A young man driving a very expensive vehicle towards safety found himself in the dark.
Time was of the essence. He had little time, and it became worth more the less there was of it.
Joey looked over to his passenger because he heard that she had stopped coughing.
He heard Nothing.
Again.
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Tellesco navigated the heavy hearse through the rain squall which pummeled the roof like the sound of hooves on an iron tomb.
He saw flashes of light spinning up and around in the rearview mirror like a dancer at a rave. Glow sticks burn bright and spin fast, but they always fade.
These ones simply went
out.
I saw them as well. I turned back to him and said, “Hey, where are you heading?”
He hollered back at me, even though I was right up close to his shoulder. “I have no idea!”
Great.
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Sean entered the cave of the moon, and he left.
He left all of us.
He left himself.
When you go on a walk, when you partake of a drumming journey ceremony, when you leave your body, there is one thing that you must remember.
You must remember to not stray too far.
If you do, you may lose your way.
If you lose your way, then your body can become a portal.
Someone, or something else may enter this portal.
Your body is a vessel, a container, a holder for what is You.
There are things out there waiting for this opportunity.
These are known as “Walk-Ins.”
Walkins.
These can walk into your container, and they will take over your body.
It is like someone else is steering the car, the ship, the aircraft.
You will not be you any longer.
Sean was not himself any longer.
He was no where to be Seen.
And that is what we will talk about in the next chapter.
It kinda matters.
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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