Today Is Monday, August 4, 2025: This Is What Happened

 

Yesterday, the 3^rd of August. Murphy and I went for a drive up on Burton. It a mountain on the Selkirk range. West of us. The road was sure rough. A little sore from all the bumps. I had plan to take my sketch book. Like the majority of the time. I forget something. This time it was a pencil. I looked though the pick up to find one. No luck. So I thought I would share some photos on the adventure of Burton. I have wonder about things left over in a bond or campfire. Why would someone in middle of mountain put in a muffler to burn.

We're waiting for package to be drop off. Sawyer pick up broke down here last time he was up from Oregon. Well it's the transfer case. He planning to come back up in middle of this month. I will be glad to see him, as always.

Let see what are three things I did this morning. Took a shower, exercised, and took a shower. Now for three things I might do. Well in all odds I will do them. Take out kitchen garbage, read, and do some prep work before I mow the lawn tomorrow.

As for non chores. Like family history, creativity, and etc. I don't have routine and I don't do them on daily thing. I now don't blog daily. Yesterday I was on Chat Gpt, and wrote something and ask which Dark Shadow characters does this writing matches up with. Well I had two. But the one I like to share is QUENTIN COLLINS and Angelique Bouchard.

Writing Prompt: The Ghost in the Mirror – A Conversation with Quentin Collins

Prompt:
Your character walks through a strange house and finds someone waiting in a forgotten room — not quite alive, not quite dead. He introduces himself as Quentin Collins. He says he knows what it’s like to be haunted by your own past more than any curse.

Write the scene that follows.
What does your character confess?
What advice does Quentin offer them that no one else ever has?

Blurb for Your Blog (To Introduce or Link the Prompt)

Lately, I’ve been journaling through characters and archetypes — blending tarot, memory, and literary figures to better understand myself. One entry led me to imagine a quiet, powerful meeting between Dora (a version of myself) and Quentin Collins from Dark Shadows.

This prompt came out of that moment — a space for anyone else who feels like they’ve been “paying” for mistakes long past. Maybe you’ll meet Quentin too.

 

I really didn't know how to face the person in the mirror, and we all have our Quentin that just won't let us go. Maybe there some reason Quentin hangs around. Everyone that count for anything had forgave us. Those who refuse has pass and lives in spirit world. Those who walks among us who refuse to let go. Might have there reason. In my world I want to know why they can't let go or refuse to. Is it a form of control? Control the free will. So my question is why we are poses by our past. And who is blame for it. Let look at the birth of Jesus for a minute. Could they made up the story of him being born to an Virgin. Let look at this bible verse for second. Deuteronomy 23:2 (KJV)
"A bastard shall not enter into the congregation of the Lord; even to his tenth generation shall he not enter into the congregation of the Lord.", Wisdom of Solomon 3:16 (NRSVCE)

“But children of adulterers will not come to maturity, and the offspring of an unlawful union will perish.”

And Wisdom of Solomon 4:3–6 (NRSVCE)

“But the prolific brood of the ungodly will be of no use, and none of their illegitimate seedlings will strike a deep root or take firm hold.

If the story of being born to a virgin what would've actually happen if people knew the truth. It strong possible one of my great grandfather was born a bastard. For 4 generation we been told a cover up story. He took his old maid aunt name. 

 

If we don't understand past history we will repeat it. And refuse to look at it from all views. We're doom to repeat and it will like an leg iron with heavy weight we drag. But I honestly think we do have the key to our own free will. But where do we store our belongings. That we can meet them on our own terms. I have a storage area to place my possessions, a make believe safety deposit box. Even my possessions is place in my art journal. Not all possession one can hold in there hand.  I should open these on my term. But I don't. 

Coffee is on.