I don’t like to be able to see so much… I still scare myself, after so many years.

I am a skeptic. A true scientist. I do what I do, but I observe it with a healthy dose of skepticism, because there is no reason I should know what I know, feel what I feel.

Being an empath is beyond reason. Very uncomfortable for a true scientist.

From time to time I feel stuff that is physical, non-subjective: it either happened or it didn’t. It is either true or it isn’t.

It takes a lot of courage to say it, publicly, where I can be found out as a fraud, a fake, an impostor I whould be, if there were only what is known to science.

Today, while I was pulling the cords, attachments, and bindings

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