Self Liberated from Slab City

     I was told it's worse out here in "Babylon". I was told repeatedly that I would not be able to find a ride out. 

     Took a bus to Brawley after testing my ability to ride a bus with all the 5G toxicity. It was brutal on every aspect of my being. 

      I approached a truck driver who agreed to give me a lift. His tweaker butt dropped me at the first stop where he was supposed to be meeting a woman. He left me there in Blythe having figured out he wasn't getting sex from me or the one he was supposed to meet. At least I had a good night's sleep off the cold ground where I had slept for 3 or 4 days 

      The bus never showed up to take me to Yuma in the morning. The ticket had already been purchased, cash only, and could not be refunded in Las Angeles where the last bus of the day ended it's route. 

     Thus stranded in Las Angeles, it's become quite the journey of attempted reunion with family, gaining more street smarts, and with sadness accepting Las Angeles could be my more expanded asoect's intended destination.

     Makes it more difficult for less comfortable energies to focus solely on me. Still not idealic. Reclaiming my "sanity". My subconscious and conscious held space so I could be coherent when the rest of the world around me frizzlesnitched. Now, each day I finer tune my conscious and subconscious with the various facets and dimensions exclusive to my identity. 

       Everything all at once, then inverted and repeated daily until that pendulum action of in and out slows and I am back to being a conscious channel without other intrusive consciousnesses.