…….I need access to the other side, I’ll be much obliged, they can throw their bones, and say their poems in my garage; I have questions and vexations, that’s hard to penetrate with mere meditations. A glimpse only leaves me in suspense, hence, I need to talk to a mystic and master of the elements, something more than mere smarts, someone who can see through the blinds of space and time, and can read the ripple effects set in motion when god flinched for the first time. I have questions; set in on many sessions, even been baptized. Life has given me many tries, hard to let go of my earthly ties, I would settle for that deal Cruise got in vanilla sky’s, but what happens when the body dies, a breach in contract in disguise.