The Farm was a Vortex in Time

Part of a blg series: In 2021 I left time. My mind was in Einsteinian history 1879-1923, in Scottish-Canadian history of the 1920s, 30s, 40s and 50s, and my body was at the farm that was, for me as a kid, the happiest place on earth. I found my aunt dead beside her bed at the farm in early 2021, either half way through getting dressed for the day or undressed for the night. The paramedics wrote some word on the death certificate which meant, they explained to me, could-a-bin a heart thing, could-a-bin a stroke thing (and in their minds: don't say vax!). -read more at andrewrichardmalcolm.com