[rorsvierwelia]

i've never felt any difference in planes between myself, spirits, ghosts or any beings. its all a matter of what we are willing to perceive. at a moment of great weakness i found myself talking with a tree before i realized what was happening. a bee noticed i was very down once and stopped to play a game with me to cheer me up. or maybe he just felt playful, but it sure cheered me up. i had the best conversation with my grandmother after she was dead. it felt quite natural. more natural than when she was alive and standing in front of me. that proved to me that she wasn't dead at all. i wonder if any of us will ever die? bodies may come and go, our containers may age and break but our soul remains. i feel like i've known that since i was in grade school. it wasn't until i stumbled upon camelot and ben stewart's work that i heard anyone else talk about it. living in south texas surrounded by meatheads can be trying sometimes. but i will not give up on them. i'll keep running my big mouth and brushing off the "you're wierd"'s and the funny looks as long as every once in a while...ever so rarely...somebody looks back and asks "what do you mean?" and i'll push them gently in the direction of wilcock, camelot and the other sources i've found that make the meatheads say "huh?" it is easy to feel isolated out here in the boonies of the boonies surrounded by asphalt and concrete. i'm thankful for the ocean so near and all of you on this forum

-green