Are you waiting for them?  but i didn’t see myself as waiting—i was actively doing something most of the time, i didn’t believe that Christ was going to come to earth and reign over us, and i didn’t believe that this was just a dream before waking up in heaven.  the things i was […]

     That was fast   and, indeed, applying wave properties to my thoughts could get a little tedious at times—but so could everything that involved a learning curve.  We want, don’t we, to speak German instantaneously, something that I spent a few years on (taking a three hour class once a week) while learning almost nothing. 

     I was playing with a characteristic amplitude that might serve as a password or a pin that i could use when i wanted to check my messages others intended strictly for us.  For example, I could hear Ursula saying something (that I’ll keep private for safety reasons), and I turned up the sound, so

     I’d been getting better results—and i might be more willing to listen to Ursula in real life—if i didn’t project her voice all the time.  So I decided I could use Ursula’s voice mainly in the time that we were writing, and, when doing other things, I could use my voice alone—or even go

     What about that?  “they stack,”   that’s encouraging  but i’m here for the remix—not the new stuff   and so, it occurred to me:  “We’ll be everybody’s first family,” but that got shot down like a bat out of heck, meaning, specifically,  i know what I want to do next   which was what?  Surf!  She must’ve

     You can’t do that   but i needed a little clarification—was she and or they saying that I couldn’t do something, and getting some pleasure, or sense of relief, out of it?  What couldn’t I do?  Love a woman?  Love a man?  Both?  Neither.  I was in the dark.  She said she was talking about

     As I regulated my breathing, and did my best to tune in, I found myself reluctant to ask: how are you doing?  Or something like that.  I didn’t want a conversation with Ursula—I wanted to write this book; i wanted to read the emails she sent me, and compute what, in the future, people

     The love i felt for Ursula, my small obsession, seemed to wane with the absence of desire—it was as if every modicum of desire, spark, or chemistry, was beginning to wane.  She was also rising up through the democratic ranks—and i don’t know if this had anything to do with it.  But it wasn’t

     What was the world up to?  So superman was supposed to go to some climate summit in Jack Daniels’ place—an affront to Jack Daniels, who declined to go, and people, I think, were worried that if they accepted this man, superman, and allowed for his input, then they’d face retribution.  I wanted Ursula for

     I can’t tell you how relieved i was: something was happening all around me; relieved of what?  that Jesus was coming?  Or not?  Frankly i thought Jesus was actually a person from the other side that was experiencing fatigue, and, to make things right, he was going to drive human history to a precipice—he