I was chatting on another page about how my grandma always finds me in my dreams. I don't know how, but them spooks know where you are all the time. Seems space, and time is another deal in the other realm.
Even my Dog from my childhood, "Brownie" found me.
We chatted in a "dream". I asked him if we were in "Dog Heaven?" He told me to stop being so Catholic.
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I get the impression that on the inner planes, space either doesn’t exist or is instantly traversible. Maybe you can fold it, as in “A Wrinkle in Time.” So the dead are always with us, and the will of the mage is not impeded by distance.
Tonight in an old box I found some documents written to me by a long lost boyhood friend. He became an actor, and was starting to get film roles - in big movies, ones you’ve seen. Then he died. He was half the age I am now.
Z
He has been in your dreams,...remembered or not.
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