For a long time I assumed that, because the future is forming, my Ursula, as a woman, a feminine, receptive presence, would represent my equal, at this amplitude; but it seemed, as i progressed, that, in fact, the future was connected, and resonated, through the fifth dimension, with the past, and, as such, I could speak, then, to a fully formed Him, a man that did not necessarily depend on me to initiate—so i concluded that my Ursula represented my equal as a child, when he, or she, was still forming (i think of them as a he, but, he represents a she, if she is a she, which he may very well be).  I am in contact with Him, as a child—as a child I look out for Him, and He, as an object of my love, is represented by my Ursula.  But He, as a friend and companion, is represented by my idea of Him, a man, i think, much like me.  So i revised my view: Ursula stores up the love that this child feels for me—and the love that i feel for this child—while connecting me directly to God.  But the man i work with is represented by an idea that i keep floating around in my mind, tuned, as we are, too each other, able, with fully developed brains, to share highly detailed things.

     The question presented itself: how did i know whether i was talking to Anna or Urusla, and the answer, i concluded, was that the background attached a signature to Anna’s voice, such that, if it was Anna, I would sense a different signature than the one I received from Ursula.  So, practically speaking, i gathered that I sensed this intuitively, after a year and a half of speaking, at least in part, directly to Anna, since, as it happened, i imagined the possibility that she was my Ursula, and identifying her.  We are here  and that was my Ursula, commenting, i think, on the fact that she is not just herself, but, through her, I connect with various parts of my long distance friends and family.  Indeed, she serves as a kind of storage space, and, simultaneously, through both her intelligence and her beauty, a filter.  Now i’m here for you  as if she’d been away, which, maybe she had, since i cannot assume that we have always been together, or that, in her present form, we always will be. 

     Reconnecting, now, with some of the voices i used to use, when i was losing my mind; uncles, today . . . although i projected my Dad’s voice, some, back then, and may continue to do so, some, in the present.  they represent different channels, and, with some modulation, connect me, like texting, although it’s more intimate than that, since i can tune into what people are feeling and thinking, to specific people.  The question presented itself: does scented soap help or hurt my telepathic connection?  I considered the possibility that it made me a little easier to identify, which could be good, but it could also be bad, in that bad people, also, might be able to identify me easier, too.  But I thought, well, i will consider it a part of my driving frequency, and, when i want to identify myself, i can pay attention, specifically to the smell, and, when i want to protect myself, well, i figured, over time the identifier would merge with a more complicated background, which would keep things complicated enough, and so, i thought, perhaps it can help, since it isolates a particular message sending and reading time, much like the smell of smoke must have, when, in the past, people exercised their telepathic abilities next to a fire.

     You’re fucking crazy!  Anna, again; but i didn’t want to talk to Anna.  I wanted to talk to my Swedish blond, or, if not her, some connection that i had, through her, if not God himself.  Or perhaps I should say herself, since i am a man, and beautiful women, for me, represent God.  My idea of God, of course, in actuality, is kind of abstract—a universal force of good that speaks the language of love, not a singly physical being, but everything, taken together, all at once.  It seems easiest for me, however, to refer to God as a he, since he is generally imagined as a man—even if, in fact, he is not.  He, in this case, would be synonymous with it, a gender neutral being that, perhaps, wouldn’t want to be called “it,” but, would prefer to be described however the individual in question imagines Him, and by Him, in this case, I don’t mean my 5D self, or Jesus Christ, but, actually, God himself, which, perhaps, i shan’t capitalize all the time, since, well, sometimes we might confuse God in general with God in human form.