Somewhere Only We Know
2019-05-27 - 6:48 p.m.

After my car accident, I spent three days staring at a hospital ceiling, unable to sleep, with specific instructions not to move. I had broken a sternum, a cranium, five ribs, roughly a dozen vertebrae, and one vertebrae was almost completely pulverized. The windshield folded and impaled itself in my skull, but only skin deep. I communicated to the ambulance that I was having difficulty breathing, but they didn’t give me oxygen and generally ignored me, other than to confirm that I was fully conscious. Surprisingly, I sustained no nerve damage, and after the spinal surgeons replaced some of my bits with titanium, I seem not to have lost any flexibility or range of motion. Although I’m not opposed to entertaining the idea that the vertebrae that was most severely damaged was the one that Benjamin L’s soul was tied to, I really don’t know if that damage was caused by the soul being forcibly removed. The reaper takes one soul; no more and no less. Although I felt “incomplete” after the accident, it was probably just the after-image from having gotten used to walking around with two souls. I moved in with my parents for a while, who had conveniently moved to Massachusetts a few weeks before my accident. In January, I gifted the fractional-soul-infused amulet to Meghan, which effectively makes her immortal because she will be slightly over the 1-soul threshold. She has a child that needs additional attention; if anyone deserves to be immortal, it’s a single mother that doesn’t have a lot of people in her life she can rely on. I was straightforward with her about it originally being intended as a gift for Lindsay, and that we separated before it had finished congealing. Lindsay would have hung it on her dresser and never worn it; at least this way someone might actually get use out of it. Giving it up was symbolic of both my willingness to let go of my connection to Lindsay, and simultaneously my willingness to let go of my own immortality. I don’t think it would be responsible of me to hunt down and eat another soul… one extra soul was enough for me for one lifetime, though it was a good experience while it lasted. When next the reaper comes again, I will go in peace and understanding. As a sidenote: Jason N once told me that he had instilled as many as FIVE souls into clay beads that he wore on a single piece of jewelry, but I’m not sure what happened to him. The more immortal one is, the more risks they are likely to take. While attending church services with my parents, I stumbled into an encounter with a faith healer from Batswanna that was able to “fill” my remaining soul, restoring me to the energy level I’ve become accustomed to. This puts me in a bit of an odd situation, because I cannot deny that I was healed by a servant of Christ, but I’m not really a follower myself. I’m sure there are ways to show my gratitude, but until that debt is paid, I think I’ll feel guilty for having been given a gift that was far more valuable than what I have currently given back to the Church. The congregation at my parent’s new church is… unique, to say the least. They had a recent falling out, and their numbers were significantly reduced, but of those that remained, a disproportionate amount of them have higher than normal levels of soul-energy. From what I can tell, they have received no organized training and only one woman (in her early 40s) seems to publicly recognize this gift; the others (whether they are gifted or not) quietly assume that she is crazy. So even though they may be curious to explore this aspect of themselves in a private setting, social pressures and interactions generally prevent them from doing so. They will occasionally participate in actual prayer (not just saying that they will pray for something, as is common with religious types). Another woman (in her late 90s) is extremely powerful but she’s on the spectrum of incoherent to senile in standard social situations, so she is also generally dismissed by the group. The conversations of the congregation (outside of the official sermons) tend toward John Wellesley and how he was separated from his church for believing that people had the power to heal people through faith.

First day of my new life, reborn in the state of Virginia (19feb2019). Getting paid much too much to tell people what they want me to tell them. I untagged myself and deleted my facebook data in 2018 when I began looking for contractor jobs. However, back in oct2017, I had messaged Lily about a song she did for an advert back in the day. I didn’t expect to get a message back. As such, I completely botched the response, and did not end up having tea with prominent pop stars.

General Mattis resigned as of 28feb2019, and it’s generally understood that Turkey bribed the US into pulling troops out of Syria so that they could conduct a mass genocide of the Kurds. What’s the term for one step more involved than complicit? “Accomplice”? I read somewhere that CHAOS is an acronym for Colonel Has Another Outstanding Suggestion. You will be missed.

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