Probably the worst aspect of surviving such an onslaught as that wreaked by broadcasters and stars upon my life is being treated like a criminal. It's bad enough to suffer such a personal blow as the massive fraud committed with my music and poetry, but to heap the unjust image of a culprit on top of it is truly sadistic. The media has been making their victim look like the bad guy now for a long time. Their victim is now past fifty and he was still in his thirties when they started on him. He was supposed to die from their abuse to preserve their image and it seems that if they can't kill him with this kind of crime in the first twenty years, they're still allowed to keep trying.
They mustn't think long about ultimate truth and the immortality of the soul. I think about it all the time. A library DVD caught my eye yesterday, Edge of Dreaming, about the kind of information the unconscious mind is capable of producing. I've already told you all about my precognitive nightmares right? I swear by them. Well, this Scottish scientist and mother also had such dreams. First her horse sent her a telepathic goodbye in her dream on the night it died. Then her late former husband told her in a dream that she was going to die when she was forty-eight. And remember what I said about seeing the future? We are helpless against prophesy. To top it off, I watched this feature with my big headphones and the background score is very intense in places. I knew she was a goner and I felt so sorry for her children, especially her precocious little daughter, still so young. Sure enough, she immediately came down with fibromyalgia and the doctor had to poke her in the lung with an ice pick or she couldn't breathe. By the last five minutes of the film, this proud scientist was reduced to visiting a shaman and I couldn't watch any more. What a tear jerker. But it shows how powerful our dreams can be.
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