Ten-twelve weeks.

My God! My god god amighty. Where have I been? What have been doing? What have I been about? No way possible my journey is the same as yours. Yet over the past few weeks I have become so conscious of our vitally close psychic connection - That JESUS CHRIST! Ah yes. My trip, my path, the adventure what calls everybody for themselves L.I.F.E. has been more incredibly phenomenal than can be conceived. From the pits of hell to the tips of heaven, itself...I've seen, and experienced "wonders." My mind, consisting of thoughts, ideas, concepts - ego...pictures, views, and visions has hit upon a vein of Spiritual Gold so rich that when liquified and poured upon us, will transform humanity from nearly inevitable total destruction to glories undreamed of. I have seen and witnessed the answers. They are there. They exist. They are real. Not rhetoric. I've seen ways - THE WAY - to reach the other shore. These ways have to be, must, need to be taken for what they are worth and used as they must, as people see the necessity for them at the proper time. The answers are scientific and will lift the scientific community with all its different opinions, doubts, uncertainties, and questions to see with a common vision the clearly perfect way to solve the problems Earth faces right now. I only ask to be allowed to persue my own little research project as I do and have for 45 years or more - mostly in the consciousness of my head; with perhaps the deference due as may be given an eccentric old man, a loner, recluse, miser, and ecletic artist so far as strangers are concerned. I want to proceed with "God's Plan" - - for surely I am not it's author (!!!!????!!!!) mostly writing here from home, now tending my dad in his aged condition, caring for my most beloved wife, an invalid, and as I go shopping, housekeeping, cooking, laundering and taking care of my advanced lung cancer, hypomanic schizophrenia, jane's deep depression, and dad's excruciating pains of 75 years maybe run into a crack whore or two in the streets out here who might take pity on me and talk face to face a few minutes once a week, should I be lucky. Glory to God.