Something really sinister

 I was driving down the highway and saw two cars with "DEM" letters on their license plates. And since I am hearing "something really sinister is going on" like a quiet breath breathed from the killer over the shoulder of the heroine, I am delving into the word sinister. I can see sister, minister, lefty, killer, and sir. With love, gentlemen.

My father passed away yesterday. At least, I think he did. I got a call saying he did but I wasn't there to see him and I didn't get to say goodbye. We hardly spoke so I could pretend that it never happened and live a perfectly normal life but oddly enough,  there were all these strange "signs", unusual to me as they happened on their own, unprovoked, unsought. 

One of the funnier things was I was sitting with my Bible, asking God for help. In this case I was seeking him. You'll have a lot to work with now, since I'd said things were unsought. Some were.  I asked for help. I asked for guidance.  My biggest concern, although it is heartbreaking and terrifying that my dad is GONE, is that I have no where to turn now. There was always this plan B that I'd had, to run away safely to Idaho, where he lived, which is no longer an option. Terror is a word. Horror. 

I have noone. No where. I am as alone as this:

More to work with. 

I spent the evening before last in a holding cell in a state hospital, where my things comforted me but I was far from alright. They let me sleep there. I was going to drive west but couldn't stomach the long ride.

So back to the story. I asked for guidance. I have my great aunts Bible. And I opened to the passage I needed. 

"The joy of the Lord is my strength."

It is true. There are different kinds of strength. 

Might. Smarts. Things that have merit but in actuality a simple and grateful heart is the strength I admit is my favorite. More on that.

I was laying on my mother's bed looking up at the ceiling, and saw a face, smiling. I was thankful. I asked her who she was? Then I stared a while for comfort. I had just woken from a nap I needed desperately from not sleeping in the strange cell the night before. But I was grief stricken. Painfully, mournfully. And the face, with it simple smile, gave me the strength I needed.

As I sat looking, I saw the shape of a shark. Which was neat because my Uber driver had been from Nicaragua, and explained they had freshwater sharks there, which he called "sweetwater". Then looking at the shark, I went and sought out which shark I had, a "Dogfish". They have skin that scientists study because it heals so quickly. 

Then looking again, there was a horsehead. The head was shaped a certain way, and as I felt prompted to see, for no reason if hroses heads really look that way, which the do not, I went looking at different horses. I know now that typically horses have flat faces, but the face of a Shire horse, in one online photo, is somewhat shapley,  like my picture I'd made for my pleasure laying there. 

Shire horses are remarkably large. I was looking at the white horses of England in the hospital. They have the giant horses there. And then, I saw a story about this guy:

Old Billy https://share.google/zCxxlTZwlbQT8hpDj

Cool story.

I was healed of my despair. It was very nice, indeed. The hospital I stayed in was Henry. 

The horses handler was Henry. Interesting was that our president,  William Henry Harrison lived a short life, at least in office. His life was at the same time as Old Billy there. They say the work of barge horses was unnecessary after that, due to trains. 

The last detail was that I felt compelled to go outside. I remember asking my grandmother for permission, and that felt odd.

"May I please go outside and bonce a while". Lol

When I got there, the moon was bright and large. I took several pictures. When I was done, I started to bounce on my little trampoline, and noticed the way the clouds formed a perfect tomb for the moon. So I took another picture, this time using the special night feature.nit is a treasure for me as I am a believer and my father went to heaven yesterday.  

Here are the remainder of the pictures:

I was stuck thinking about the horse and the shark and the smiling face. I realized that it is not always so in the clouds,  but it would have been neat if once the clouds made magic shapes, in a pre-decieved world with much simple faith and lots of magic and beauty.

Ps. After looking at the shark, I remembered I knew a Bullshark went into freshwater in Mew York in 1916. It was interesting to read about, it was in a rough part of WW1.