I chase shadowy spines along the panelling on my wall and drift in and out of my dreams of the night before, occasionally 'sampling souls' with Mr. Kilbey, a particularly rewarding encounter as I experience all his different aspects, both now and forever &emdash; there is no past and future here. It's like that old saying of how one is directly above the centre of the Earth at all times &emdash; it's the same thing with us &emdash; we are always linked to the Core of Creation &emdash; it's just a matter of zero-filtration really. It's so easy for me to lose myself and this time I am consciously 'dragging him down with me,' showing him that the lesson has indeed been kicked in. Very well I might add. I'm sure he knows. ESP and LSD and whatever else is going on, not only neuro-psychically, but spiritually.

When I listened to "Sisters" I cried, realizing that I am not (as recently pondered) mad! After all, there is no empirical evidence, just soul. And my cat Jasmin. It's funny how for a moment I thought I saw Karen, alive at age 27, on a southbound train today.