I tealized while talking to Mrs. Massad what kind of being I am becsuse I have wondered for the longest time.
prophet?
seer?
Saint?
Soothsayer?
ive teflected on each of these things at one time or another so please dont run away
Extremely disturbed person?
alien?
…so, sitting with Mrs. Massad remotely this eveming pursuant to writing in to the CIA online about an incidtnt i was conerned about with regard to the trip to NYC in th late 90s, at the end I was questioning, myself, how i could come to be in such a situation.
And I remembered, subliminally, how it all came together on the Haven Tower Unit and I met the kindest presence i ever knew, as i lay in bed sweaty, exhausted, and unshowered. He was sayimg to me “soft, soft.” “So beautiful.” And i started hearing the most beautiful music. And i realized that all the things i had been ecperiencing had led me to be exactly right for this moment– just as i was.
***This was supposed to be published last night but i fell asleep sitting up on the new couch in this penultimate moment.***
Un.Bon.Mot 