Who Am I?
All day today I have been "talking" with my guide. I'm not sure whether it is Steven. I really am not sure who it is except to say it is me . In fact, I am talking to him in my mind as if he was always there, always a part of me. Like an old friend who I have not seen in a while and am catching up with. I haven't had this frequent of communication with my guide in many, many years. It is odd but then again, it isn't. It started this morning, well more like last night. I slept wonderfully. A deep, restful sleep but dream-filled. Lots of conversations and traveling in my dreams. I distinctly remember talking with a man and either discussing the Japanese language or talking in Japanese (maybe both?). We were in a library-like setting. I can barely remember the warm, inviting feeling of books on shelves. In front of me was a white board. A sentence was written. I remember correcting the sentence, as if I were a teacher and he the student. I was asked to read it...