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Out of Ordinary Stories
I rather not talk scholastically about generalities. I appreciate the value of quantification but I think every person is unique. Putting a label on something and even more so, on someone, is such a silly limitation… I prefer to speak from my experience and listen to personal experiences, they have more truth in them than any concepts and generalities. These personal reports are the kind I was looking for when transformation started happening to me. Words (English is my second language) may not contain the whole range of feelings a person has, but, they will offer you a taste, I hope.
2020 spring… right after the news the world is closing down
My living room, I have a guest. He’s telling...
I met Lory online. She had an eventful year, things were precipitating. Lory was talking, and talking,...
How could someone acknowledge that he/she is a vampire? Many don’t even know. The stories they tell themselves!…...
Metamorphosis is not easy. I was trying to think about someone who got to the next level while looking...
20 October 2020 is the day God came to Earth in the form of 82-year-old John Butler.
God – in a...
The Star, The Hermit and The World, all dancing in my bedroom. Red, comfortable, Primark pyjamas feeling...
There were a few times when I travelled in the space between awake and sleeping state. It is that moment...
Grannie was 85, 5 feet tall, 45 kilos, maybe. Grannie’s words were orders. Rodica, her daughter...
My first tarot reading for somebody I didn’t know – Cristina, a friend of Mari’s. Cristina...