The intuitive/paranormal part of my life never takes a break. Unfortunately, I do.
Then again, when I do, I have some incredible encounters. The worst part of that living enigma is that writing them down seems to leave so much spark and dazzle in the void.
I finally cried "uncle" and gave it up... all the endless hours of dutifully attempting to capture the inexpressible in letters, words and inadequate language. Not to mention that the symbols I am given are too esoteric to be caught in any form. Thus, my art has come to life.
I relish my moments and relate an incident when the need arises... if and when that time comes. I help others who struggle with encounters with ghosts, spirits, shamanic interludes and supernatural inexplicabilities. And I commune with the wonderful energies of love and light through my nightlights.
Beyond that, so much I have learned that there is no longer a need to rush to set it in writing. It is simply my life.
When this amazing ride began, that writing thing was my way of holding tight to my faculties and a sort of reassurance that I was still of sound mind. Now, being of sound mind is relative. I am an explorer. Sound body, now that is another story. ;)
Thank heaven for great imaginations and imaginings. :)
Places to go play with Relativity -
Robert Anton Wilson
Talking to Nightlights - yes, this is me.
There is only one time in the history of each planet when its inhabitants first wire up its innumerable parts to make one large machine...You and I are alive at this moment.— Kevin Kelly