Who are all these people that send out odd emails? I don’t mean the ones from Nigeria, or in my case Kenya, suggesting that you pose as the long lost relative of some poor departed soul, present yourself at the local bank, and instantly be issued with a cheque for millions of dollars. You then split this ill-gotten loot with the writer of said email, and head off into the sunset on your newly acquired yacht. But first, just send along your bank details, five hundred United States dollars, and a few hairs from the head of your first born son. Yes. That’s really going to happen! These are just good for a laugh.
A while ago, when I was still new to all this, and unbelievable as it is, even greener than I am now, I joined a newly created group, simply because I was asked to by about my fourth follower on Twitter. I was asked very nicely, and told that all support would be much appreciated. That’s me, that’s what I do. I like to help and support whenever I can. So of course I joined. It’s a stand-alone group, not on Facebook, apparently embracing the coming of the new age. This is good. I agree, a new age is on the way. But, while I am fascinated by the metaphysical, staunchly believe in guardian angels, being as good as you can, spiritual awakening, and all that, I also like to keep my feet more or less in contact with the ground, and not lash my personal beliefs around, or on others. It would probably be pointless anyway. I have so many character flaws, that most people wouldn’t believe me, and just laugh very rudely.
So, I had a squiz around said group, cringed a little at the names people had adopted for themselves, and read some posts. While a few of the articles were interesting, most made me cringe even further. As my friends know, I’m all for the love, but excessive amounts of goo, accompanied by serious superiority complexes just makes me ill. To my horror, my furtive peek was instantly noticed, and I was so warmly welcomed that I felt I had to at least say something nice. If people want to sloosh it up in the privacy of their own groups, that’s no skin off my nose. So I complimented the authors of those contributions that were hovering closest to old Mother Earth, and got the hell straight out of there. Then I forgot about it. As you do.
This morning, trawling through my sadly neglected spam box, I came across an email from this group’s founder. It certainly wasn’t angelic in any shape or form. It vitriolically slammed my character, plainly stated that I would never accomplish anything in life, and said that my entry into hell for all eternity was most assured. Why would anybody actually take time out of their life to sit down, and compose hate mail for so small a reason, to a person that they don’t know? Needless to say, I am now in a very bad mood. I suppose as well as all the friends we find in our cyber world, we have to expect to find nutcases and enemies too. What a shame. All I can say to these strange people is—. Well, no, I shall say nothing at all, and be off to kill some demons in Shadow People instead. That should do the trick, and I’ll be feeling the love in no time. Hopefully.
Till next time friends. xxx