Under the 41 olive trees

I don’t know how many days have passed. Actually, I am not counting. Half of my brain rejects and doesn’t accept your physical absence. Likewise for WD, even he thinks you have settled on an island and enjoy your days with drinking and beatiful ladies by listening good music far away from all people and extraterrestrials. And that’s why he thinks that someday you’ll send him mail to come to your side to that island. Of course, he thinks to go without telling me by running away from me.

I don’t know how many days have passed, but some things are half. You know, for example sometimes when you’re going to laugh, the edge of your lip wouldn’t curl up and you somehow refuse to laugh. You take a deep breath and wait for the second chance for joy. You can’t laugh long. This is something like this. This has been something like this for last months.

I’ve thought of writing a post about you, but I couldn’t. Because I know there is a fear that when I write, I will really accept your absence. Plus, already what can I write and what can I fit here, if I try to write from in all those years of good friendship? Nonsense. I will never write.

But I know that I don’t need to accept it. I do not intend to accept either. Because you will be with me as long as I breath and walk on this universe.

And someday I will be under those 41 olive trees in that far country, just as we talked about, and you will somehow be with me, with us again. Yes, I will probably drink a lot that day.:) Just like I will raise a glass on your every birthday, our precious earthling friend Dave.

Today is cold, Sojourner…

… I still could not accepted…

“The Parting Glass”

by Shaun Davey

“Forever In Your Debt”

With thanks to those who blew the wind,

And those who sailed the ship,

We sailed it tight against the tide,

And I shall be forever in your debt.

All the money that e’er I had

I spent it in good company

And all the harm I’ve ever done

Alas, it was to none but me

And all I’ve done for want of wit

To memory now, I can’t recall

So fill to me the parting glass

Good night and joy be to you all!

Fill to me the parting glass

And drink a health whate’er befalls

Then gently rise and softly call

Good night and joy be to you all!

Of all the comrades that e’er I had

They’re sorry for my going away

And all the sweethearts that e’er I had

They’d wish me one more day to stay.

Since it fell into my lot

that I should rise,and you should not

I’ll gently rise and softly call

Good night and joy be to you all!

But since it fell into my lot

That I should rise and you should not

I’ll gently rise and softly call

Good night and joy be to you all!

So fill to me the parting glass

And drink a health whate’er befalls

Then gently rise and softly call

Good night and joy be to you all!

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The New Abnormal

The friends of David Williams sadly announce his passing on February 20, 2021.

Followers of this blog will greatly miss his dedication to seeking out truth in times present and past. Going forward, he would have wanted us to continue to always ask questions and question answers.

Thank you Dave for your mission to help all of us to live the lives we were meant to live.

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WD has more important issues (Edited 16.12.2020)

Hi my dear beloved readers! This Monday, Migo will be operated. I think he finally decided to close this year with surgery. They did a pcr test to him on Friday before surgery. What can I expect from an alien who even has problems with a small test. The thing he told me was that he thought he was drowning when they have put that stick in his throat while tears came from his eyes.

And today he got the test result as negative. So he will be operated this Monday morning.

Anyway, I asked him how long it will take, he said about 2,5 hours. According his sayings they will cut him and remove something inside his body. Don’t know much details.

Anyway, I have more important issues. The rain is dropping heavy outside. I hope tomorrow my new lady dog friend aren’t afraid of rain when we meet. If she won’t come, my all dreams will fell down! I hope she will come, I will protect her from every single of rain drops! I will hug her by saying “Don’t afraid my darling, I am here!”

I will let you know how the things will develop between me and my new lady dog friend! Don’t worry my dear readers! This time I believe, she is the one!

EDIT 16.12.2020

According to rumors Migo at home right now. Doctor said to him “surgery went well and you are free to go home, also, you can continue to be trouble for WD again.” He probably tricked doctor too. Damn! For a while I try to ignore Migo and not see. Anyway, I could not meet my new lady dog friend last days. But I will be on it!

Everything is toxic, my friend

Last year, wow, what a year, it was! It is still not over, it will not be over yet easily. We are in the interim of a new era, my dear earthling friend NFR. It is painful. Of course, this painful situation is only for ordinary people, the bosses are in very good mood, and they even made incredible profits in this period.

This year has been a toxic year. The pollution on the planet seemed to fade at a time, but then it went back to its bad old days in short time. However, the toxicity I’m talking about is a brain toxicity. Humans act like they’re crazy. Logic is in the background. It used to be like that but now more so. And almost everyone lives their days behind a mask. Except for politicians. Since they always wear natural masks, they don’t see it necessary to wear a second mask anyway.

There was something I’ve wanted to do very, very much in this year, but I couldn’t. Maybe later.

Of course, there were other things I wanted to do, but things I couldn’t do.

For example, 14 years old boy who had to go to work instead go to school at his age, because of the ones who closed the schools under the name of quarantine, also because of this system; I’d like to support him holding by the arm of that boy who fell out of exhaustion and hunger on his way home from work and then died in the hospital. I’d like to say him “Hang on, these days will pass.”

For example, when a family, three siblings committed suicide together, because of financial difficulties, I thought I wish I had known them. I don’t know what I could do, but maybe even getting to know WD would have given them a life energy. Still I don’t know.

Maybe I would shown them that comment you wrote years ago, maybe they would give up on their decision, when they have read it; I don’t know.

I have never forgot your words, my dear friend… When I was most angry, or when I was sad, I never forgot. I tried to value it in my own way. You have contributed a lot to me as a friend, even if in a short time compared to human life.

Or, for example, when a good friend of mine was encircled by his government because of he tried to tell the truth by saying โ€œNo, that’s wrongโ€, when they blocked even his communication channels which he could breathe, I’ve wanted to reach out to him and pull him out of that country, – as if I have a giant hand which raises on the sky- but I couldn’t.

Yes I am an extarterrestrial, but you know I never had super powers like WD always wants. ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway, my dear friend, everything is so toxic.

We simply watch how deep this toxicity goes. Maybe when it hits bottom…

But despite all this, just like the poet said:

Wherever you are,

Inside, outside, at class, at work,

Walk on, come at the face of opportunist, mischief, traitor,

hangman.

Spit at their faces.

Resist with a book,

hang on with work,

with nail, with teeth,

with hope, with love, with dream…

Like the poet said, we on this lonely planet, we resist and hang on with all against the brutal capitalists!

And NFR, thank you again for adding value to my life with your existence on this planet.

Sleep under the lights my dear friend, rest in well…

ps: What NFR said was about life in one of my old posts. I didn’t add it here as a link, because if I did, it was going to seem that I directed you to rate that post. They were the promising words about life.

Longest hot summer, longing the yellowed-dirty towels, drill sound

-I don’t know how it all started, WD. We have been running around in hurry continuously for 9 months, do you realize?
-Aliens usually are in hurry, you are no exception, Migo!

-Migo, do you remember, red spots had appeared on the tips of your fingers in January?
-Yes, I remember my hands were always cold, while my body temperature was normal; but they didn’t itch. Two weeks later my hands recovered.
-At those days, a gum had attached to my hair, you had cut my hair on my leg by stating that you could not remove the gum. But as always I did not buy your words; it was just your jealousy of my beatiful hair! Predictable jealousy for a bald alien!
-No, it was spring, not winter, when the gum attached to your hair.
-It seemed to me we never had a spring, I just remember summer.
-Me too. Do you realize that we agreed on something for the first time, WD? It was still very hot until 5 days ago. Summer took almost 5 months, it was terrible!

-Why are you looking at me like that, WD?
-What did you do to me to agree with you Migo, you alien?
-Maybe it may be some my alien mind trick haha!
-Dam* you! I knew it!
-But we can’t really forget the winter, WD. Don’t you remember, in the early days of the curfew, we were sneaking out in the rain to avoid getting caught not to pay fine. It wasn’t last long luckly, they’ve realized the mistake.
-Oh yes, Migo, those were the days when you wandered around with me watching your back like a paranoid. A paranoid-like alien is unbearable!
-Like you watched your back when you saw that dog that looks like the big bad wolf in your terms, WD?
-It is a topic among dogs, I don’t think it concerns you.
-That’s why we changed our way whenever you smelled him. If you had said that it didn’t concern me, then I wouldn’t have broken my normal routine for you.
-But when the veins in your hands were swollen, I agreed with you to put the leash on your arm, Migo.
-This was the penalty goal WD.
-Remember, you forced me to say this, Migo!
-Yes, you’re right, you always supported me when the veins in my hands even in the palms were swollen, when I had tests in hospitals for the cause about during two months.
-You were about to turn into a Hulk, of course I have concerned and supported to your original form! I could not deal with an alien like Hulk!

-So not every alien turns into Hulk, haha!
-Yeah right, what is left for me is still an unbearable alien!
-Don’t be sulky, WD, at least this period you have cleaner towels anymore.
-You do this on purpose, don’t you, Migo!
-What?
-You know I never like towels that smell clean, emollient. My towels were always yellowed. I miss them! Even, I have been longing them! But you say this like you don’t know it!
-Really you do not like clean towels? I did not know that.
-Of course you knew that, I have told you hundred times, even, millions times!
-I could forget, WD. In last six weeks you know there has been a house renovation upstairs. It’s like they’re building a small palace, it’s still not finished. The sound of the drill overwhelmed me plus with heat of summer, just like you. I may not remember some things.

-And plus lack of b12 vitamin. But Migo, you are doing your best to mess up your body form! One and a half months ago, a parcel full of pots had fallen on your feet. Your nail had been broken.
-You too WD, you were poisoned by something you secretly ate on the street and we were sleepless for two days.
-Are we comparing our war scars, Migo? Right now, I feel like a victim of a crashed plane for a moment! We really lived through these in the last 9 months, haven’t we?
-Of course, even there was more. But, you’re right. We will try to get out of this new normal and return to our normal now.
-I am not sure of it, Migo, lets say I accepted. Already my beloved readers missed me, like I missed them too!
-I don’t think anyone missed you so much you during this period, WD.
-Not everyone same as you, alien!
-You are right.;)

Hi again, to every one of our earthing friends.:)

Those days…

Again one year passed. Days seem so quick, my dear earthling friend NFR. In fact, while in the day, especially as if some days do not pass quickly, I think this is psychological. Collectively, when the years go by, you realize that many thing is empty on this planet. There is no big difference actually between those days when your physical presence was here and these days. Just like in years when we will not be in here. Same order. Of course, some things still surprise me. I think this is about my extra-terrestrial situation.:)

In the Middle East, the cards redeal for the thousandth time. The poor are more poorer. The rich are more richer. Natural wealth has diminished. The distinction between people is the abyss. What surprised me the most was the hatred and anger of people in the last few months; the collective hatred of the lonely masses. I know you’re not familiar with “hate” word my dear friend. You’re a person who loved and respected all living things without discrimination, even the extraterrestrials. I thought I saw all kinds of racism on this planet, dear NFR. But I was wrong.

The kind of repressed racism was much worse. I have seen. And those racists call themselves socialists-communists. Yes, they do. Like Lenin said, they are “useful idiots”, they don’t even know what they did. The racism of literate leftists was worse than the ignorant rightists, I felt this to my bones. I shuddered from fear for the future of this planet and for myself, when seeing them.

You were always worried about the future of this planet, dear NFR. I was not like you, you know. I think I just notice. And now I think you’re in a better place…

Those days were the days I always tried to tell or explain some things to people, you know. Happy and hopefull. But I do not have the second one anymore, so I don’t have “hope”. I am seeing I was wrong, when I said everytime, “there is hope my friend.” No, there is not hope my dear friend. I see now.

I’m not trying to tell anyone anything anymore. The arrogant truths of people are indestructible in the face of the real facts; now I know this. I am not saying “this is like that not the way you know” anymore. Because nobody cares about the facts. Already some facts are so unbelievable than the stories that people believe in more.

Anyway, we missed you my dear earthling friend. I am sorry, this time it was kind of relief letter. I am sorry for this. And WD says hi to you. He is anymore getting old. But you know him, he never accepts he gets old anymore. He is still most handsome and intelligence dog on this planet, you know him.;)

Wherever you are, I hope the lights would always shine on you, my dear earthling friend. Forever!

 

Happy 5th anniversary!

Itโ€™s been 5 years from the day when we started blogging my earthling friends. Here we are again with our traditional anniversary post. But today, with a different, I am giving the keyboard to WD right now. ๐Ÿ™‚

Finally Migo! So my dear, beloved readers, my all friends! You know this alien Migo never gave me the opportunity for my fame! And he has always interrupted the relation between you and me! My all dreams has gone! I waited and waited soooo long. Okay sometimes I have written some but it was not enough, I always knew that you wanted to talk with me, not with him! The most handsome, intelligence and brave dog; who doesn’t want to talk with me! Even myself sometimes I cannot understand how I am so much full earthling dog, even envy myself. I hope that lady dog who stepped my foot yesterday, is reading this right now. If you are reading this my darling, I am here, find me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

And all my beloved readers and friends, if right now Migo would have written this anniversary post, probably he was going to mention his sinusitis or the other problems. If you don’t belive me you can check the other anniversary posts before! Almost all same! How boring he is! Luckly this year we have the opportunity finally!

-This year luckly I am not sick or have any sinus problem WD.
-What! Where did you come from! I will not give you keyboard back Migo, buzz off!
-Okay don’t give me, but this should be anniversary post, not your complaning and boasting post.
-I am just telling truths, not more not less.
-I am sure you do, but look WD that tabby cat is again out there.
-Really where!

WD ran away, my earthling friends; as you can guess. ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Happy 5th anniversary with you all, my Earthling friends!

This morning

Again an another year… Today NFR, we, WD and I went out very early hours. We visited three parks(yes, WD could not find his friends and we were searching for them:)) and went to shore. It has been very good for starting the sunday. Normally days pass with rush, and plenty of empty daily business. I will not talk about world politics and etc. These all sucks already, you know. In last week I had an excitement and little bit anger. I do not know why. I was feeling like in this song. ๐Ÿ™‚

But today’s morning, all has gone. I am so much relax anymore. After the morning I realized that today was the day your body left this planet; I felt little bit sad, but much more happy due to I knew you. Like Sojourner and I am sure like many other friends of you. Anyway, my dear earthling friend. I hope you are fine wherever you are; and do not forget, you are always being remembered!

An another year

An another year has passed again NFR, you were not physically on the earth.ย  We talked about you some times, I and Sojourner, and say into that conversations always, “if he was here, some things would have been different.”

This is such a great thing about friendship that you made in a short time( I only knew you during a year). We missed you, WD and I missed your conversations, and WD always says “he had a light that can see the opportunities in my future kingdom.” ๐Ÿ™‚

Sojourner and I are against all ants side by side anymore! He has been my earthling comrade. And I’d wish you were being in here, while sojourner made that jokes about the ants which was the reason of my first sentence; you would have definitelly laughed too much. Who knows, maybe you have read what he wrote, and joined to our laughing in a place where you are in right now.;)

And Ars, she is still one of brilliant young of the earthlings. She is writing more poems, and actually I miss her pictures. Maybe she doesn’t have too much time to paint anymore. I don’t know. But she seems fine, and she is very smart as always.

I don’t want to talk about the world situation to you. It is going to sh*t as never before. Already you can predict this. And there is no need to talk about it right now.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter whereever you are in, my dear Earthling friend NFR, you are always remembered as very good friend, and good people. Just know this, and don’t forget.

 

 

 

 

One year

Tonight, I will watch again Chappie to memory of NFR, after one year passed over his body left this planet. I know he liked this movie as much as WD likes. WD likes this movie because he admired Chappie’s gangster style behaviour. Already WD complains still and says to me:
“if I had met the Chappie before you alien, I would have been with cool and gangster Chappie.”

But, NFR was thinking Chappie could be a leader of the robot revolution, with this way Chappie could help the people. I am thinking the same with NFR.

On the other side, I am wondering that if there would have been a tech like in the Chappie movie, and the person’s conscious could be transmitted to a robot brain, what would be the result. The people would miss more less the lost ones? I don’t know.

Only thing I know about death, “the people are dead in real, if the others would forget them.” Does it make difference the conscious is in robot brain or human brain to forget or not to forget?

Already NFR, my dear Earthling friend, you are not a human being who can be forgetten easily…

-NFR was liking my posts and my conversations more than yours Migo!
-Really WD?
-Of course! And I had good bond with him. We are Earthlings Migo, you can’t understand our solidarity. But ok, he was acting nice to you, but this was just for the hospitality… And I’ve missed NFR too…

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Also, if you want to read News for the Revolution, so NFR’s blog page, here it is:

https://newsfortherevolution.wordpress.com/