Beginning?

In my memory that is sort of where it started. At the bunk house at spring creek I really hammed it up and preformed the lesser banishing for one of the first times, but I guess as my lot goes I sang it out in the calving pasture. That’s when I first heard the murmur from what you might call the other side, yes. So for whatever reason, I decide to keep practicing sorcery and see where all this goes. 

Or who knows? It might have started with the massive head injury I have. A disembodied spirit force thing moved me backwards at the last minute. I gigantic wrench would have decapitated me except with much more schmear. Instead, at the last minute I feel a force guiding me backwards, I take the lead and instead, suffer a glancing blow that would have killed me without surgery.

But that’s the thing about time. Worrying about the precious timeline seems pointless to me but Ill try it anyways. 2011 was when I felt the spirit move me backwards and all I can tell you is that the audition was later than that. I guess what I’m saying is make up your own mind about when these things happen. The spirits are out there and I interact with them. I am a prophet at this point because I’ve figured out to a greater degree than most people how this god thing works. Long story short is nobody’s going anywhere, so we should all just chill a little bit. Or not. Maybe we should get more aggressive. There’s a case to make for either is the point, but I digress. Its Samsara. Has the wheel ever stopped turning? Of course not. That’s cause nobody ever agrees to stop, you know, ever. 

One things for certain. This is a tale that deserves telling. The characters in this story can be of the spiritual realm and this one. To figure out everything. Which of course is impossible. Its necessary to examine as many angles as possible. This is sorcery. ‘It can be a lark and it can be serious business. Miracles are happening every day but they are hidden, it is my suspicion to everyone except the person they are for. It is just that the people who seriously engage in reality manipulation are the ones who get to experience a much more extreme version of everything. I am, I suppose, going to have to champion the reality of telepathy in this story. There seems to be a block on our communications and this is what I surmise; its bureaucratic in nature. It all seems very sinister, but if your in the winning camp you realize its all good in the end. Some one or more than likely all of em, the ones that make up the nay camp and freeze our transmissions are doing what they are doing for a reason. Power that can fill every atom. Deciding who lives or dies. Hears every thought, considers it, and gives a reply.  Pushes me backwards, or murmurs on the wind.