Hello Notes,

I feel that time has escaped us, so much time, yet we talk daily.

As you can probably see, I am alert but full of doubt. I know what I’m doing but I don’t. There’s so much going on and it all feeds into these creative visions that I’ve had over the years. I don’t like it at all. But what if it’s real and not my imagination. It’s seems crazy that I’ve cancelled the idea of racism from my head, that we are so petty that the color of our skin or religion brings about such horror.

And why do I feel that I have this voice, the authority to speak the way I do from my pen or even from lips. I am no one. A broken fool, without a home but I am home, aren’t I.

I am confused but I feel guided

I am frightened but feel strongly

I feel foolish but wise

How is this, am I acting out a show in my head, am I witnessing a vision first hand. Will I wake from this terrible nightmare.

And what about them, am I really communicating with others… Or am I being led into a cult.

*Human Michael, you are fine and all that you see is real. Take your time, you are strong and equally wise. It is why we chose you. I am so very proud of you. Hold on Human Michael.