Letter 55

Dear Renelle,

Some of the thoughts skimmed off my brain (in a similar way as one would skim the surface of a swimming pool after a storm) are the product of many long (!) hours of nothing else to do but think about how I've both impacted/been impacted by events in my lifetime. 

That rather lengthy sentence reads back as coming across like a teacher or someone with a tremendous amount of knowledge, down to one without any--but the misfortune to be in a spot to read these words. So let me make clear some things, to the extent I'm able from the outset.

First, I don't consider myself to have a great deal of knowledge, only to have taken a different path than anyone able to read these words--different by at least an order of magnitude.

Before I get into the various places my chosen path led me, I'd like to be sure and include one of my "observations": isn't it odd that in the present modern technical age, that this could be pointed out using a pen and paper? Two things that are at least hundreds of years old, possibly much older--but now it's time to move forward.


From the earliest times I recall, I was certain I had little in common with those around me. Not sure how I knew. That, however, isn't germain to my point, so just accept it and read on, please. I fully realize that my methods of conveying my thoughts, ideas, and so forth could be taken as abrupt or condescending. That's by reason of the fact I'm an alien, and you are, too--truth be known. Shocked? You shouldn't be. Please read on, for I have much to convey to you before it's too late for me. 


I take a drug daily to keep me able to rise again in the days to come, that k-nocks me out deeply, and have to hurry. 


About being alien, I don't mean from other countries on the world we live, be it long or short. I personally come from an extreme distance--so far, it has yet to even be conceived by anyone; and at the same time, I'm already here. 


How is this possible? That's a very good and relevant question, to which all I have for an answer is the fact of being both here (and there) in the now. I'll be the first to say there are many things I cannot explain, but I know them to be true just the same. How I do is unclear to me now, but I do. 


Moving right along, stay with me no matter how little you think you understand about this now, for it will make sense eventually. In the same way I just know this information to be true, I know it's just not that critical to understand how all things relate to affect all other things.


You and I, we're beings made of stern stuff. Only our physical bodies age, sicken, and die--what we really are (mind and spirit) cannot be affected at all, by anything we can sense with our five senses. 

This startling revelation has been apparent to me since I was a child. I just didn't have the time to put it together, as I only caught fleeting glimpses of this essential truth. Hopefully, in the now, this has been more comforting, if a bit unreal. Lights off, nothing to see by to write further.

Now is the good part--actually putting this in the mail. First, though, it must pass under the censors' gaze. No telling what they'll make of it, but I can't keep who/what we are to myself any longer. Wish I had the chance to write more in-depth about this, but much is happening within--like static interference. Besides, if I empty out my Muse too soon, what will I do to keep sane for my remaining time?


Your multiplicitous friend,
James