It is almost 23H00. Yungchen Lhamo is still singing, like all evening truly. Her album Ama. 2006. I just wrote of my life these days to my GP who acts as a silent therapist in email and never respond to my therapy emails like I call them (about once a month nowadays). It helps me to write it down to him and god only knows what he does with them. Even up to as recentely as mid august and end of august almost, i was fucked up in emails. I decided to go back to my previous dose of meds. I had been trying my 17 years old dose before 2021. It did not work as well as it used to, lets put it that way. Reincarnation stories suddenly abunded and made no sense on my blog. I was just reminsicing about everyone I had loved in my youth and childhood and finding connections with animals I knew today. You understand a bit why these psychotic grand stories or small stories of reincarnations that popped up over the years here and there make me so happy though they are nutty. It is all about people I have loved in this life and had a bond with forever I like to think.