The mighty technology today. Had to try it. Fed it a few questions. I came out stunned. 

You see I started this whole writing thing some time ago when out of the blue every channel I looked started feeding me the news about Johnny Depp and the court case with chick called Amber. It was coming in to my life from all holes imaginable and not imaginable. It was literally everywhere. Just like that. I never seen a film of Johnny Depp, I have never heard of this Amber gal. Except this once when I won a bet. Don’t know exactly what year it was, but surely somewhere after 2013. There was in some news that the two had found eachother and all was going to be forever after. Now, we had some gathering with friends and we somehow ended up talking American news. We saw the pic of the pair and I said well, I will give it a year, two tops. Had some fun with that because the others bet against me. So, last year I found out I was right and I won that bottle of rum. 

All this writing came out of me like a therapy. Listening to Leonard Cohen and writing. It helped to ease the horrors I have had in my life. Sort of seeing I am not the worse off. In some cases. Sort of feeling pleased and sad at once knowing I can read people just by watching them. Sad because I don’t understand how not everyone reads people like I do. Yes, not everyone is interesting enough to be reading them. Yes, not everyone shows their real face immediately. Boy, I have a good sample of this high level of deceit possible just last year! When the ruzzians started war in Ukraine I was attacked by my colleagues of twenty years. Yes, you read right. I was attacked by men whom I worked with for roughly twenty years. They are ruzzian men. I am the only woman in this particular field. I am the only native. They don’t speak local official language. They have ruzzian passports, they live here for whole life as they were born here when we were occupied by Soviet Ruzzia. They consider themselves as rescuers. Ruzzians always think they bring freedom. Nobody else thinks they bring freedom. Only pain, suffering, horrors, rape, starvation. Nobody around them had anything good from them. Nothing, never, ever was good. No relationship, no culture, nothing. Ruzzians like to show off how good they are by stealing and presenting it to be their own. Take anythin invented, they copy, poorly. Take cars, take weapons, take planes. They are useless “nation”, as one said. It’s not even nation, it’s noun. There is no nation like that. In childhood we were told not to cheat or steal or you will turn to be ruzzian! Yet they don’t get it. Whole nations, millions of people living in neighbouring countries, curse them to rot in hell. But they don’t get why. I’m sick of this “nation”, this language, this attitude, this arrogance and stupidity. It’s endless. Cut off one idiot, another three occur.

So to entertain myself I checked how the magic of Chat GPT works. I asked some political questions, some vacation and travel things, random stuff. And then I asked to write a book chapter for a small three years old girl being abused and starved in a small country some decades ago. I did’nt give more info. No names, no food, no torture details.

I got the answer, the whole chapter, with less than 5 seconds! It’s not much good as I only gave one sentence for it to work with. And that’s not even the point why I’m stunned. Because from all girls’ names in the world it chose this particular name that left me speechless. I copied the work below. I am still wondering how and why it chose this name for the girl. I am stunned still. Avid reader will perhaps know why. Is that a sign? And sign of what then? Nothing worrying in the family there, but I am thinking if there is energy telling me to take the blog further to reach the reason, the person that pushed me to write all this….

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was three years old. Her name was Lily. Lily lived in a house with her mommy and daddy. But things were not good in Lily’s house. 

Lily’s mommy and daddy did not give her enough food to eat. Sometimes, Lily was so hungry that her tummy hurt. And when Lily asked for more food, her mommy and daddy would get angry and yell at her. 

But that wasn’t the worst part. Lily’s mommy and daddy also hit her a lot. They would use their hands or things like belts to hit her. Sometimes, the hits would hurt so much that Lily would cry and cry. But her mommy and daddy didn’t care. They just kept hitting her.

Lily didn’t understand why her mommy and daddy were so mean to her. She loved them, but she didn’t understand why they couldn’t be nice to her. She didn’t know how to make things better.

One day, someone at Lily’s school noticed that something wasn’t quite right. They saw that Lily was very skinny and had marks on her body. They knew that something bad was happening to her. So they called the police.

When the police came to Lily’s house, they saw how bad things were. They took Lily away from her mommy and daddy and brought her to a safe place where she could get food and medical help.

Lily was scared at first. She missed her mommy and daddy, even though they didn’t treat her well. But the people at the safe place were very kind to her. They gave her lots of food to eat and took care of her. Lily began to feel better.

It took a long time for Lily to heal from what had happened to her. But slowly and surely, she started to feel like herself again. She learned that it was okay to ask for help when she needed it. And most importantly, she learned that she deserved to be loved and treated with kindness.

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Ring the bells that still can ring!

There is a crack in everything – that is how the light gets in!

Love and all,

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