…..Security measures; while at a local tavern for “Fish Friday,” I experienced a “chance encounter” and a startling  message

I have been very busy with vital physical-security matters for both me and the house, and now with the current blizzard, with 65-mph (105 km/h) winds at the moment and a wind chill of -8F (-18C).

Barred front door — it would take an explosion to open this steel door now, giving me time to get out my AR-15 and pistols and engage in the lethal gun battle the jew feds would prefer to avoid, since Ruby Ridge shocked the whole nation

Barred porch (back) door

One of three wired interior security cameras; three more are affixed outside, plus motion-detector LED lights have also been purchased to shine on any illegal trespassers from ZOG, or local Demoncrats.

And now on to my Margi story from last night…. and my missing hat in the midst of a lethal blizzard…..

Many UP people buy the “Stormy Kromer” brand of heavy, woolen fall-and-winter caps, made up here in Ironwood, Michigan. They are a bit like certain German military or gendarmerie (rural police) caps. (https://www.emedals.com/europe/germany/german-headgear/wwii-headgear/an-austrian-m43-style-gendarmerie-cap-by-litto-mutze-of-vienna). They have a heavy woollen double rim around the back that can be pulled down to protect the ears and back of the neck from the cold.

1943 Third Reich Gendarmerie cap

Anyway… it was a hectic day for me, with tradesmen in the house installing many security things, including also fire alarms for every room and a carbon-monoxide detector.

Suddenly I realized I had to get to an appointment, and ran out of the house (actually trudged rapidly through foot-high snow), thinking my Stormy Kromer cap had been left in the car.

No, it was not…. which turned out to be an important little error.

After my appointment, I went to a local tavern which serves delicious baked or fried cod, flounder and other fish — and only on Fridays.

I had to do some things online, using my smartphone, so I actually sat down alone at a table, with my coat and gloves not visible, placed low on a chair seat and minus my usual hat….

But as I was finishing up, I espied an especially interesting (and factually accurate) episode of “Ancient Aliens” playing on a tv monitor above the bar.

It was about the top-ten archeological sites that suggest advanced and thus alien technology. I moved to the bar to watch it……and I do highly recommend the show (for which I cannot find any link).

It featured ten places, among them Baalbek, Stonehenge, Puma Punku, Easter Island, and Machu Picchu, with an emphasis on how incredibly huge and heavy these stones were and how perfectly they were carved, as by some kind of giant laser. It is here https://play.history.com/shows/ancient-aliens/season-17/episode-2 ….but one must subscribe to cable television to get it.

Baalbek, now in Lebanon: under the Greco-Roman temple one of several 1,500-TON blocks of rock. No crane today can lift 1,500 tons –50 tons is the maximum today. So primitive peoples did this?

Anyway, my move from the table to the bar led to a startling encounter because of who pulled up a barstool next to me.  I had seen a couple walking along main street (“River Road”) in the deep snow, the husband carrying ski poles for stability in the gusting wind.

A video I shot from my second-floor bathroom:

So this handsome couple sits down next to me, hailing from Minneapolis, five hours away by car, but living now in Ontonagon. We talked about the dry snow there versus the wet snow here.

I then mentioned “my late wife” [Margaret]  and her successful stay at the wonderful Mayo Clinic 2019-20 in Minnesota, and how it was true about the friendliness of Minnesotans, commonly called “Minnesota nice.”

They beamed, but then the woman began looking at me strangely.

She asked me:  “When did your wife pass on?”

I said: “In September, after 17 years together.”

The lady got quiet, and then said: “I was a reiki practitioner in Minneapolis. Do you know what reiki is?” And she kept looking at me very intently.

“Yes, a kind of spiritual healing from Japan, very ancient, using healing energies. Margi took the courses to be a reiki practitioner.”

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https://www.forbes.com/health/body/what-is-reiki/

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The lady, named Shirley, asked: “May I see a photo of your wife?”

I showed her this one on my phone:

….and then this one:

“This was in Minnesota, at the Mayo Clinic. That was a wig. She lost her hair during 34 sessions of proton-beam radiation.”

She gasped, like she was seeing something.

Shirley then said:

“She is in your house — all the time.

She is watching over you, and spending a lot of time in the house.”

I stared at Shirley, open-mouthed. Shirley continued:

“And Margaret says: Wear your hat!”

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The tavern owner, who had known Margi, came by and I told him what this Shirley just said to me, adding “This is the worst storm of the year, and the only time I EVER went out without a hat! All summer long I wear my Marines baseball cap…..and all winter a wool cap…”

He replied: “I can see it — just your gloves and your heavy Carhartt coat. Btw, it is horrible out there right now — and the snow drifts in the parking lot are huge.”

I sat there stunned for a second, then said:

“You know, Margi was a crusty German-American, and not always very effusive with her emotions. I think she said ‘I love you’ maybe twice in the 17 years we were together.

She would show her love by doing things for me, like cooking gourmet meals for me, which she could not eat herself with her throat cancer, or nagging me about my weight or eating carbs, or by putting her little hand on my shoulder.

LOL! It would be just like Margi to scold me:

“John, wear your hat!”

I sure will, Margi! How’s the weather in heaven?

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