Re: World Rat Day
David Dalton <[email protected]> Sun, 07 Apr 2024 01:29:53 -0230
| Newsgroups | alt.astrology.asian, soc.culture.china, soc.culture.hongkong, soc.culture.taiwan, talk.politics.china, talk.politics.tibet |
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| Organization | Eternal September |
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On Apr 4, 2024, David Dalton wrote (in article<[email protected]>): > April 4 is World Rat Day. > > From https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/rat.html > (which has title Magic guitar/Dragon Lines/Year of the Rat) : > > `Early in the Chinese year, in the [1996] Year of the Rat, when I, my sister > Anne and her two daughters were travelling west from St. John's to Lakeview > along the Conception Bay Highway, a large rat raced Olympic fashion rapidly > to the edge of the road and made a flying leap to hit our car. We backed up > to find it was dead and I dragged it off the road, and later thought that it > had committed self-sacrifice and would be reincarnated in higher form after > hitting the "car of ma.” ‘ > > The months following that led up to a five day binding by me of > medium criminal and worse humans and other psychopath and > sociopath humans in late June, 1996, but it was broken. > > However I haven’t given up, and I expect to get a new improved > binding in place by the total solar eclipse, as I will report in the > thread “Leading up to total solar eclipse” on alt.religion.druid . > If you want me to post updates (reports of supposed progress), > ask me on there; else I will just report when it is supposedly complete. No, I failed again, and am taking tonight and tomorrow night off, and plan to try again with onset of the attempt just after the eclipse locally, so it probably won’t be complete until waxing crescent. I have divined that I will have to make several changes, but won’t try to divine what they are until just before I start the attempt. -- David Dalton [email protected] https://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page) https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page) “Mary walks down to the water’s edge and there she hangs Her head to find herself faded a shadow of what she once was" (Sarah McLachlan)