I didn’t know what to say at first when I was confronted by a thought—the conductor of a train, a young man, in Alaska, that told us about the history of the region over the microphone and then showed his face and posed the question:  “Does the voice match the face?”       So I […]

     it’s a painstaking process—turning dark to light, and basically saying, in short, that your going to control your breathing and pay attention to your body while you measure the seconds with your natural voice for consonants and Anna Karenina’s voice for vowels.  So we were going to accept them and also the other parts

     i wasn’t feeling up to much of anything, and McCord wasn’t either.  So I asked myself what, after all, was getting me down?  Was it the futility of trying to speak telepathically with evil defined?  As for everybody else, I was getting the basic questions:  Anna Karenina was asking me what I wanted, and

     Then I heard Hitler’s voice saying, “Nein, Nein, Nein!”  Well, I wasn’t in his body, at this point, so it wasn’t me saying that; I didn’t see how it could be Hitler, either, since you had to be good—and connected to good in the future (where only good survives), so it must have been

5      “Who are you?”  I heard that in Anna’s voice after striking a chord that was made up of my voice, my nephew’s voice, and Anna Karenina’s voice.  This was big news!  I’d made contact, so I knew, at that point, that I was on target.  Now, I doubt Anna actually sat down and

     suddenly i didn’t want to shift into Hitler or Jack Daniels’ body anymore; however, because of my risperidone, I might find myself, at times, shifting a little anyhow:  sometimes goodness isn’t an option—it’s required, which, you may remember from a Sunday school class, is what the devil wanted for everybody.  He wanted us to

     I can hear people talking, somebody said in Jack Daniels’ brain—it sounded kind of like Anna Karenina, but it wasn’t Anna Karenina, and it wasn’t the voice I’d assigned to Anna, either, which was part Anna Karenina and part the voice of some internal narrator I had on default half the time—a voice I

     What was McCord up to?  Was he going to shift into Blondi’s (Jack Daniels’ wife’s) brain?  Or was there more that he could do with Eva to relieve suffering in our futures?  I asked him about it when I told him where I’d been, and he said that he’d had two shifts—one with Eva

     Everybody wants eternal life: getting around death is the driving force for everybody; for most of us that means we refuse to think about it—we ignore it, and, in our youth, especially, act like, yes, in fact, we’re so important that we’ll never die—we don’t account for our older personhood.  A little Pervitin, no

     After a little time passed, I found myself hearing myself using a voice that was a combination of an internal voice that I seemingly used all the time and Anna Karenina’s voice—a voice I designated as having come from the future.  I defined that person to be the real Anna Karenina—the present living and