Create a captivating and highly detailed featured image that illustrates the concept of seclusion versus reclusiveness. The main subject should be a figure sitting contemplatively in a serene, secluded natural setting, such as a quiet forest or a tranquil lakeside. The figure should appear engaged in self-reflection, showcasing a sense of peace and introspection. Use soft, diffused lighting to create a calm and inviting atmosphere, with gentle sunlight filtering through the trees. Ensure the image has a sharp focus on the figure and the surrounding environment, emphasizing the contrast between solitude and reclusiveness. Please produce this image in high resolution for the best visual impact.

For me, it is simply that no matter what happens from now on; I must stay home. It’s not that I can’t go to the store, go see my friends in my favorite places, and go see my family at our property ……. it is that the political and socio-economic sphere I am within — for my whole life — cannot be got out from without a tremendous effort on my part.

At the point that I quickly re-stated my death testimony to a dear friend in one place and then sat down to enjoy some time last weekend, I realized my life must change and for the better for me. Everything I do needs to be NOT to do with money, if you know what I mean.

I know four people, perhaps even five–who are recluses. Recluses are people who tend to avoid people. My Uncle Paul was born a recluse and lived that life. I watched my parents love him and my family BE loved by him. One of my children was named lovingly by me–after my Davis-Beaty Grandmother, after all. We are genuine. Do you even know what that is, 50 States? No, you don’t.

Having a house built by your father is an awesome treasure. Even if I never own it ever again, the memories of love remain.

I am in seclusion because my life is too far gone. You have no idea. I am finding this series helpful to understand myself within my whole life. This life is now for all practical purposes non-existent to most people.

I have to make important what is important to what? I guess first of all, I know to take care of my property. I know poetry is important and so I have the blog for it.

For the first time, I am taking my ministry to something that can be blog by blog moved to thumb drives and begun again. There will be no more video. What a relief. I had that relief when my publisher went out of business the month djt that criminal won the first election it won.

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Uncovered no more dot blog is being taken over by people I know exist but Americas don’t; and don’t care. I will curse point blank alongside them calling you into repentance, and they are males.

This blog will have my story day to day like I just did. What I am watching or reading, how I’m enjoying it–because goddess damn! this shit is real. I will also feature others I read here and there who help me. That tendency of mine is already here.