I have always believed that I came into this life for a purpose, a mission (and no, not a mission from God etc.) and I have tried to stay true to that.
Although I am often mocked and belittled for it, I also believe that there do exist people who are masters in the art of telepathy. People who are not dead or residing in some alien universe somewhere or some imaginary place called “heaven”. People who can actually successfully tutor, reach, and work with others at great distances.
I have had absolute faith in several such people.
And so, as we come upon something of a “final battle” here in North Idaho, poised on the brink of losing literally everything, home and hearth – I find myself wanting to make at least some sort of record of these precious last days, the kind where faith, loyalty and love are tested in the most extreme of ways.
There will be no middle ground of what emerges. Either I will have placed my faith well, or I have not.
If I have not, perhaps I deserve the juggernaut that is lined up like successive nuclear bombs poised to go off in perfect unopposed destruction. But, if my faith is real, if my faith is deserved? Then something quite different is about to happen.
Whether I fall or whether I “fly” free of all that would chain me down, there is one thing I know for sure.
I have no regrets.