“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.” ~ Tupac Shakur
“I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.” ~ Joseph Conrad
Yesterday’s post was an odd mix. In going back to it I found that it had a kind of life and death theme to it. Not intentional, but that is my prominent field of study as a writer. There’s more, of course, but life and death and afterlife are . . . I’m not sure I know where I was going with that. However, I just want to underscore that the ghostly telephone call really happened. No true explanation besides to explain that such things just don’t happen, but they do anyway. I’ve been feeling the presence of spirits more clearly since it happened, which I think was perhaps the only even remotely ascertainable lesson. I’ve been working for about nine months to release the psychic faculties I suppressed after my NDE. It was too disturbing at the time. Now I want it back. Seems meant to be, because the ‘powers’ are indeed resurfacing. I don’t know where it will lead, nor do I want to know. Best leave intellect out of it.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.