Zebra Crossings Project
During a recent flare, I realized more was going on with me than I thought. I have also come to the conclusion that stretching myself too thin is no longer an option. I live here on borrowed time, after all. The clinical Near Death Experience in 2002 that took me to a world unfamiliar to humans, and to a Council I had no idea existed, should have been enough to instil this. All I could do was try to work out exactly where I went, why and who and what I am. It became my obsession. Whatever my mission, whatever the Council wiped from memory so I wouldn't botch everything, I reasoned, it was impossible until I at least knew who I was. Talk about an identity crisis! Imagine assuming there are Heaven, Hell and astral realms only to find that isn't true and switching between forms in a strange place ... then, later coming back here knowing you aren't human and wondering what the hell is going on. You have to un-mess yourself well enough to move forward without being enraged by ...
