Some of this fucking journey has been so dang amazing that I'm gonna be sizzling with disappointment if I can't go back in time and see some of my greatest hits.
I'd be so RELIEVED if someone had been keeping notes on any of my crap. I don't even think it would be outside the possibility and have a ton of moments when my version of things means there was.
One of my favorite times I'd be relieved is if my cell phone only went to handlers and somewhere there's a log of weirdos keeping a book of all my texts like compassionate spies who would rather my notes not get lost than to worry if I'd care someone was looking.
I feel like my real experience and how I've been sharing it one to one with people along the way has been really profound.
I like the Paradigm where a team of science nuts went through my house and notes looking to see if I had some secrets worth recording and collected their data on a weekend I was gone with friends. This Paradigm also casts my ex-husband as a handler more than a husband. I dunno, but I feel like escaping a handler is a tiny bit easier to face than losing a best friend. Maybe it's just one of those denials.
The telepathy thing is wild. If I'm all telepathic and have all these superpowers and someone wasn't watching me, then I'd perhaps be a little more worried about how protected I am. It's awesome that I have guides and guardians and angels and am one... but dang -- the idea that I could be like a sitting duck with superpowers is a weird Paradigm.
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