and they are not related in any way to falling or flying or the sort of dreams someone retells to a shrink on a couch.

I dream sometimes about real things that will happen or have happened already in a short period of time.

I tell my dreams to other people and they brush me off by saying "Ok, whatever!"  I stop telling people about them mainly because I hardly know enough people to even talk to.

I can sometimes feel a certain feeling about a dream that I think may come true.  I hold on to the thought and think about it for a while.  I try to remember the dream and later when it comes true, someone may call it De Ja Vu.  I call it recalling what I dreamed when it is actually happening.

This is one example , now I may be called a liar, but I am not lying and this event did happen and the entire world found out about it. 

I was living with my husband and 2 children at the time and they were in their teens. They would understand what I was talking about and even my husband knew and did not care at all as I explained details of a dream I had very vividly and I explained that I had a huge feeling that this event would actually happen and in fact it did about 2 weeks after I dreamed it.

I could not tell anyone because I knew no one would believe me, and I was not able to stop the tragedy that was going to happen.

I actually saw in my dream a large, very rich high looking high school.  I say a large room like a cafeteria or a library.  The school was in a rural area far away from any big city.  I saw the children and the school and I saw 2 men in trench coats with rifles or very large guns.

They entered the large room and began shooting the students in it. 


Now it may seem as if I am making this up now, but in fact I am not.  I did not know at the time if this would really happen but I told my husband and sons that I believed this would really happen and I did not know where this school was or when it would happen.

Two weeks later, I was right.  The Columbine High School massacre took place and I could not stop it.  I knew ,but how could I tell anyone?  I did not know the when or where. 

My family did not care, so I dropped the subject. 

I still have dreams that happen to me personally.   I don't really discuss them because I find nobody cares and dismisses me.

Honestly, I need to get to know a few more people to talk to about such subjects.  I feel as though I am alone and real caring people are hard to find. No one will listen.

I hope someone reads this and does care and will listen.

MYSTERY LANGUAGE

To whomever will read this:

Last year 2017 around the beginning of September I was asleep dreaming about speaking another language.   When I woke up I could speak this language and I can still speak it today , November 18, 2018 .  I do not know where this language came from or what language it is.  My native language is American English, and after living in Thailand for some time, I am able to speak Thai. 

This language that I can speak today is not familiar and I do not know what I am saying at all.  I ask myself what I just said and I seem to be able to translate after the fact that I just spoke some words, but I cannot automatically know the spoken words.   

I played around with the new language and found that I am able to sing any song that I know in this language.   I am not making it up , I can say anything at all and not know what I am saying and I know that I am not confusing it with any language that I have heard before. 

My thoughts tell me that someone from another mysterious source gave me this language.  I do not believe in aliens or ghosts or other spirits , but I honestly do speak this language and I have told people about it.  They are simpleminded, they have no thoughts on this and have no answers.  They don't even care.  I mean I do not know many people and the ones that I do know are not worldly and have not been to many places and so they don't quite understand.

I am worldly and I do know and I do understand.  I need an experienced and intelligent person to discuss this with in hopes of finding answers.   I do not think God has anything to do with this, so I am not open to that suggestion.   Where did this come from?   Was I chosen for some reason to have this language?  What use is this to me?

I am looking for answers and I hope someone out there can help me find them.

I am not lying and I can prove it by speaking it out loud so anyone can know that I am not making it up.   I have tried to Google it and have not found anything.

I know many people will think I'm crazy , but I can prove them wrong.   I only hope to solve this mystery by figuring out where and why this happened.

This is Heather Pasaphunthu