Word Association

operation ~ Master, your a genius! The Chieftess is quite impressed! And humored also, as I was reading your entry, I admit I was having a good giggle. A portal to the moon certainly is more genius than what I had in mind (this is why you are the Master).

I was watching a video talking about time travel and how there are scientists who believe this really is possible in the future. I think these scientists are working at CERN, which I call conCERN.

But, forget conCERN, we could make our own such place. And we wouldn't have a weird god /demon out in front of our place. Maybe we could even aim for Mars...beat Elon to it! There might be martian Whangdoodles to discover! 🛸

That should get the biggest bounty of clocks!

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tonsilectomy - There's lots of talk about crazy technology at present. Was there some US military guy who talked recently about the technology existing to get someone anywhere on Earth within an hour? It's like all the progress and secret technology that has been hidden for decades is now being talked about, possibly to slowly reveal? Or as the bait in further trickery? I think some sort of alien deception is coming, but I wonder what else...

I'm not sure what to make of time travel. I didn't use to believe it was possible, but there are convincing stories being told. And even with NASA, some of their mission names are scary - I remember one being something like "Never before, never again." Really weird.

And then the movies - there is often truth in movies, and Back to the Future was really popular - was the time travel component of that actually true? I'm all for driving the Whangdoodles to Mars, although as a Flat Earther, I believe Mars is more starry than moony, so it might be hard for the Whangdoodles to actually land on it (that's presuming one can even land on the moon, which I'm also doubtful of). But definitely, if you drive the Whangdoodles to Mars, High Command have promised you a house full of clocks, and your own little stall! You will be rich, and also the recipient of an honorary new title - the Chieftess of Defenestration and Timely Intervention.

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surgical ~I've no doubt there are many things we do not know that have been created or are being created. Years ago, I worked with a guy who told me that his wife works in the cell phone industry. She told him that he wouldn't believe what kind of cell phones they had come up with that would be out in the future. At that time, we didn't have smart phones. I don't remember if slider phones were even out yet. But, I think about how much cell phones have changed since then. Anymore, many jobs require a cell phone due to the work you have to do using your cell phone, scanning items, and all that other stuff.

Anyway, using that comparison, I can only imagine what nefarious technology that has been invented that would blow our minds. I've no doubt about it. I also ponder what is going on beneath our feet. I believe there is a reason for the Amos 9:2 scripture, "Though they dig down to the depths below, from there my hand will take them. Though they climb up to the heavens above, from there I will bring them down."

So, we have to get ahead of this futuristic diabolical technology that has yet to be revealed! Deceive the deceivers! Out time travel the time travelers! And all those such things.

Forgive me, Master! I forgot that Mars would be different in your perspective! You deserve a clock ⏰ times 40 trillion (that's currently more than the U.S. debt).

clinical - Thank you very much for your most recent delivery of alarm clocks ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ . These will go very nicely on my empty shelves, with some left over to hang from trees to serve as a warning for clowns, trespassers, bleeps and bewildered Whangdoodles.

No need for concern about the shape of Mars. I figure when the Whangdoodles get there, they can tell us all about it. Until then, we maintain the necessary financing to continue with the professional Whangdoodle defenestration and population control services, and these problems will all but take care of themselves.

I checked the US debt clock as 40 trillion sounded like a big number, and am pleased to announce when I did so I could breathe a deep sigh of relief. The US debt is indeed only a mere 36.7 trillion, so we've got at least 3.3 trillion of debt left before things start to get really serious.

I must also confess that you have out-clocked me, and I am unable to match your generous gift of 40 trillion clocks, so instead I thought I'd send you a screenshot of a Time Machine link I found on the US Debt Clock webpage. If you figure out how to get it to work, please tell my younger self to put a limit on the defense budget allocation for time keeping devices.

I definitely think that some scriptures (as you quoted) are telling us about more that goes on (or went on) than most realise. It's kind of an exciting time to be alive.

laboratory ~Out of comical curiosity, I looked back to see when our Whangdoodling began and to the moment when I found out that you are the Master. Mind you, it didn't take some crazy long time to find this, it was fairly quick. Anyway, the conversation was comical. I mentioned having a place called Mastery of Pies. We agreed that this was a good name for a cafe. You said there would be no costs because the staff would be indentured Whangdoodles.
I replied "...except for the pie maker [which is me]. There can only be one master!"
To which you said, "Lol. Yes. One master, and one pie maker."
To which I inquired, "And? Who is the master?"
Your reply, "Why me, of course? I thought that went without saying?"
And my response to this was, "Well, that's a relief! Just don't try to be the master of my kitchen." lol

I saved the image you included so I could zoom in on different parts of it. I also visited the website and also clicked on what it'd look like in 2029. Very interesting! I'm actually kinda surprised the the 2029 projection didn't look much worse. There are a lot of concerning things on there. Although it might not seem as concerning as some other areas, one of the things that concerns me is health care. I was looking at the health care portion and thinking about how those expenses can be diabolical. Dad was in the hospital 3 times before he passed away. The first time, they claimed there was nothing wrong with him. He continued to decline after he got back home. He couldn't even get out of bed (he was 69, btw). We went back about a month later, he was unable to walk by that point and had to be carried out by the EMS. It was during this visit that the hospital revealed that his health was in a terrible state. He was sent to a bigger hospital in the nearest city. He passed away not long after this. Just goes to show you can't trust the health care system! They still wanted an outlandish amount of money for the hospital bills, even though he wasn't in there very long. Fortunately, dad was a veteran and so that helped immensely with the expenses.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, if you ever have to end up in the hospital, I think we should consider a rescue plan! I'll arrive at the hospital with special types of clocks that send out warnings to health care providers that they must accurately diagnose you and not inject you with any deadly, nefarious substances...or else, we'll have to perform a rescue mission. Actually, we probably should just perform a rescue mission anyway. It must be done before they realize who you really are... the Master! After they find out, they may try to take you to some underground experiment center or to somewhere where they would do a "brain suck" (I got that term from Xfiles, the feds did that to a very smart scientist in an episode called Soft Light). Don't worry, you'd be outta there in no time! I refuse to be called the Chieftess if I'm unable to accomplish this mission!
Btw, if it's the Chieftess who gets sick, just send me to the medicine man/woman.
Oh, another thing about that Xfiles episode, that scientist said this, “My shadow isn’t mine. It’s like a black hole. It splits molecules into component atoms. It unzips electrons from their orbits, reduces matter into pure energy.” Hmmm Yet another useful tool against our nefarious enemies?

facility - Lol. I also had a quick look back myself. But are you sure I am a master, rather than a faux master? I will remember to definitely stay out of your kitchen, and definitely not be master of that - or even a faux master, even if it is a faux kitchen! As a reminder (in case I haven't mentioned this already), don't try making pies out of fauxes. Not very delicious, despite that they can come in a variety of impressive colours.

I get angry to this day about how healthcare has become weaponised. And not just weaponised - a weapon the victims have to pay a fortune for, also. It grieves me about your dad. These wicked people killed so many who were irreplaceable for those they loved. It's like the man the prophet Nathan told King David about, who had 100s of sheep but sacrificed the poor guy's pet lamb. Only times millions of people. I don't know what I'd have done if one of my family had been captured in a hospital to be murdered, or denied life-saving treatment. I was telling all those I knew to stay out of hospital except for cases where death was certain. Fortunately, it didn't happen, but it was a terrible time. There was a family I learned about whose grandma had been captured, and they did all sorts to rescue her. I think the whole tribe or clan eventually showed up bearing guns outside the hospital glass doors, but the whole process took a week or weeks before they got her out, and it took the situation where the use of force was likely and imminent for the hospital to release her. It's good that your dad's expenses were helped because of his service, but its also the least the government can do. Healthcare should be much, much cheaper - I hope that is coming.

I really appreciate your kind offer to spring me from a hospital if ever I get so incapacitated. I hope not to need it, but I suspect if ever I am to become such a captive, I will likely eventually be drugged and/or labotomised to keep me in place. Perhaps labotomise is the code they use for brain sucking?

So if you're able to facilitate my escape before such interventions, I would be indebted. However, being held in a hospital might also provide opportunity to play out a secret ambition - how does Dr Teach sound? Just a white coat and notepad separating me from practicing as a doctor - imagine all the patients who would be cured and sent home? That's definitely worth some alarm clocks, and you're definitely the Chieftess. ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰

I'm not sure about my shadow. I hadn't thought about him very much, but perhaps you are right, and he does have more skill than I heretofore have given him credit for. My shadow has agreed to help us in our quest against nefarious enemies, provided yours helps also... Would your shadow agree? If so, they'll both be unzipping electron orbits and splitting molecules to reduce components into pure energy before either of them can mouth "Dr. Chester Banton".....

institute ~Your words were/are very moving to me personally. I can't express how much so. The situation with the healthcare system is truly sad and infuriating. It's been going on a long time. My grandfather (dad's dad) was a WW2 veteran who fought in the Pacific. He was under VA healthcare. Before I was born, his life ended when he was 59. He died in an alley with snow blowing on him. It's very strange to me that the VA healthcare is so faulty, even for those who did some of the roughest parts of war. But, while VA healthcare certainly seems very flawed, I haven't seen the regular healthcare system being much better if any better.
So much in the world is diabolical. To paraphrase Paul, we aren't struggling against flesh and blood, but against dark spiritual forces. I think about the Shakespeare quote from The Tempest, "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here." It leaves a feeling of despair. How do we have the fortitude to repel and/or stand against this diabolical mess here on Earth? Only with the Lord. Even when it gets exhausting, we maintain that strength, "For when I am weak, then I am strong."

On a lighter note...Dr. Teach. That sounds very smashing. No, that is very smashing! An actual person in a lab coat with morals and consideration for the lives of those who need help. There's nothing faux about having an admirable character such as that. I am certain that the world doesn't have enough alarm clocks to reward such a noble vision!

My shadow most certainly agrees. Also, I assure that it's not a faux agreeance. That would be beneath the Chieftess. It's a most sincere and wholehearted agreeance! And, to steal Dr. Davey's words to Dr. Chester Banton, we're "lightning in a bottle"! ⚡

establishment - In the 90s, there were graphic adventure computer games, some of which I spent too much time on. Some of the games, you could do different things at different times to different people, and get a slightly different result (e.g. keep the old lady's gold ring you found rather than return it to her, or kill the cave sentry rather than giving him the secret password). However, all attempts at trying to warn the characters what you knew was going to happen made no difference, and they treated any such warnings with indifference, carrying out their preprogrammed roles, and the overall narrative of the games remained the same.

My current thinking is that we are in some kind of narrative like that - but in real life. Some things have seemed obvious to myself and others like us years in advance, but I at least have been powerless to have any effect on the overall narrative. Things seem to happen at their predetermined times, and not sooner, irrespective of my actions. People who once thought I was crazy about some things now admit to different degrees that I was right, but I don't think there was anything more I could have done to change their thinking at the previous times.

I think this is probably the case with health care. We've been through a very evil period, where the purpose of healthcare has been to extract as much money as possible from someone, irrespective of their health or quality of life. I'm hoping that period is over and things will improve, but am also cautious it's not going to lead to yet another deception. If it wasn't for knowing Jesus, I think I would have given into the false narrative long ago, simply because its easier. That said, I also think I was more attuned to some of the deceptions, as I'd already seen similar tactics deployed against the authenticity and accuracy of the bible. Despite the narrative followed by the world, I can say that God has kept me very secure irrespective of their threats or intimidation (although I was not sure at the time this would be the case).

Perhaps you, I, and our respective shadows could form a medical team and go from hospital to hospital, curing sick people and vanquishing Whangdoodles. It would probably be a bit like that old TV series M*A*S*H, but with funnier jokes, more alarm clocks and wittier quotes. To share one of the Chieftess's many wise and memorable sayings, we'd be like "lightning in a bottle!" ⚡⚡⚡ Hot, fizzy, and tingly if imbibed straight away. ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰

foundation ~The comparison you make between those games and real life sounds like a very astute analogy to me. I haven't really had much experience with games, but your description and explanation makes a lot of sense. In the 90s, I was roaming around in the woods and creeks. You know, preparing to be a Chieftess!
In the meantime, I was fortunately raised by a father who cast a skeptical eye on almost everything. He especially questioned anything the media and politicians had to say. He questioned the actions of both the right and the left. This behavior was passed on to me at an early age.

Sadly, many people commonly call people who question the official story (and maybe even also questioning the popular opposing story when needed) crazy or filled with hate or some other such nonsense. As a result, those who don't care to take the time to investigate even just a small amount will believe these accusations.
It would seem that being ignorant or foolish to the diabolical mess around us really is bliss to many. And as we know with more wisdom comes more sorrow and with more knowledge comes more grief. It seems the further along we go, the more this is the case.
But, as we know from Proverbs, wisdom is better than the greatest thing we could ever desire. Thus, I'd rather not live life in ignorant bliss.

I'm indeed honored to be on our mission of curing sick people and vanquishing Whangdoodles and other horrid foes. I'm ready for the task, as long as you will be the one dealing with the (literally) bloody details. Just last night I was walking through a dark and unsettling neighborhood. I figure if I'm up for that, I should be able to take on this mission.
Hot is certainly true. I've read that a single stroke of lightning can heat the air around it to 30,000°C/54,000°F. There's a lot of heat and electric in our bottle. A very formidable accumulation! 💥

bedrock (Roaming woods and creeks and preparing to be a Chieftess! It sounds like fun. You did this by yourself, or with company? I preferred roaming with company, and never really that far by myself. I think I grew up very trusting - and believing one side of government was the good guys, and the other side evil, but I've gradually learned not to trust left or right. Very wise to be skeptical of everyone from the start!

I think it was Marie-Ant O'nette who once said "Let them eat cake and circuses" - talking about the peasants, I suppose - before she was brutally guillotined by some Communist Frenchies, who obviously didn't take too kindly to the circuses part of her statement - too many clowns inside, I guess. Despite her unfortunate demise, I think she was right about the cake. Too many people getting too much cake (and circuses, obviously, but the average American diet is so overlaid with so many circuses that they can barely tell the difference between a clown and the ring-master these days). Anyway, the way to get the peasants to focus - and I'm not against the French - I don't actually really know any French, but they seem a fun stereotype to joke about without getting accused of being a Nazi - is to take away their cake. But then the peasants get awful cross - revolting, actually - so taking a man's cake is not something anyone should do lightly - not even if said man is a Communist Frenchy, and even though we might be world-famous Whangdoodle hunters and huntresses - or one of each, at least.

I've decided probably the literally bloody details are not for me, either. However, given someone has to do it, and you are hemophobiac and I'm working on developing my own hemophobia, I've hired some men to do it for me. This way, they can deal with the literally bloody details, and we can deal with the metaphorically bloody details, which are every bit as fun but only a fraction as messy.)

construction ~Some of my best hikes have been alone. I'm not opposed to hiking with another person, but they have to be someone who my soul jives well with or the hike/roaming is a waste.

Have I ever mentioned one of the more interesting things I've came across in the woods? I was on some local trails with my dad many years ago. We'd been on the trails in that area time and time again. One day we were bored with the trails and dad suggested we go explore in the woods. So, we get off the trail and we go into the woods for a ways. We came across what looked a spot where someone had been buried. We just stood there staring at the mound of ground. Dad looked at me and said, "Girl, I think we should get back to the trail." And that's what we did. I don't know what (or who) was buried there, but it definitely looked like a natural burial ground. I found an image on Reddit that is as close as I could find to show what it looked like. What we saw looked even more like a burial spot than this image.

Maybe the person tried to take someone's cake!

I've always heard that women wore guillotine earrings back during the days when they are guillotining people. I don't have pierced ears. This is why I must wear a belt of Whangdoodle/foe scalps...a chieftess must look ferocious to the enemy!

Oh gosh ! A couple of u guys on here r really freaking me out by saying that u hike alone ! I get the desire to b alone with nature for sure but please ! Dont do that ! Do u watch the news ? Julian Sands ? Jay Slater ? Please ! Always have someone else with u 😵😵😵😵😵😵😵 !

assembly - seeing that natural burial ground would have been very interesting, but I would have found it unnerving also. I'd have questions like who was buried here, and why there, and how did s/he die, and when etc. And is it appropriate for me to be there given there are no signs or marking or anything? I think getting back to the trail was definitely the right choice (given what I know of the situation).

Lol. Maybe trying to take someone's cake was indeed the cause of demise of the departed? Or perhaps s/he was trying to collect an extra scalp for her/his foe belt, but forgot to slay the enemy before commencing the scalping process, and the enemy was offended to such a degree that the metaphorical boot was on the other foot? I think you are wise to subcontract out your scalping. It saves you getting the order of slaying/scalping mixed up, and lives subsequently being put in danger by indignant foes. Although, obviously, your scalping subcontractors must be sure to only collect scalps from those who are already slain, and not those only in the process of being slain, or only mentioned on the upcoming slaying list.

I didn't know that women wore French guillotine earrings back in the days when they were guillotining, but I suppose it makes sense. Similar to the departed one you encountered on your travels, it would be awkward - at least in those days - for a French lady to come across a Whangdoodle or similar ruffian, and politely escort him to the nearest guillotining facility. At best, it would be an inconvenient detour from her expected route, but if the villain resisted, it would likely make the journey all the more unpleasant. How much easier to have a small, portable guillotine available underneath each ear, for an in situ guillotining? No detour, no fuss, and the journey could continue uninterrupted.

It's good that your ears are unpierced, as I expect using them for hanging guillotine earrings would be uncomfortable, even granted it may have been practicable back when the Frenchies were revolting. If you have your scalping contracted out, it seems reasonable that the scalpers carry their own tools for the work. A belt made from Whangdoodle/foe scalps seems very reasonable, convenient, and also ferocious. I suppose you already have all the other Whangdoodle/foe scalp apparel - purses, suitcases, hats and similar accessories... canoes? (This just reminded me of a joke...)

There were an English man, French man and - let's say a Whangdoodle so I don't offend anyone - shipwrecked on a desert island. The cannibals who inhabited the island capture the men and Whangdoodle, and inform them they are to be skinned alive and their skins turned into canoes for the cannibals to use when they go fishing. However, the cannibals inform the captives that they are not completely barbaric, and that they will grant one final wish to each of them before carrying out their gruesome sentences.

On the night of his execution, the English man asks for a knife. When granted, he quickly informs the cannibals - "You will never skin me alive!" before cutting his own throat and quickly perishing, before the cannibals are able lay a finger on him.

The following night, it is time for the French man's execution, who similarly asks for a knife. When granted, the French man quickly informs the cannibals - "You will never skin me alive, either!" before cutting his own throat and quickly perishing, before the cannibals are able to lay a finger on him.

On the third night, it's the Whangdoodle's turn, and the cannibals are wary lest they be cheated once again out of the planned fate of their final victim. When prompted, the Whangdoodle asks for a fork. The cannibals are confused by the request, but as they are cannibals of their word, they provide the Whangdoodle with a fork. As soon as the Whangdoodle lays his hands on the fork, he starts stabbing himself with it in multiple locations, and shouting "You will never make a canoe out of me!"

So while your Whangdoodle/foe belt might look ferocious, I think it is ferocious in a much more civilised way than those cannibals. Until next time!

congregation ~Thank you for the joke! It certainly brightened my day, and it was especially smashing with the Whangdoodle incorporated into the story!

That area where we saw the natural burial grounds is owned by a wealthy foundation. It has security, you go through a manned gate and pay to get in, and it's not open at night. The way the place is, there's no way that just anyone could have buried someone or something there. It would have had to have been someone who is associated with the foundation. Dad thought it was best to forget what we saw...and indeed, the last time I asked him about it, he said he didn't know what I was talking about.

It's my experience that trails out in the country/wilderness are much safer than the ones in or near the cities. Growing up, I roamed the woods alone in the country and didn't have any problems.
One time, about 4 years ago, I went for a walk in the neighborhoods of my area of the city. There is an area of woods that I went through to get where I was going. I'd been through those woods many times and was very familiar with them. It was at the time of year when it was very lush and overgrown. As I'm making my way in the woods, I seen a bag or purse of some kind over to the right of me. Out of the corner of my eye, over to the left of me, was a figure crouched down. I looked over towards the figure and it slowly stood up. It was a woman. I'd seen her many times in the area. She's sometimes homeless and sometimes in trouble and has been banned from the nearby stores for shop lifting. I just kept walking like I wasn't bothered at all. Then I came across this spot where I know for sure there was a very large gap in the ground, but it was not there this time. It looked like dead leaves. I got to thinking that this gap was quite possibly covered to trip someone. Maybe to steal from them? I leaped over the gap like I always had done and carried on. There was something else that stood out to me as being suspicious, but I can't remember what that was now. I had no problems as I navigated the area as I had always done. I'm thankful to the Lord for giving me a discerning eye that notices things when I'm out in the woods.

Another time happened just the year before last. I mentioned it in a thread called "Man or bear" last year. I think you seen my response to the thread, but in case not, here it is...


Some people think and have even told me (they didn't know I'm a country person) that country folks scare them, but I grew up in the country and I've lived in a small city (on both sides of the track) and have also spent a fair amount of time in a big city neighborhood...and in my experience, there are scary people everywhere lol. I think the dangerous areas of big cities are the scariest. I'd much rather roam the woods in the wilderness anytime than in dangerous areas of a big city on a decent day. I'd even rather roam the wilderness unarmed than the dangerous areas of big cities whilst armed I could probably easily be a hermit, but I do like having the internet lol. My area isn't necessarily for the faint of heart, I believe in being well armed.

Oh, I never mentioned the occurrence in the middle of the night near the burial ground of a chief. Well, I'll save that for another time!

A canoe made out of Whangdoodles! Now that's a superior idea. Really, what would be better for a chieftess than that?
I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but my great grandfather was an excellent maker of moonshine. If I could master his skills, I could get the Whangdoodles drunk. They wouldn't be able to resist. This could be a quick way to having Whangdoodle canoes. I could have a new path in life... Carrie, Chieftess Canoe Maker lol

I guess what I'm saying in all this is that in your path in life, watch out for traps and drunken Whangdoodles and crazy women with guillotines and all things that aren't smashing. Until next time...