The Turning Point May Have Finally Come

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Hopefully the above link works.  Sitting at my desk doing the usual attempt to solve the worlds problems or just my own from my cluttered desk.  Had thought earlier today about trying to put something legible, logical and worth reading on paper (you know what I mean).  I was flipping through facebook and was amazed to see the above post.  Most people would never have given it a second thought I am sure.  There it was, Lemmy died, not a close friend.  Not even someone I really followed in music.  I was in the car I'm pretty sure, this morning going to get soda and smokes.  Nothing in particular on my mind or on the radio.  Certainly not Motorhead.  But "lemmy" was the word that popped into my head.  I had cocked my head sideways as I often do while talking to myself.  It rang through again and I then shrugged it off.  This morning was technically 3am on 12/29 and it seems he passed on 12/28.  More clearly than most messages of the past, I am now just thinking "he wasn't close to me, so of course I wouldn't have "felt" him passing.  However it may be (I hope) a sign of what I am capable of knowing (spiritually speaking)."  I am not even close to being ready to knowing why I "know" things, usually people dying, but I am thrilled to be blessed with the ability.  I think.  "It" is much more calm now, the knowledge, than all the years up to now which is refreshing.  It was emotionally draining, in hindsight, each time I was hit with a feeling, or thought, or (hoping to come up with the words to easily express the experience) whatever "it" is. 

So there, this blog is nearly as "public" as I am capable of making it.  Ok, well I haven't made it accessible from google, but I hate google and the way it is setup to share.  Seems like a whole new facebook that also invades my email and I am not ready for sharing that much. lol.  But my fight with technology is probably a whole other blog.  I am ok with teaching myself how to do most things but explaining it to others will require a whole other degree I am too old to achieve.  So for now you are safe.  

More to come soon.  Not sure if I need so badly to put it all to print for me?  So I can find the "someone" who has the answers I need?  Mostly have always needed a purpose.  A special purpose would be cool.  I don't need to stand out too much, but have always thought it would be cool to be the psychic who could help solve crimes, locate lost kids, find buried treasure that no one else could and to help people talk to people who have passed away if it is possible.  We'll see.  I mostly hope it all won't just disappear from me one day.  I also never anticipated the ability may come in handy to solve my dad and his wife's murders.  It damn near made me a suspect, which was scary, glad my lot in life was not a prison sentence for knowing the details of a crime that I should not know.

Here's a little ditty....

This is the closest I have ever come to writing a "song", "poem", whatever.  For the husband of a wonderful woman and close friend.  She died on Christmas 2014.  He reposted on facebook and didn't think enough of me to give me credit for writing it, so I am, because I wrote it.  Period.  Sticking up for myself this much is actually a big deal for me.  I had always forgiven people who never asked to be.  Was understanding of those who were rude, lied, stole, cheated, when they didn't want to be understood.  I treated people like I would want to be treated, which I understand now, that no one seems to care about the things I do.
Anyway,  food needs to be cooked and the kids who aren't supposed to be talking, can be heard through a few walls and doors and Five Finger Death Punch, so I will be back with more for sure later.

Here's to you Julie Booley Bear.  Rock on on the other side and hold me and my girls close when you see us flailing or falling lol.  Love you.

Dave Ochoa with Brutal Julie Lovelace-Ochoa.
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she comes to me in my sweet dreams, it's not enough i need to be---in the arms of my angel. to smell her hair and feel her there, it was heaven on earth. i'd give it all away just to be---in the arms of my angel.
She's a myth, mysterious and magical. She's more to me than eyes can see. She's far away yet here with me. She's all I ever needed-now a fantasy. I'd take my life so I could be......In the arms of my angel, been thru heaven and hell, in the arms of my angel. move heaven and earth, to be in the arms of my angel. Dear God this hurts-please set me free- to be, in the arms of my angel.  - tami.j.t 2015