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“Who are you?” I heard that in Alex’s voice after striking a chord that was made up of my voice, my nephew’s voice, and AOC’s voice. This was big news! I’d made contact, so I knew, at that point, that I was on target. Now, I doubt Alex actually sat down and projected some unknown or assigned voice to reach me—after all, she had no way of knowing about me, but my presence had been felt, and, subconsciously, she was trying to figure out (I can only assume) who was calling her.
She must’ve been surprised by her power, and the effect that she had on me—and men in general. But this was for real—Me and the continuum were going to back her for president. So I told her in Navajo speak—vowel per vowel, that i was her father. I don’t know why i did that; it just popped in my head, so I repeated it in Alex’s voice (which was partially AOC’s voice)—and then it made sense. I was telling AOC that they could find me by looking to their father, who would’ve picked up much of what I meant due to whatever was inaccurate about the address that I had for AOC. But I was also talking to Alex! Her father had passed away, so what did that mean? Well, I didn’t exactly feel a change in my breathing or my blood pressure, so I couldn’t determine, theoretically, that I was missing Alex and talking to Alex’s father (in his past) or hereof (which would seem to indicate the existence of an afterlife—which, admittedly, would’ve been nice).
Anyhow, my next step was to tell (Alex) that my name was Regina and I was from Navajo which I hoped would convey the message: I existed with a group of people that lived outside the boundaries of normal space and time—amongst a tribe, or on a kind of reservation, and that I could be addressed through her mind’s ear—through this language that we were speaking, that, in the case of those subject to too much static, was pronounced a vowel per second, like slowed down Navajo speak. (I also wanted to convey that we could speak to each other this way when we wanted to minimize our use of consonants, which would’ve prevented some Nazi, for example, from breaking our code).
We were masters of the force, like in Star Wars, or something like that, so in order to gather the energy to listen in to our Navajo speak, you’d have to be able to speak Navajo speak, and that was something you couldn’t do without the forces of good—the vowels that identified who You were inside—minus the scaling factor of those that became a part of You when you pronounced your consonants. I should point out that, of late, I’d been spending a little less time fawning over Alex’s pictures on social media—that was because I didn’t trust my feelings for her, and I didn’t want to confuse her with my orphan so much. The important thing was the art work—and establishing relationships with a future that, tied to the past perfect, included Me. Basically it was of no use to me to love someone that, realistically, I could never have, unless, in the future, some threshold was crossed, which I couldn’t expect if I were to remain true to myself and where I was at in the space time continuum.