They need to know about that guy, beloved to God, going through the worst, the most immense suffering, and saying, "Father, forgive them. They know not what they do."
Sunday, June 28, 2026
Well, I guess you got through that. Are you going to get better now?
Their negligence and their ignorance and their cruelty was real. Human beings really did suffer. Human beings really did want to leave the planet on account of how terrible other human beings could be to them. What does it mean to survive such things? Such awful, harsh lessons.
A human being needs a spiritual practice to get through what they have to get through.
It's like you're on the ground in the parking lot with your ankle hurting and scraped knees at night. Because you didn't see the pothole. But you're lucky cuz nobody's going to be mean to you. Actually a couple people are going to be nice and check on you. But the people you were supposed to trust became the most insufferable assholes instead of showing compassion when you were put in a vulnerable position. It's atrocious. It's like when there was a wounded chick and the other chicks would peck at it to try to kill at it. That's what people are like, sometimes. Why are human beings so terribly mean sometimes when it comes to seeing what others are going through? And even the people that you believed would never do something like that. They act that way. Why did you come to Earth to know that? Was that really f****** necessary? Patriarchal culture made people so much meaner than they needed to be.
Saturday, June 27, 2026
Things could get a lot better.
I can't smoke too much because that would be bad for me but I am smoking a cigarette with no tobacco in it and it feels great right now. I'm glad that I was delving into "The Cut Out Girl" again. I'm just trying to figure out what I'm supposed to be building. I have to try to make it more about love than fear.
Blowing smoke out of my mouth. It's so rich feeling.
It's the evening of needing to pick the path that's the best way to go, at least for tonight.
I had to figure out some more things. One of the things I was trying to figure out was if maybe people need to learn more about love within boundaries. Maybe disagreement is a clumsy way of trying to establish healthy boundaries. It could be? What if ppl are more hurt in seclusion, inside their minds? Memories of my stepfather telling me he thought I was a really laid-back person and he was surprised I had anxieties came back to me too. He was type A, he was controlling, blah blah blah. But he did like to socialize. He really did. I wasn't in the most social mood but I went out because I had an invite. I still had the weird physical issues going on but some good stuff happened while I was out. I met some people who are different. I met some moms. We had a pleasant time. I don't have kids, but it doesn't matter. But it couldn't stay out for long. I had to come back. My cat was so happy to see me when I came back! She's my joy! I felt a great relief to bring my kind of ailing body back and be around her again. Cat people are like this.
Aches on the left and right.⚕️
On the left hip: I wonder if it has to do with an ovary. On the right: probably the gallbladder.
And on top of everything else...
The reminder about the specially treated refugees and and Elon's drastically traumatized inner child.
"Air Afrikaans"
@mehilonet
https://youtube.com/watch?v=CYOIbXJTVIc&si=c9ahksgKB6js25pG
"A Look Inside the Welcome Bags Planned for White South African Refugees" - The New York Times
https://www.nytimes.com/2026/06/23/us/politics/south-africa-refugees-welcome-bags.html
Geez.
Making a salad! That's a hobby from the 1980s.
"Hobbies From The 1980s That Protected People's Mental Health"
The universe still has much funny timing.
I just got this book delivered with a poem about Detroit and Greektown in it. And I looked to see if it was online...
"The Body Opulent"
Alice Fulton
Poetry, Vol. 147, No. 6 (Mar., 1986), pp. 319-321 (3 pages)
https://www.jstor.org/stable/20600639
"Palladium" by Alice Fulton | Goodreads
This era is showcasing too much cruelty to women.
"In no world does forcing a woman..."
harlowsmusings
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DaGd0QVRi4G/?igsh=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
"Now you know"
isitroberta
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DZmIexguLbM/?igsh=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
My goodness, it's a lot to think about and also live through simultaneously.
When you've got that insurance that has the high deductible and you have to pay for everything, courtesy of the uncaring hedge fund bros that own the company. And by the way, what a waste of money on the part of the patient to pay for tests that won't help.
"Unhinged Things Part 4"
docstephaniemd
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DaF3rf_Rqid/?igsh=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
"What white girl skinny REALLY looks like #recovery"
@Prison_story_amanda
I recognize this.
"Linguistic misogyny is real."
ojiirot
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DaFuu4Xo1LD/?igsh=MTc4MmM1YmI2Ng==
"Viewing the Mulholland Drive Winkie’s Diner Scene Through the Lens of Knowing That David Lynch Once Climbed Into a Dumpster and Learned That Milkshakes Were Bad for Him" | by Ryan H. Walsh | Medium
Survivor stories! They vary.
Anyways, if you want to learn more about Lien's husband and Anne's other classmate, Theo, or Maurice, who invented the "Guess Who" game later on, this is an interesting book to read.
"We All Wore Stars: Memories of Anne Frank from Her Classmates by Theo Coster"| Goodreads
https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/11450811-we-all-wore-stars
Such a nice picture of them!
"Childhood loss and hope" – The Australian Jewish News
https://www.australianjewishnews.com/childhood-loss-and-hope/
My goodness, of course!
Lots of moms could have married better men and everybody knows it! Also, lots of moms could have picked better boyfriends, and everybody knows it.
And this is about Miepie, and her father...
"It is the case of Miepie Viskooper, a girl from Amsterdam, aged seven, that is the closest to Lien's. She is the subject of witness statements 146 to 148.
Witness 146 is Joanna Wigman, a barmaid in her mid-twenties who had taken the little girl into her care. On the night of November 15, 1943, Miepie was sleeping beside Johanna on a mattress. Then, at half past eleven, Johanna heard a break-in downstairs. She had just time to hide the child under the blankets before Evers and Den Breejen burst in. The policeman demanded to know if her name was Johanna Wigman and then began their search. All too quickly Miepie was discovered. Den Breejen is recorded in the statement as saying 'Here we have the Yid!' But then, as the men continued in search of other evidence, the little girl ran out.
Evers and Den Breejen were furious and, for her act of protection, Johanna Wigman was sent to the concentration camp at Vught.
Witness 147 is the owner of the adjoining cafe, Cornelius van Tooren. He himself had a daughter, called Jannetje, of Miepie's age. Evers and Den Breejen, he reports, had spent time searching the cafe before moving on to the neighboring flat. After they left, he kept watch in their absence, and then at around midnight Miepie ran into the bar. Evers came in right behind her, pointing his revolver, shouting, ' It's the choke hole for you' at the little girl.
'I've only come to say good-bye to Jannetje,' she replied.
The worst is witness 148. This is Miepie's father, a small-scale confectionary manufacturer in the big city, the same as Lien's. Like Lien, Miepie was an only daughter, and again, just like Lien's parents, the Viskoopers thought their child would be safe if she hid with non-Jews, so they sent her away. They themselves also went into hiding, but they were caught. At the awful moment of their arrest there was at least the feeling that, for their daughter, theirs had been the right choice.
But then, as the couple was held at Westerbork, the Dutch Transit camp for Auschwitz, Miepie was brought into her mother, under guard.
As I read this, I think of my own wife and children and imagine that unwanted reunion. I can see the smile of recognition on the face of the child.
The Viskoopers traveled together to Poland. Then, on arrival, Michel Viskooper watched as his wife and daughter were taken from him and driven away on a truck.
Michel, Miepie's father, was one of just 5,200 Dutch Jews who survived the death camps, but he returned to Holland alone."
(66 - 67).
"'The Cut Out Girl' by Bart van Es"
https://www.optionstheedge.com/topic/culture/cut-out-girl-bart-van-es-tells-story-war-and-family
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