Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.
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@drewnogal saidIs it possible the “spirit” that “touched” you wasn’t a wee bit os Scotch...you are in the highlands of Scotland.?🤔🥃
Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.
@drewnogal saidDid the cooked breakfast include mushrooms?
Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.
Is strange when our emotions are triggered by something like that.
@drewnogal saidmore to life than mankind can explain/ I worked in an office in central middlesbrough with my apprentice laying vinyl to the corridors a man asked if he could come through he needed to be in the pbx room(phones, computers) we stopped glueing things up and waited for him to come out after half an hour I went in to see what was going on , not a sign of him no other exit was possible, when we asked the cleaner she explained that we had met old joe the bottle man from the workingmans club that had been knocked down to build the new block that room would have been the beer cellar.
Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.
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@great-big-stees saidI have been ‘touched’ by the alcohol this week, just red wine fortunately. Had I partaken in the Scotch, of which there seem to be hundreds of varieties, some with an aroma of peat and smoke!, I believe I’d have had a calling from the Lord himself.
Is it possible the “spirit” that “touched” you wasn’t a wee bit os Scotch...you are in the highlands of Scotland.?🤔🥃
I have made a vow to The Monarch. I shall no longer partake of the bloodstained animal flesh 🙏
@ghost-of-a-duke saidYes, many mushrooms ......
Did the cooked breakfast include mushrooms?
Is strange when our emotions are triggered by something like that.
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@great-big-stees saidWhere did it touch her? She might set a sexual harassment case out of it.
Is it possible the “spirit” that “touched” you wasn’t a wee bit os Scotch...you are in the highlands of Scotland.?🤔🥃
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@drewnogal saidWhat a coincidence, I had breakfast at a cheesy BnB. There was a painting of dogs playing poker. I laughed and laughed. After I left I went and peed in the bushes, then I chased a mailman.
Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.
Synchronicity.
@drewnogal saidI became a vegetarian because of a dream long ago
I have been ‘touched’ by the alcohol this week, just red wine fortunately. Had I partaken in the Scotch, of which there seem to be hundreds of varieties, some with an aroma of peat and smoke!, I believe I’d have had a calling from the Lord himself.
I have made a vow to The Monarch. I shall no longer partake of the bloodstained animal flesh 🙏
@drewnogal saidThese spiritually touching moments can indeed happen, and I think it demonstrates one of the ironies of our modern - day species. We paint pictures of magnificent animals to show their beauty and magnificence, and then we kill them for sport. We extoll the virtues and glory of the natural world, then we destroy the rainforests for profit. It's just what we do, unfortunately. I've been a 'veggie' for decades.
Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.
@indonesia-phil saidYou sound like you are doing well on it. I’ve tried it a few times and recently tried being vegan but sometimes the craving for meat has returned or I’ve started thinking that I may develop some sort of deficiency or osteoporosis?
These spiritually touching moments can indeed happen, and I think it demonstrates one of the ironies of our modern - day species. We paint pictures of magnificent animals to show their beauty and magnificence, and then we kill them for sport. We extoll the virtues and glory of the natural world, then we destroy the rainforests for profit. It's just what we do, unfortunately. I've been a 'veggie' for decades.
I wonder if more people would eat more plant based meals if they could only obtain meat by having to slaughter the animals themselves?
@drewnogal saidI remember that painting (in print form) from long ago. I hope they'll be protected from now on.
Something very strange happened this morning. I was faced with the cooked breakfast that I had ordered at a beautiful lodge on a loch in the Scottish Highlands. Above me was a print of the majestic Monarch of the Glen. As I looked up at him I felt his pain and became tearful, for all of the beautiful stags that have been killed. I believe his spirit touched me.