When I think okay. With some people I can communicate psychically. Great. Awesome. Fun. No harm. None intended. Only love. Right. That’s how I genuinely feel….mostly. (I am still human; darnit🤪). But it’s no big deal. Everyone is psychic to.one degree or another. So whatevers. Right?
But then if I think that those psychic abilities lie in the spiritual world. Why am I only just now putting this together. I think I need to puke. Jeezus. Then it sounds crazy. But it isn’t. It really isn’t. Pass the bucket of popcorn; just make sure it’s empty this time. (Wow! .makes.me wonder if I’m listening to myself when I talk……mwahahahahahahahaha)….so just kidding.
I’m just trying to understand myself better. Every day is a new adventure.
God I love pot.