Some posts form chapters in the story "Transformations".
To follow it in chronological order, begin with Glenn.
 
Peter on August 17th, 2010

I’m not sure when the call first whispered to my heart. The voice, that unwelcome voice, the siren of burden. “You know what you need to do,” she said. Why me? Why couldn’t I just go through life with normal goals and aspirations? A good job. A loving relationship. A family. Weekend barbecues among loved [...]

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Peter on April 22nd, 2009

So I wonder at myself, again. I wonder when will I choose to live? Yes. I’m alive, I’m manifest in this corporeal form. I made that choice before I had a body to live in. I’m here, asking this question, because I made the choice to be alive. But I haven’t yet made the decision [...]

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Tweet on April 15th, 2009

We are not sinful, shameful human creatures who have to somehow earn Spirituality. We are Spiritual Beings having a human experience. ~ Robert Burney

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Petan on April 12th, 2009

It’s not that I float. That indicates the possibility of falling, and there is none. It’s not that I have a position in space. There is no space. It’s not a dimension, or a plane of existence that I exist in. These are all concepts of a physical manifestation, and there is nothing physical about [...]

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Jane on April 11th, 2009

I tried to make him understand. Tried so hard to give him the images and emotions of my experience.  His subconcious is so powerful. It resisted, turned it into a dream about being in a jeep chased by a dinosaur through a jungle. A nightmare, for sure, but not the nightmare I’d lived out, not [...]

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Peter on April 11th, 2009

The memory is of my girlfriend, Corinne, tied to a tree in her backyard. She’s naked. I can’t remember how she’s responding to this, but I don’t recall any negative feelings about it. It’s playful, until her mother calls to her from inside the house. I quickly release the bonds, a plastic skip rope, and [...]

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Peter on April 10th, 2009

Summers in New Hampshire provide a teenager with blissfully warm weather and an abundance of distractions from the boredom that seems to accompany the day-to-day existence of the young. There were the streams in which I’d fish for trout, and the marinas filled with pickerel, and Weirs Beach with its small mouth bass. My father’s [...]

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