The past 12 years have brought many fragmented memories, visits from many beings, and many channeled messages. They didn’t all dance well together. Each experience and interaction has brought it’s own magical feeling of connection. Connection with deep and unseen truths.

It’s common to get swept up in the magical feeling, then cling to it. Yet in most cases I’ve seen, it just brings fragments of truth. Most of them seemed clear in the moment and became blurry upon examination. Useful in the moment, of course. But the “whole story” remains so elusive.

In the past few months this jumbled pile of fragments seems to have melted together as a story that appears whole. (Committing fully to a story always carries risk. It’s generally best to avoid it.)

The past week’s felt like a locked treasure chest was dumped out into my mind. Many fragments have come together quickly, to create a surprisingly complete a picture. If we don’t conclude it suspicious, then what might such an acceleration mean? Why – after years of striving for clarity, followed by years of nearly giving up on clarity – should it all come together now?

For what it’s worth, it’s all wonderfully grounded-yet-inspiring stuff. And I’m not saying every last gap is filled, but it’s a hundred times clearer than even just a couple years ago. Suddenly.

Then It Gets A Little Weird

For most of the past 12 years, the invisible people told me “SLOW DOWN.” They might as well have been speaking Klingon. So that was handled for me. A lesson for the kids: slow down.

The Spousal Unit has grown more sensitive, more psychic, in proportion to the blurring of my own senses. This can be framed as how fast information comes in and can be integrated.

Skipping to the chase, The Divine Oracle I sleep with woke up this morning talking about a special dream. “Not a dream, but a real sense of being in a different place and having a real conversation with a higher being.” And in this conversation, She was told “we have our tickets.” This especially vague-yet-oddly-encouraging message referred to our opportunity to leave this world.

We have our tickets. This sounds more psychotic the more I type it, but there it is. It follows a meeting with Karen Glass, who told me last month, “You will be approached again about leaving.” Apparently, ET’s struggle with the Save the Date concept. (Let’s revisit that “again” conversation later, shall we?…By the way, I never told Karen about the first time.)

Whether this turns out to be only more fragments, and we’re still killing time here 20 years from now, or this is for real and the clock has truly accelerated, the implied whisper seems to be “Make good use of the time.”

I dunno if the simultaneous encouragement to fully indulge myself with the site is a good idea. Okay, so no one’s paying attention anyway. But it might become – if I buy the domain for another 10 years – a posthumous cache of especially strange and intimate stories still stumbled upon only by accident. And even among those digital strays, might be appreciated only by an equally strange and special few.

Perhaps a beautiful outcome for the site.