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AmalieAnne July 19th, 2017

Not sure who will read it or if anyone wants to, so I guess it is for me. I can put things here when I need to and if you are reading this remember it is just the ramblings of me. So I will put things here and it will not get in anyone elses way.

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AmalieAnne OP July 20th, 2020

I hate Covid-19 and everything about it, hopefully it will go away soon!

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intelligentWheel627 July 20th, 2020

@AmalieAnne I love your drawings! 😍

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AmalieAnne OP July 21st, 2020

@intelligentWheel627 thank you

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AmalieAnne OP July 22nd, 2020

Sophia [Instalment Six]
Sophia burst into life as water was expelled from her lungs, like an old car finally starting, after many attempts to get the engine working. While she was still coughing, she turned her head to one side, which helped a little with breathing, it was then she felt the damp sand. It was a warm day and while she could feel the warmth, it was far from overwhelming, the humidity was a different story it was more oppressive. As Sophia regained her strength she sat up, in front of her was the ocean, behind her were jungles and mountains, but nothing to even suggest the slightest hint of human civilization. A moment of panic seized her, as she discovered that her precious field notes were not to be seen anywhere. Sophia was an explorer of sorts, perhaps not so much as defined in the previous centuries, going into the wildness and fighting with wild beasts rather, she collected notes on the cultures of small, partly indigenous groups in Australia and South America. She stood up to face the wilderness and perhaps even the wild beasts with absolutely no desire to be that kind of explorer. Humans were different & more often than not, would refrain from eating you, with a few noticeable exceptions of course. She stood there not quite knowing what the right thing was to do, should she stay on the beach in hope of rescue or try to find water, maybe some firewood. It was then she thought to herself that she had no idea how to start a fire. That would be a skill an explorer in earlier centuries would have acquired as a child.

‘Right she thought to herself, in all the books she read in such situations, she really needed to find fresh water and find it quickly. She approached then entered the tropical jungle, it felt like that the air got heavier and it became a lot darker under the canopy of the trees. The noises freaked her out, insects are mean things and she recalled that they could be a source of food. She really wished that she did not remember that! She did not hear any beasts but jaguars live in these environments, which is a good thing, they are after all just big cats so nothing to be scared of other than their ability to stalk her like prey and attack without much warning! The walking was tough going but thankfully she boarded the plane with very practical shoes, at least she had that as a reassuring thought in her head. After what felt like hours, she could no longer see the beach, but still she was not really sure where she was heading. Sophia came to the conclusion that at the base of the mountains would be a good place to find a river, lake or something. After seconds of that going through her head, she heard a noise that scared her. It was not something any one would expect to hear. It was a roar, like large pieces of metal being twisted with force. Then it happened again, it was no animal, the third time she not only heard a roar but massive footsteps heading towards her. Now she ran as fast as she could away from whatever the hell was getting close to her.

After ten minutes of painful running, her ankles finding it difficult on the jungle floor, she turned back in the hope of seeing nothing. It was then while she was looking back, but still running forward, she ran into a strong steel fence. It hurt and perhaps something rude was said out loud. Two thoughts entered her head at the same time, being why the hell would anyone put a fence in the middle of nowhere and this is the hoped-for sign of humanity. She gathered herself together, the pain in her ankles and legs plus the lack of any evidence of a predator trying to make a snack of her, meant she could slow down and follow the fence. She hoped to find someone, but would settle for a gate, after 10 or so minutes she found a place where with a little digging she could crawl under the fence. Of course, a fence is for keeping things in or out, with the last chase still causing her pain, she logically concluded she belonged on the other side. As she made it under successfully, she was content to leave whatever it was on their side.

After catching her breath, she got up, although she could not see anything else of human civilization, there was an embankment that she would have to climb. With all the force she had left, she threw herself at it and started with a determination to reach the top. This perhaps was not the most graceful way of doing it, she reached the top, laid on her front and then ungracefully spun her legs around and up. It was then she noticed buildings, with the energy she had left she shouted Hello. After a short wait and no reply, she repeated, Hello, can anyone hear me? Again, no reply. Fine, she thought to herself ‘I will have to go find someone myself, there are no would be rescuers around. She approached one large single-story building, it was old and not in the best condition. The heat and humidity had caused some damage, she found a door and turned the handle hoping that it was not locked. It was unlocked, but swollen into the frame, with some force she was able to open it. Slowly at first, but then in one big rush it opened, hitting the wall and causing Sophia to fall. Twice in one day she had found herself looking like a bit of an idiot. Kind of lucky that no one was around, and as she brushed herself off, again, she looked down the hallway. It looked like no one had been here for a while, but at least, perhaps, she could find something to drink and eat or just anything at this point.

As Sophia walked through the rooms, she encountered broken old computers, phones that did not work, some written papers but long since too degraded to provide any useful information. She then walked into a canteen, tables and chairs were still set out, trays had been left on them. She looked towards the kitchen which like the rest of the building had become dark as the sun was setting. It was then she found a door. She had to use her sleeve to wipe away the dirt off the sign, it read ‘Pantry. She was hoping to find something as she pushed the door open, luckily there were tins of food. With the light fading, she grabbed one, next she tried to find something to open it with. Opening cupboards and draws until finally a weird object was found that looked like it could open a big tin of… whatever was inside. With some difficulty she managed to open it a little, it smelt fine and kind of sweet. After the arduous opening, the prize was hers. A tin of peaches. She drank the juice first and then ate some slices using her fingers. It was just when she found such comfort that she heard a door slam shut down one of the corridors. She jumped as another slammed down a corridor in a different direction, she could just about make out which corridors the noises came from. Then just as she approached the centre of the canteen, she heard one of the draws open in the kitchen and the contents of the draw being thrown out of it. She ran into the kitchen, but saw no one, she knew she heard it, but that was the only evidence she had.

With some caution, she made her way back to the open tin of peaches. She smelt it again, the smell and look did not suggest that they had gone off and caused her to hallucinate. As she walked back into the middle of the canteen a single light down a different corridor came on, she moved slowly towards it, now she was freaking out! A moment later, she heard someone talking behind her. As she turned, she jumped as a man was standing there with an expression of pure rage on his face.
You need to leave, now he said without raising his voice.
… I was just looking for some help and… , before Sophia could finish, she heard more voices behind her, which snapped her back to looking at the corridor but she saw nothing. When she turned back towards the man, he was gone. No sign of him being present was left, no footsteps, no anything. In a flash the whole building changed, the building looked new, people were walking about, sitting at tables eating and having discussions. She slowly turned in amazement to see everything as it once had been when in full use although no one paid her any attention. After a few seconds the building returned to a lifeless decaying state. Sophia heard laughing, but she was unsure where it was coming from. She required no more motivation; she ran once again; she found a way out and found herself in an outside courtyard. It was at this moment a sudden rush of pain pulsed throughout her body. Followed by a sudden flash of light. To the observer Sophia vanished, the place remained as it had been, decaying and assumingly ‘abandoned with no hint of anyone around.

Avaray August 2nd, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hey there Ames xx

Loving your beautiful profile picture xx

Sorry I haven't been around much, life has been busy and things happening and some things triggering.

But I don't forget you xx

How are you feeling? I saw in. Your post you hadn't been feeling well, I hope you're better. Are you still in lock down, or have they allowed things to ease some?

I think we're on level 3, still need to wear face masks everywhere and sanitizer put on, temp screening etc.

How you doing kiddo?

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AmalieAnne OP August 4th, 2020

@Avaray Hello,

I was talking with mommy about you not being on here, we came to an agreement that you were perhaps busy and had to do lots of things like being a teacher rather than where my brain sent me. I am still getting used to my profile picture, slowly getting there. We have had no school just on the computer kind of school, no going out and wearing masks for what feels like forever! Recently, I have been able to annoy my bestest friend so that is really good. They might be opening up the swimming pools soon but no school until maybe October. Not even sure who will be my teacher.

How have you been? This all feels very odd and different. On Saturday we go camping which I am kind of looking forward to. Just I am European summer holidays are meant to eating gelato and using granddad as pillow not being eaten by bears. Kind of missing Spain home at the moment. I have been trying some new medicine which was a bit horrible but now my brain is starting to behave himself which is good. Molly had a cut which got infected which was really worrying, we took her the vets but we had to stay in the car. I could tell the vet was mean to her because she wanted a hug when she came back. She is fine now and being naughty in her own way.

Not sure what to ask about the triggering things still, what is happening in your part of the world? In any case, I glad that you are still with us. If I do not return from camping, assume I have been eaten by wolves or bears. Remember me fondly *spacesuit hugs*

Ame

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Avaray August 7th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hey Ames.... Sorry if i made you worried, didn't mean or want to do that xxx

And I won't forget you xxx

Yes it's time for this virus to stop, life is so weird you also have to almost start recognising people all over again now with masks faces.

Camping sounds interesting, I'm not sure if I have been proper camping, maybe when i was younger, but I can't remember.

Do you roast marshmallows over the fire?

Triggering I would say is things that happen that make my thoughts and body go back to when really bad things have happened, like anniversary dates of things happening, or when really violent things happen, also certain things bring up the sad things that have happened and those type of things " trigger" the fear and sad and then I get more paranoid about certain things, worry about other things, sometimes I'm ashamed to say when sometimes something comes up that is similar to the things that led up to really bad things, my hands almost shake and i can't settle down and i want to cry, this fustrates me because i can't control the reaction, but then try to by telling myself I'm over reacting, nothing bad has happened and try calm down.

My psychologist says it's reaction to trauma and up to just recently, the ridiculousness of the whole thing is apart of me used to get aggitated with him when he used the "T" word (trauma) because that isn't actually real and I'm making up how I'm feeling and pathetic for feeling that way...

But then.... Another part of me is so relieved that someone else can see it and see through the walls I put up and acknowledges the things I've gone through are traumatic and my reaction to things and the way i think ( which is not I'm sure how other people think) is because I'm dealing with trauma.... So it's like a relief.....

And the other day i almost laughed at myself as i finally allowed myself to acknowledge to my psychologist that I've had trauma in my life, and for it to feel ok to admit it and accept it without criticizing myself for allowing myself to do so.

Am i making sense, sorry if i started to ramble on.

So what i mean by a trigger is something that happens or i see etc that brings me back to the bad places of traumatic times and sad times and then it brings back a lot of the same feelings, reactions that i had then.

Oh yes... Dear Benji.... He has eaten at least two of my scrunchies (hair material elastic things to hold my hair up) and my one material face mask..... Big sigh..... Needless to say we find them in his poop the next day or days time.... And that's disgusting! Because there is no way I'm going to wash that and re-use them!

He does it so fast, but he's a real sweetie pie.

He sleeps next to my bed on blankets, I like that, if he wants attention or to go outside to the toilet, he comes and nudges your hand to wake you up. He's very clever and so funny. Just what we needed.

My daughter had her birthday last week and we had a good day and then the weekend we made the special birthday cake, it turned out quite well.

Anyway ames this oldy needs some zzzz's

The eye lids are getting heavy.

Hugs amazing Ames.

Send my love to your mom.

Enjoy the camping and I hope you get to swim soon xx 💜💜💜

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AmalieAnne OP August 26th, 2020

Hello Banana Avaray,

You do not have to be sorry; I was worried so I talked to mommy and it made sense that the stupid Covid19 things were making things difficult. So, you would be busy with dealing with all of that. I do hope it goes away soon but here also in Spain, The UK and Italy we have been wearing face masks when we go out and washing our hands even more. My brothers face is slowly recovering, he still has all the marks from the doctors mask things, so I am hoping they go away soon and be a handsome boy again. Mommy and me made a gift thing of candy plus hand cream, face cream and things like that, then gave it to the hospital people at our local hospital.

We went camping, me does not like it! Luckily, I did not get eaten by a bear but there were lots of bugs which perhaps were a bit scarier. We did have marshmallows but really really big ones. I could not fit the whole one in my mouth. The putting them in the fire make them burnt or melt, making them less tasty. I did enjoy it other than the bugs but it made me really tired, mostly recovered from that. I think on Saturday we can go swimming again yay! We have to book our turn though but they are opening one pool (they have three) for disabled people. So, we can go in that one, it might be quieter as well.

In what you said about triggering I do not think that your brain is misbehaving, it is being perhaps annoying but he is working well. Past experiences guide us in our current ones, it is just our old brain which protects us is sometimes more powerful than our new brain. Sometimes I get kind of funny with food, like not wanting to eat it or… not sure how to explain it but it feels bad to eat. Like if I eat it then something bad will happen. It confuses me a lot because the reasons why I had negative thoughts around food have now physically gone. Of course, my brain still remembers again so I have a talk with myself or get mommy to help. I guess the more I get my new brain (the reasonable one, kind of) to talk to my old brain (the one that is designed to protect me, the reptilian brain) the easier it becomes. Still, it is very annoying and frustrating.

I have not seen my therapist since the end of March I think, but we have talked and it is not the same as being there with someone. Does your psychologist know about EMDR? It is not scary or anything, to be honest it is really weird. Still, at points when I did it with Suzanna, it has kind of worked and I did not have to say anything just think it. I think it might be witchcraft! Still try to be nice to your brain, it sounds that you judge yourself very negatively by what to me are normal reactions, it is like me getting frustrated because I am dyslexic. Recently I was doing some Dutch school work and I could not work out why the sentence was wrong. It took me a while but then I noticed I was doing the same thing in Dutch as I do in English, not being able to see the ‘not (or niet at the end). It can be frustrating trust me but my brain finally saw it and that is all I can ask.

I am not saying I do not get cross with my brain but we have to get along and if I get really frustrated then things will go wrong. This came into my head "That they are what they are, do not blame me!", from A Christmas Carol. Charlies Dickens four-year-old daughter died and I think that his affected how Dickens viewed the world, including how he wrote A Christmas Carol. I feel his loss despite that even if she had lived to an old age, she would be dead long before I was born and I never even meant her. In a sense, she is real and I can feel the sadness… to the point… right. Our brains are what we have, so we have to agree to get along. Was that it? Not sure, when you said isn't actually real and I'm making up how I'm feeling it came into my head. That they are what they are, do not blame me came into my head. Often, I talk to the point I completely forget why I started but that is me.

Benji sounds like he is trouble but I like him more because of that! With my Molly she is good at just being there to play with or having a hug. She is smart as well but does not want anyone to know, so she can get away with more things. Although she does not eat things so there is no need for the poop looking! I am happy that your daughter had a good birthday, what sort of cake did you make? Granny always makes me a carrot cake, to share of course, when I see her after my birthday, normally Christmas, it is a family recipe. It will never be known outside the family. Any who *spacesuit hugs* be a good banana cheeky

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Avaray September 7th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hi Ames xx

Sorry I only saw this post now 😳

Yes....brains are sneaky things.... Big sigh... One has to speak to your "old" thoughts and try get them to believe the new thoughts. I wrote down the good things my psychologist has written in messages to me over the years and want to read those good things he's said, and because I trust him ( a lot.... Although my brain still likes to fight me on that trust topic) I'm trying to make myself "hear" him saying it to me, so that that when I speak badly to myself that his words will hopefully start to sound louder than the bad words.

We made a Barbie birthday cake, she baked most of it and then we decorated it.

Yes went picking up poop again, found a sock part of a plastic packet, He is such a mischief, he grabbed my hair band and as my daughter got close enough he charged away out of reach, he is such a tease. We managed to get that one before it became poop material 😂

It's going to feel weird to speak to my psychologist in "real life" because I'm so used to this online therapy now, so it will feel like I'm starting all over in a way because I won't have the screen I can hide behind between us. It will be like he's real (that sounds weird I know) At least I would have my cushions on the couch to "hide" behind 😂

Sounds pathetic for a grown woman I know. Eish!!

Anyhow kiddo xx Let me know how you're doing xx

I'm glad you survived your camping trip and the mosquitoes didn't carry you away or make you a snack. And that you can swim!!

Hugs Ames, my lunch break is over at work and need to get my butt into gear and carry on working xxxx

💕

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AmalieAnne OP September 16th, 2020

@Avaray

Hello banana,

I think I did not do the @averay or I deleted it, so the computer did not tell you I wrote the last reply. I found some information about Afrikaans, from French decedents but then I checked and it comes from Dutch. Listening to it I can hear some of the sounds but I had no idea what the man was saying. Sometimes books and internet articles get things wrong, I guess. Any who, in 1998 there could have been a bloody civil war in South Africa but it is good that never happened. If my research is correct it was stopped with a cup of tea offered by Mandela and then turned into long term peace. In any case good that people talk rather than hurt. I guess why I bring this up is that sometimes everyone can think the world is full of bad (or even evil) people but honestly most people never want to hurt someone else.

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AmalieAnne OP September 16th, 2020

Something in this is banned on 7cups

Even though European history is kind of the only history that is interesting to me and before 1950 because well… I just like it more plus there is a distance. I found a piece of research that recovered 27,574 muskets from the Battle of Gettysburg in 1863. Two things you should know about muskets (you should know them), first is that they take about four days to load. The second after about two metres the bulíet will just go anywhere. Of these 27,574 muskets 24,817 were still loaded, 12,000 were double-loaded, half of these roughly 6,000 of that 12,000 had been triple-loaded and finally one of these muskets had been loáded 23 times. No one loads a musket without the intension of firing it because loading it takes so much time. A person called Dave Grossman concluded that rather than firé and hurt someone people did other things, in short, they did anything other than firé because not want to hurt someone; loading a gún is the perfect excuse not to shóot it.

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AmalieAnne OP September 16th, 2020

Ignore the accents

I have found 27 other examples so far in other battles, including the Battle of Waterloo, which this kind of thing happened. Still, it kind of shocked me that people in battles really do not want to hurt someone else. That one person rather than fire his musket loaded it 23 times, in my calculations that person spent 92 days loading a musket to never fire it (my loading a musket estimate might be a little off) Plus, 92 days loading a musket while at risk of being killed! So, when our brains think we should be scared perhaps we need to remind them that others prefer first a cup of tea, if that fails, they will keep loading a loaded musket. As silly as it might sound, I really trust history because it tells us what people did rather than what they might do. Or in other words it tells my brain to stop it when he is being a silly. You also have to tell your brain off! Even though it is difficult!

You let your daughter cake her birthday cake? I kind tend to set the smoke alarm things off but she did a good job and I like the decoration even if a naughty doggies needs to be told off! My Molly does not do that but she is 9 years old so maybe that makes a different. She will do other naughty things but not as bad as that. I have a Skype thing with my psychologist this afternoon, current is about 5am, which makes me feel scared but we are talking about going back to school and how… not to get scared or upset about it. I do think it is pathetic of any sort, you feel what you feel. I still prefer the in person and we sometimes, used to, talk under a blanket which kind of helped with some things. Most of me is being worried about going back to school and looking up battle research. Any who, going to try get some more sleep *spacesuit hugs* Be good and tell Benji to stop being a naughty boy or no treats.

Ame

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Avaray September 19th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hey Ames xx

How did your online therapy go, and has it helped a bit with the anxiety of going back to school?

Yes the other pooch (Ridgeback) ate Barbies feet off.. Very naughty...sigh and it was The labby that ate another dolls arm off.

History you seem to be good at, I'm not too good with the subject, I battle to remember dates and names etc, I don't know why,

Mandela did try bring about peace and to start to put things right from the bad of the past, he seemed to be a humble man that cared about people. I think people even if they have pain and other things happening in their hearts and minds, don't actually want to hurt other people as you say, however it's the other people that mess it up, because sometimes the bad people that do hurt people take advantage of the the goodness of people and do extreme harm, so then you don't know who is good or bad and it makes a person not be able to trust because you know what can happen, has happened xx

Even to stop and try help someone on the side of the road, that is considered a dangerous thing as it could be a trap.... Which is sad for the people who actually need help etc.

It's sad.... I've lost and almost lost family and friends to bad people etc. So it's very hard to not feel unsafe and I'll admit over paranoid, although my talks with my psychologist I recon, is it paranoid if it actually has happened, does happen.... Huge sigh... But I'll admit it does change the way a person thinks and reacts.

But one has to try see the good, but again discussing with my psychologist, I try see the beauty of things but then the bad things start and so one switches it off and you disconnect from the things that life has. Because to feel the good.... You have to feel.... And when you start to feel, you feel the bad as well, you cannot split your mind to only feel the good, tried that...it doesnt work, much to my fustration!

Any how kiddo xx

Let me know how school goes.... Hugs Ames

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AmalieAnne OP September 30th, 2020

@Avaray

Hello

I wrote this part last week but then fell asleep –

I really do not like the online psychologist thing; it is just not the same really but we came up with a plan and it worked. Still was kind of scared but I got through the first day and yesterday afternoon for my first violin lesson in a long time (I have been playing without lessons of course). Just really tired now, how are you? I have been trying to get through all of Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s 12 books but it is going very slowly. I think that you are saying there might be dangerous situations, this is different from you cannot trust people. There will also be dangerous situations based on judgement but you said that it was sad that when people did need help that they would not get it because people are scared to help. I guess that it is nicer to think people are good rather than bad. So, me be the psychologist about this, should you be scared? Ok, I am not good at doing that. But if I have anxiety you have to look for evidence.

That is not to say that bad things do not happen… just there are more people I trust in the world and really I do not really know so many people who are part just moo moos. But I will get back to you when I have finished reading Rousseau’s work. So school was weird, we had to stay away from each other alongside the normal things but my teacher is nice as well. Kind of difficult to understand him sometimes but I think I get most of what he is saying.

Today – School is a bit easier this week even though it is Wednesday morning so, I have tomorrow and then no school on Friday. Still very tired though but hopefully my body will get used to it and then it will be ok. As for history forget the oldies way of doing it with dates and all that, find someone or something that interests you, then you are learning history. Kind of like how oldies think that children want to go down the slide when really, they want to try to climb up it. You have naughty doggies sadly, there is not much to do about that.

Be good *spacesuit hugs*

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Avaray October 18th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hey there Ames.

Have you survived school... I'm glad you've started violin lessons again, music is a good distraction from the things life throw at one xx I should really start playing my guitar again. I have made some progress I've read almost 3 chapters of a book. I used to love to read, but the past few years my brain just almost hasn't let me enjoy to want to do that, if that makes sense. So that's a start.

I also have booked for my last exam to complete my second level, so need toget the energy and willpower to study.... Huge sigh.

How are you and your family doing?

Sending love and hugs xxx

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AmalieAnne OP October 26th, 2020

@Avaray

Hello Banana Avaray,

I am surviving school; it is just making me tired but I am kind of getting used to it now. Although music is never a distraction, it kind of helps me feel sometimes or get it out maybe. What book are you reading? It is good to read smiley I am reading Survival of the Friendliest by Brian Hare, which is good although it has some bad parts in it (as in not nice to even think about). Still, it is a change from reading about The Marquis (Des Marquisates) and resistance movements during the second world war. Too much when I start having bad dreams about it. That sometimes happens when I get carried away with reading. Hopefully you have started on Chapter four. My family are all ok, just hoping things will change by Christmas with the Covid. I keep them all in line and behaving cheeky apart from my sister because she will out bossy me. Is your family ok? *sending you learning energy* Speaking of which I kind of have to get ready for school *spacesuit hugs* be good,

Ame

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Avaray September 7th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Avaray September 7th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Barbie escaped from the cake but has since had her feet "amputated" thanks to our other dog, who thoght she was a snack, much to my daughters dismay.!

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AmalieAnne OP September 16th, 2020

@Avaray No treats for naughties

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Avaray August 7th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

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AmalieAnne OP August 21st, 2020

@Avaray

He looks cute and innocent which means he is naughty, they try to trick you cheeky

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Avaray August 22nd, 2020

@AmalieAnne

100% correct young lady, mischief indeed & really knows how to use those puppy dog eyes 😂

How was the camping trp, I see you didn't become part of the "outdoor menu" which is always a good thing!

Hugs awesome Ames 💕

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AmalieAnne OP August 26th, 2020

@Avaray

I am very much an indoor person smiley

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Avaray August 28th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

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AmalieAnne OP August 6th, 2020

Their Stories; Conclusions [Instalment Seven]
There are many other stories that could be told, each individual one, would result in some very unique journey towards the same ending. What follows next is most likely known to you, on Thursday 6th August, this morning, a plane took off. After approximately four hours later that plane crashed into the sea, despite some being able to survive for a short time, it is with sadness that I report there were no survivors. All hands, including crew died within a few moments of each other, this is their shared connection. They left people they loved and they were missed by the people that knew them. Those that in the final few moments of the flight knew they were about to die do not have stories to tell. Others though, did, you have only followed five of them. That is not to say there arent more. Their fate has found its own way to where it needs to be, one cannot simply change their or others fate.

Danieles Story
Daniele, Lucies mother, had never forgiven herself about allowing Lucie to travel alone. By the time she arrived at this place her daughter had been dead for many years. To only add to the guilt, after hearing what happened to her daughter, she found Musco, Lucies teddy. It was with sadness only a mother could have, she thought she had failed to provide comfort in her daughters death. Both Daniele & Lucie had just arrived, time was of little consequence here. Before her eagerness took hold, she had spoken to Jeff. Words of comfort were offered, but he suggested talking to two people. As Jeff told her where to find them, he walked towards his next duty, a woman who seemed to be called Claire. Daniele, Musco in tow, as she never had thrown him out, went to talk to the older couple. She found them with ease and they both told Daniele about how they wished they had children of their own, even grandchildren, but never had the opportunity to have that sort of family.

They were very much aware of Lucies distress after the crash; they both felt the need to comfort her while she was alone. Determined that they would never let her go through this by herself, by this I refer to Lucie dying. Lucie died shortly after waking up on the floating wing of the plane. It was with great joy they could be there for her. As they told Daniele about their efforts, she began to cry. Still, they assured her that Lucie was now in need of her and she should go see her. From Danieles perspective, it had been over 30 years since she last held Lucie. As she walked to the hospital, she was directed by inner forces towards her daughter and then there she was. She held back the tears as one of the nurses told her that Lucie required some sleep to restore her from the negative and conflicting thoughts about both of her parents. The physical wounds would and were just manifestations of the past which would dissolve quickly, so she should not be concerned with them. As Daniele approach Lucie she could see her child lost and confused, as she approached Lucie called out Mummy. Daniele told Lucie to sleep, she placed Musco in her bed and stroked her hair. As Lucie fell asleep Daniele started to cry, not out of guilt, remorse or anger but joy of having her daughter back.

Claires story
Claire had also been on the same plane; the only difference was that she knew she was about to die. Rather than having a story of her own Claire simply arrived at this place. She came to this place knowing but when she got here, she was told of her husband Timothy. As they both boarded the plane, Claire was stressed because Tim was suffering from severe dementia. He was both scared and confused at what was happening. He had been suffering with memory loss for many years while Claire slowly saw her husband Tim was slowly fading in front of her. The memory of Jeff, as a friend, had been forced into Tims mind to help him feel more comfortable. It worked, although Tim did not recognise Claire as his wife, Jeff said that given time his memories would be restored. It was fun though to see Tim with a childlike energy, he had always been that way before the dementia tried to steal who he was. Claire was also new to this place, so their excursion to the lake was a new experience for them both. Feeling safe in Jeffs guidance, when Claire was rather rudely pushed into the lake, she could not help but laugh to herself. The fact that after a while Tim joined her in the fun was a sign that perhaps he was starting to remember a little of her.

As all three of them walked pass the hospital Lucie spotted them through a window, she saw two men and a woman, but one of the men had concern and perhaps a little fear on his face. The other man quickly directed him away and Lucie could see the joy returning to his face. They were walking to Claires and Tims house, as Jeff had warned it might be better to wait until Tims memories had been restored, at least in part. The flashes Tim had, was him simply seeing an observation of his own dead body after the crash. This too would fade as the memories came back and accepting what happened became real. After some more cups of tea something clicked inside Tim and he knew who Claire was, Jeff almost instinctively started some music, as they started to dance around. This for Claire was perhaps too emotional, she really did have her husband back and for that reason alone she also felt childlike and blissful. I only know a little more of what else happened, but their house soon stopped being Tims house and started to be their home. Jeff, took his leave at this point and left Claire and Tim in a slow dance, knowing that he and this place had done its job.

Concluding Maries Story
It would not be right to force everyone into a position in which they had to forget their old lives and simply get on with it, that was no ones aim. Before this becomes confusing it is important to note something, what is real to someone else is real, even if it is not real to you. Marie disembarked the plane as did everyone else, the experience she had on the island with Earharts plane, was still very real to her. As she moved through life, she would often look at the label she found in her pocket after her dream-adventure. In fact, she had framed it as a reminder that the whole event happened, it brought excitement even if it was just an illusion of sorts. Still, that encounter if we could call it that, drove Marie to become first a pilot, then a wife, mother and in the later years working on projects in space exploration before finally becoming a flight director. She had lived a full and meaningful life despite the fact she died when the plane crashed. Perhaps you consider all this some sort of an illusion, as something that never happened, that was never real but to Marie it was. They existed for Marie therefore, the only logical conclusion was it all existed.

So why did she end up on that island, with Amelia Earharts plane, well… you might have noticed that things tend to be somewhat difficult and Jeff along with his colleagues often need a little time to create a space. The space for Marie to live so, she was taken to Amelia Earharts plane while she was on her own doomed plane, it was a rather nice distraction, a time which the rest of her life could be worked out. For this is what needed to happen. As Marie got older and became a grandmother for the fourth time, she was often asked about the label. It was now kind of a funny family story, ‘The adventures of Dr C H Berrys Freckle ointment cream. Marie found that her grandchildren were both bemused and amused by it, the story they thought had been made up. Still, it had actually happened and by now Marie knew that she was coming towards the end of her life. Later on, shortly after her 96th Birthday she joined the others who had been on that plane. Having led a very fulfilling life that contained her hard work, dreams, wishes and love. A life certainly worth making time and space for.

Concluding Sophias Story
Jeff would like me to point out he had no involvement in this one, Sophia was certainly too stubborn for him in any case. When Sophia vanished after a flash of light she went to another place, one where she could explore. This time she taught herself some of the skills required, like how to start a fire. Then she moved again, in time she could choose when and where she wanted to go. It did not take long before Sophia became and felt comfortable being an explorer like the ones of the past with beasties and all. After her first experience with the large beast and the ghosts she gave up on small partly indigenous groups preferring to explore the world as a ‘true explorer. She became fond of peaches although eating insects was certainly never going to be on the menu. She enjoyed this travelling, rather than thinking about what or how things were happening, she just got enjoyment from it. Meeting with people, exploring vast underground caves and seeing things very few people could ever see.

The first experience, the one with the beast of sorts chasing her and the perhaps ghosts, did not put her off at all. She often went back, but this time to annoy them, they soon became completely fed up with her, but then again, perhaps they should have not tried to scare her in the first place. In the end they came to an agreement that she would stop annoying them if they made a formal apology. One day she will meet the others that were on the plane, it will come, but for now she was just doing her own thing. Directed only by herself, of course, remember that time is more an issue for the living than those that have died. Time didnt matter and when the time did come for her to finally stop exploring, she will join the rest. They will know her as arriving at the same time they did, being somewhat confused as they are but being a much more independent person. In control and having done what in death, she could not do in life. We do know, however, the last adventure she had and it was one that Jeff certainly was grateful in handing over. You see Sophia had been in so many situations and met so many different people all who thought in a slightly different way, not only could she tell stories to the others for years but also help Albert.

Sophias Last Adventure
Perhaps calling it an adventure is the wrong word, last mission might be a better description. She like all the others had been connected to each other as soon as they boarded the plane, they were destined to share their deaths. Albert story was unpleasant to say the least, but Sophia was determined that some progress should be made. At the start Albert would shout ‘Go away leave me alone, this might have scared Sophia before her many adventures, but the small little creature called Albert was far from impressive or scary. No one knows what she said, but she must have been convincing, slowly Albert would take down the wooden planks that were nailed to the windows. A small but significant step, next he would come outside into the cold dark village. Still, only for a little while before running back in. This progress itself was long and still ongoing, Albert has at least made it half way to more friendly places before turning back. Jeff had never seen such a creature like Albert change so quickly. Sophia was determined that one day he would join the rest of them, but it would always be small steps until Albert found it within himself to forgive and in a weird way, despite being dead, to live.

Did Lucie become an artist? Well, those and all the other questions that might be in your mind wont be answered, that would certainly be telling. Let it be said that there are many more stories to be experienced, many more to be written, who knows what each story contains and which ending might appear. We might not be able to change our fate, but we can change the way we get there. That human determination, perhaps even free will, can be found in what has not already been written. This is our challenge, choose your journey carefully because it is the one that you will have to experience. This story ends not like many others, it started with a group of random people, which a single event connected them. Although this is not really the end, remember those connections, never mind how weak, will always be there. That is all the hope I can give you. Thank you for reading their stories.

This version of the afterlife here is closely linked to the version presented in ‘The World Unseen written by Anthony Borgia, although he was incredibly boring, it was something that stuck with me.

AmalieAnne OP August 27th, 2020

AmalieAnne OP September 7th, 2020

I thought that I draw that a little bit better, now I am doing it again because I had touching cottonwool

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AmalieAnne OP September 7th, 2020

I thought that I draw that a little bit better, now I am NOT doing it again because I had touching cottonwool - naughty brain, he never sees if there is a not or... not!

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intelligentWheel627 September 11th, 2020

They both are gorgeous, Ame! Thank you for sharing with us. You inspired me to try drawing too but I only managed to scribble some stick people and other simple stuff that I was taught in the kindergarten. 🤭

You have been in my thoughts. How are you?

I have some spacesuit hugs waiting for you, if you would like them. 🙃

https://i.ibb.co/3p5YSzh/IMG-20180824-WA0000.jpg

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AmalieAnne OP September 16th, 2020

@intelligentWheel627

Hello,

Thank you, it is quite difficult to work off a picture but you know if you go on YouTube there are lessons and you can find one that you like, then draw it. I do not always get it right if I am honest but I keep trying until it is kind of ok. If you like it then it is kind of easier to do. I am ok, just a little bit nervous for school on Monday. It is going to be weird and no hugging which is… frustrating. How are you? You changed your profile picture but I like it. smiley Thank you for the spacesuit hugs, I like that. Is that you in the picture? *spacesuit hugs* You can share your drawings if you like but when you want to.

Ame

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intelligentWheel627 September 23rd, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hi again Ame! Yes, that is me squeezed into the spacesuit, always ready for safe cuddles.

First day of school is always a bit scary, I think. Not being able to have hugs from friends just complicates things further but I hope that your toes were correct and it turned out to be a good day. Would you like to tell me about it?

The Youtube tutorial is a great idea! I need to gather some courage to try it out. I'm really so bad at drawing that you will laugh your socks off! Photography is more of my thing. I'm not very good at that either, lol, but I do enjoy it very, very much. I tried to find a ship picture for you since you seem to like them but sadly the big ones haven't sailed in front of my camera very often, if at all, so here are some smaller ones for you. ;)

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AmalieAnne OP September 30th, 2020

@intelligentWheel627 Thank you for the picture of your spacesuit smiley it is nice to see others doing the hugs and cuddles correctly [until this covid stuff goes away for good]! I do not have my bestest friend at school because she got old and she finished her diploma but I am seeing her later for ‘sports’, urgh... it was fun last week though. Since she is family, we do not need to wear spacesuits. I still have not change my mind about, sport things are boring apart from Real Madrid who are the best (even if I am not sure of the rules). Either way I am get very tired from school sports makes me really tired. Other than that school is good, even have a nice teacher which is one thing I was worried about. I have a friend; she is also an oldie now but she is really good at drawing. Still, if you do not try then… I would not laugh. Just find something that holds meaning to you and express it. In the photograph the thing that came to me is calm and the way the boats were reflected like a mirror in the water. So, it is a good photograph. Any who *spacesuit hugs*

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AmalieAnne OP September 18th, 2020

I am going back to school on Monday, my school is not that big but it is kind of scary because my bestest friend will not be there this year. Neither will be my bestest teacher because she is looking after my God Sister. So, we have a plan and if the worst happens, they will call mommy. Since she drives very fast it will not take her long to recuse me. Still, going to try my best to be brave and not be too scared while trying to do the plan of little achievements rather than a very big scary one.

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Avaray September 18th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hey there my brave Warrior Amalie, thinking of you, you got this xx you have come so far in your journey since we first met, seen you push through the fear and stand back up when you have been at a low, it's ok to be scared, take one day at a time, maybe start writing a book, "A day at a time, for Warrior Amalie"

Hugs, praying for you 💜

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AmalieAnne OP September 30th, 2020

@Avaray Slowly getting used and getting lots of sleep cheeky

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Avaray September 18th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Avaray September 18th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Avaray September 18th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Avaray September 18th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Sent you armor and a fast get away horse

Hugs Ames

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AmalieAnne OP September 21st, 2020

@Avaray Thank you smiley it is almost 6am so going to get dressed, have breakfast then fall asleep in the car. My school is really away but mommy drivers very fast. Kind of scared but I have a list so, I can tick things off.. kind of helps me. Still going to be scary but.. my toes are being good so that is a good sign

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AmalieAnne OP November 4th, 2020

Haven at Night

AmalieAnne OP November 10th, 2020

As she opens the large envelope and turns it upside down the contents at first do not fall, with a little shake a flurry of things spread themselves across the table. She checks to make sure everything has made its timely exit and then puts the large envelope to one side. Not content at the random nature of which things have landed, a quick organisation is required. Each put in place as if it were to be examined by an official archaeologist inspecting such things. First, there are smaller letters each holds the thoughts of others and the replies to questions sent to them in a different large envelope which she filled what feels like a very long time ago. The letters are important but other artefacts take her interest first. A receipt for a bridge, made of wood and costing a large sum of money. Some would say a fortune even if she says that now out loud the money has been spent. A train ticket with two cities which she knows, now she thinks to herself the bridge was actually rather cheap. An empty packet of seeds, the seeds have been planted and already grown but just the thought of broad beans growing and being eaten is not pleasant. The empty packet though makes for interesting reading. Perhaps one day she thinks, she might be old enough to consider growing and eating them.

A long piece of wool from a large ball ready to be used but still requiring approval is closely examined, does it have the required colours and thickness? I guess so, her reply will be in the return envelope once her fingers are feeling a bit better. Next, a postcard with a picture of some unknown, to be explored church in Italy and on the reverse, it has been left blank. Postcards which have not been filled in, are kind of lonely things but she appreciates the effort and the thought of adding it to her collection feels her with a sense of satisfaction. Another place she has to visit in the future has been added to the collection. It was a sunny day when they took that picture which can almost be felt through the postcard itself. A small book written by someone unknown of prayers and other ‘godly’ things to do, it was published without the author caring to place their name on it. She does not often pray perhaps because she feels that God is not out there but in here. She will put that with her grandfather’s shaving brush in the orange box. He stopped using the shaving brush many years ago despite his hair migrating from the top of his head further south. Still, he kept it and now she thinks it might one day have some use, perhaps it has a use now but she cannot see it.

Finishing the investigation of the artefacts though important less significant to be written here, she turns to the letters. Three in total, she knows that one of these was written under duress and that her sister who sent the rail ticket required some focused annoying in order to get her to write back. She knows who wrote the first, the smell of it reminds her of home and of course the colour of the paper, although making it difficult to read, was known to bring a different warmth than the postcard. The second was easy, the terrible handwriting was a clear indication it was written by her brother. Why do doctors train to write in such a manner that it makes it appear as though it were written on a rocket heading towards the moon? The third, that was the one written under duress of course because the person who would normally write it is no longer here. She misses the long-held communications written by a man whose business was to write formally and quite proper. She never the less, appreciates having it despite knowing it will only have half the information required to know what is going on. She reminds herself that this is her way, she is used to doing things rather than writing about them. She places all three unopened letters in front of her, while returning the precious artefacts back into the large envelope, to be later sorted. If nothing else that in a hundred years it will make the job easier for the archaeologist to examine them.

Do not be fooled this process his long and happens with some hope every month. Now she thinks to herself she does not know which letter to open. Still, the sadness of her grandfather’s bulky pages and perfect handwriting is noticeably missing. Few know how to write in such a way, in a way that makes sure if questioned later people would assume you had been there. A missing letter from a missing writer, a part of her missing. She starts to feel heaviness in her head in just thinking about something she never wants to believe or even feel. So, she puts the letters back in the large envelope and takes out the prayer book. It might not be interesting at all but at least it reminded her of church, the dull procedural nature of it all brings some comfort. In her mind, she starts to write the letter to the missing author, the one with good handwriting, her grandfather. She writes in her head,

Dear Papa,

Please forgive, as normal, the mistakes. I am having trouble thinking in one language or in a manner that makes sense to others. How is it that your handwriting is so neat when my brother’s handwriting is not? Did you miss the class in school that trained you in the bad handwriting or did you simply believe it to be nonsense? I know the answer to that if I am honest, you never paid attention to such nonsense but it is still, I think, an interesting question. If I am being honest, I really miss you and I am not sure how things work without you being here. For me or Mama… Would you recommend that I stay away from board beans, they do not sound nice at all and to be honest most things green tend to only attract the taste of oldies?


She leaves it there, for now at least because the tears are starting to form. This letter will be written on the best paper, sealed with wax with ‘A’ imprinted in it and of course in the most delicately neat handwriting she can manage. Still, this letter will never be sent, it will find its way to the orange shoebox. It is hoped the archaeologist examining the shoe boxes in a hundred years will understand why it was placed in the orange one rather than the blue one. Perhaps the expert will know how important it is, at least to the girl who wrote it. Perhaps, even know how much sadness it brings.

She now gets ready because she has a lesson and needs to change into her school uniform. With the hope that she can just get lost in her music rather than blurt out swear words at her mistakes. Please forgive me, as normal, the mistakes. I am having trouble thinking in one language or in a manner that makes sense to others.

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Avaray November 16th, 2020

@AmalieAnne

Hey kiddo xx

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AmalieAnne OP November 18th, 2020

@Avaray

Hello Avaray smiley

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