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The Universe in You Thoreau describes, the spectator. To me,
“The mysterious grows more mysterious that was my higher self, the true me, the

at times.” sum of all my parts, my totality, and the
‘’However intense my experience, I am one who I credit with having agreed to
conscious of the presence and criticism of a this collaboration with Henry and Brad

part of me, which, as it were, is not a part in the first place. The trouble for me was
of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, that I, as puppet, often lacked faith in

but taking note of it, and that is no more the I that was my puppet master. So, no
I than it is you. When the play, it may be matter how consistent and reliable the
the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator communications with Thoreau were and

goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a no matter how many times I was reassured,
work of the imagination only, so far as both by him during the transmissions,

he was concerned. This doubleness may and by the psychics who I sometimes
easily make us poor neighbors and friends consulted for a “reality check” along the
sometimes.’’ way, I continued to wonder whether what

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden (1854) I was experiencing could be considered
real at all. Still, it went on, and each day

As the months went by and the that I sat at my computer connecting with
transmissions continued, I became more spirit, I allowed myself to venture deeper
aware of that part of me that was, as into their realm. I would become totally

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