Talking To Myself

Dear Self.

I am your invisible OtherSelf.

I do hope this email gets by your mental spam folder and finds you in good health.

Actually, that is not correct.

I have been keeping an eye on you for some time now, and it appears that your emotional health has become something of a roller coaster.

Well, the best part about contacting you via mental email is that this is a one-way chat.

I chat and you can either take note of what I write, or just keep on riding that roller coaster.

For myself, being your Otherself and the observer of YourSelf, I am neither rolling, nor coasting.I am quite stationary really, although I do turn my mind's eye on you from time to time.

Lately, I have seen your auric field fluctuating like a bubbling pot, or perhaps more like red hot lava gurgling and splashing all over the place. I keep seeing flashes of incandescent reds and hues of orange and sometimes a little snippet of blue.

Now listen, Self, I am sure much of your up and down moodiness is because you are so worried about all those millions who took the jab, and most of them are either going to die suddenly, or die slowly, but die they will - and that bothers you a lot.

Anyway, Self, I know you don't ever want to publicly admit it, but I am convinced, having watched you for a long time now, that you have a soft heart. And a very hard head.

Your soft heart, which you all but deny the existence of, is really just a muscle, okay! It is just there to pump blood all over your body. That's all it does. Or so you think.

However, I have noticed your years of learning from different schools of thought, and you are fully aware that your heart also responds to the feelings of your soul. Did you know they share the same space?

I've seen you do your hard-hearted act far too often, and that probably accounts for the tachycardia and that ICU visit. Did you like that little video of your heart fluttering like it did when you met what's-her-name?

Whatever - I have seen you slip up occasionally when you are in one of those "in vino veritas" red wine and pipe-smoking moments, and you have told anyone who would listen that you really do love people.

People in general, that is, because you almost always say you're not much good at expressing personal love to another person. Your explanation for that is that you always used the term with an ulterior motive because you wanted something from them - usually a "her" if I recall correctly. Furthermore...

Let's get back on point Self.

It's all about the Evil Empire that you are all but mesmerized by; mesmerized by the almost overwhelming waterfall of information that inserts itself into your brain, all day, every day.

I tell you what, Self, it's time you stood back from yourself, and started to realize that you are not responsible for saving the world.

Not by yourself, anyway.

And you should know from your own experience, which was quite unique - but not unique at all - that when people die, they are not dead.

Remember that time you crashed your motorbike in an enduro and found yourself out in The Void? Remember you realized you were dead - or at least, you didn't have a body, but you were still conscious?

And then that rushing wind and hurtling down that tunnel of blue light and then a HUGE white light coming the other way, and you freaked out?

Remember how angry you were and how you used a profanity to God's face?

Not that you saw a face or anything, but you did scream "I'M NOT F#$@king FINISHED" - meaning you weren't finished the race...and then that moaning and groaning and you opened your eyes and you were back in your body.

Well, busted vertebrae didn't stop you getting back on your bike, but you sure didn't finish that enduro that day.

But here's the thing, Self.

You were dead, but not.

And that's the only consolation thought I can send you in this mental email.

Lots and Lots of people are going to be heading down that tunnel from now on, especially the jabbed ones. And that includes numerous members of your distant family.

Sad but true, Self...but the sadness is all yours.

I mean, your "death" wasn't a death at all, was it.

Your soul and spirit might be invisible to you, just as your aura is invisible to you - and to everybody else. But everybody has one of each, which means you are all a body, soul and spirit. It's the soul and spirit that are eternal. The body is just a temporary overcoat until it gets put back in the closet and you get another one.

Anyway, it's time for me to back off and let you make some choices.

You can either allow yourself to stay on that roller coaster, or just take a mental break.

Why not just have a smoke - a pipe or cigar or even a cigarette will do the trick. The nicotine will protect you from any shedding from the vaxed, or even the unvaxed who might have been shed on anyway. The nicotine hits a receptor site that stops that shit from getting into your system. Somer people use nictine patches and nthat works as well.

However, this is not medical advice. Go look it up for yourself. But stay the hell away from officialdom. They are the Evil Empire incarnate - though it won't be long before they're discarnate, and bloody good riddance.

Okay, enough said for now.

Do your best to make some wise choices for yourself.

As that old song says, "you gotta walk that lonesome valley, you gotta walk it by yourself..."

Not entirely true though.

There's always me, walking with you.

Who am I - You ask?

Good question Self.

I am your holy spirit.

In case that puzzles you, you should know that everybody has one - and a soul too; although you do have to wonder how the Evil Empire got theirs, and where the hell they will go, if you get my drift.

Now, back to your question, and me.

I like talking about myself, although you do find it hard to listen, and I'm not sure you'll even open this email.

Who am I?

Try this one.

I am the God within you.

I am the Life Force -

And you are Schroedinger's cat.

Do I have to do everything for you?

Go look it up yourself and figure it out.

Have a great day.