In that same general ball park, a reply to yesterday's post from a Facebook friend, who has told me in the past that he has had experiences with realms beyond the human realm:
Moving laterally ...
Yesterday brought a phone call from a bail bond company in Gainesville, Georgia, asking if I am the Sloan Bashinsky who knows Brenda Garcia in Gainesville?
Well, Brenda's in the Hall County jail, charged with a meth offense. She asked us to call you to see if you can bail her out. That will cost $120, and someone will have to be surety for the rest of it.
I said I am not in financial position to do it. Meth is not something I can imagine Brenda would use. And she has no money to buy it, if she wanted to use it. Do you know any details of her arrest?
Several years ago, I got a similar call from a bail bond company in Gainesville, when Brenda had a car and gave a neighbor man a ride to a convenience store to meet friends of his, and when they arrived, the Georgia DEA was waiting and arrested them both and his friends for drug offenses. The friend told the officers that Brenda had nothing to do with it, but the they took her to jail anyway. I learned of it from the father of a woman inmate who had become friends with Brenda in the jail. The father emailed me what had happened and Brenda's side of it.
I made that bond, which cost me over $3,000 cash, as I recall, and went on the line as surety for the rest of the bail. I did not think Brenda was guilty, because I had no reason to believe she was trafficking in drugs, and because I'd had a dream I did not understand some weeks prior, telling me Brenda had gotten anew "cell". I thought it meant new cell phone, and that was why I was not able to call her. But it meant jail cell. Too obtuse for me to puzzle out.
Brenda was assigned a public defender and eventually the state attorney dismissed the charges based on the statement of the fellow Brenda had given the ride, and on Brenda's statement that was all she had done. Although I thought the state DEA and the state attorney should have been required to reimburse Brenda's bail to me, since she had not done anything wrong, in some places a lawyer would have sued for wrongful arrest and imprisonment, I advised Brenda to just move on.
Yesterday, though, I had not heard Brenda's side and didn't know how I would hear her side, so I called Hoodoo Witch and told her what had happened, and that I had cell phone calls dating back to July 23 from an unidentified caller, which I had not answered because either I did not hear the phone ring or I had the ringer turned off. I now figured those were collect calls from Brenda on the jail's telephone. I asked Hoodoo Witch to be on the lookout for advice from the heaven-sent attorney, who came to her about a week ago now, telling her from his law office in the sky how I needed to frame my response to the lawsuit filed against me in Birmingham. I was getting onto the lower keys shuttle bus and had to end the conversation.
Hoodoo Witch text'd back that the heaven-sent lawyer was talking to her about Brenda and for me to call her when I could. I called Hoodoo Witch back when the bus stopped for a break, and she said the lawyer said for me to leave Brenda in the jail where she will get help she needs: medical help, counseling, assistance with finding housing.
I replied that I had not thought of that, but it had occurred to me that Brenda is safe in jail. The family in whose homes she has been living for some time are not good people. They are lawbreakers. They use drugs, and deal, too, Brenda had told me. Maybe they got Brenda on meth, but I can't imagine her using it. Brenda has no money, maybe she was trying to sell meth to make money. Yet the bail is so low compared to the earlier time she was jailed on drug charges, that I can't imagine it's a meth trafficking charge. Whatever, Brenda kept telling me she needed a new place to live, and the jail is better than where she was living. She's safe in the jail, and that's where I'm going to leave her and let Georgia look after her.
Brenda is pretty tuned in to spirit realms. She sees and hears things other people don't hear and see. She dreams all the time, when she sleeps. I hoped she already had figured out, or may already have been told by an angel, that she is better off in jail, than being bailed out. I can't imagine the angels, who introduced Brenda and me to each other in a highly unlikely way back in early 2005, will not look after and talk with her while she is in jail. I know from other dreams I've had recently, that I'm not supposed to help Brenda financially at this time. Perhaps never.
Hoodoo Witch said the heaven-sent lawyer just then told her that Brenda has an alias.
I said, well, Brenda has gone by Brenda Garcia, because she had married a Mexican man before she and I met after they were divorced. And she has gone by her birth name, Brenda Miller. But I imagine the heaven-sent lawyer probably means there is a side to Brenda, another personality, I don't know about. Actually, I have seen she has more than one personality, but not one that uses or traffics in meth. Which might be the heaven-sent lawyers'message.
Regardless, I told Hoodoo Witch, I'm not going to help Brenda. It won't be good for me to do that, and it won't be good for her if I do it.
Moving to the local community front, in today's Key West Citizen is a real sho nuff howler if you have any funny bone left in you. Kinda reminds me of the shape-shifting and double-shuffling coming daily out of the Great White House in Washington, D.C.
Letter draws differing opinionsBelow is a photo of Fort Zach. Imagine 10,000 people in it. Seems all someone has to do is say something will bring money to Key West businesses, and that's sufficient justification. Good for Mayor Cates saying he can't support it. A Fort Zach ranger told me all the park rangers are against it. Too bad it has even gotten this far. But then, right, the promoter, I was told by the park ranger, started with Governor Rick Scott's office, and, I will add here, being the mega-millionaire right-wing mammon-loving Republican Christian he is, and Fort Zach isn't near his back yard, so it's a super idea for him to bless, as if he is God Almighty.
A Vietnam combat vet friend, who still suffers horrible flashback dreams, was in two of my dreams last night. He told me in one dream that he didn't want me to be homeless anymore, and in another dream he told me my bicycle would not do me any good today. I woke up thinking maybe I was not supposed to write about homeless stuff today.
In a later dream, I was wandering around in Naja and Arnaud Girard's neighborhood in Key West, looking for something. They publish Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com) online every Friday. The blue paper was not published yesterday. The blue paper's email blast notice that it was up and online came at 3:45 a.m. this morning.
Two blue paper items yanked my heart strings.
Back to nature ...
Wisteria Island, left,
Sunset Key, right,
Key West, background
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