It is super late. i worry as soon as I dont sleep by 11pm, but not tonight. Tonight is  nice. What have I seen here thanks to huby who offered the roof while I went mad? It was AMAZING yet super dangerous.  I felt like I was living in the realities of angels. United church preacher who came to knowck of my door one day and I thought for sure was from another planet.  Telling outloud while hubby slept, and I was in the kitchen, a superb (it sounded great i thought) aboriginal story I started telling to no one. 'Crassou qui crachait sur tout ca' (dirtyboy (as in unwashed) who spat on everything) was the story, I still remember. BJG was someties someone from another planet who was nice, sometimes he was possessed by satan and so it was very dangerous for me. He a;so appeared as Dogen to me and we talked about death all night. I saw worlds I did not know existed. Dreamed awake basically. It was magical.