2001-11-04 - 4:15 p.m.

and I'd never felt sickness, or pain- to that extent. I assimilated yours.

Once again I was aware of the Christbody... begging God to end it. I don't want this. Let me be like the rest. as the rest. I can no longer bear this.

The cells were falling to thermal death. As was the Self.

I continue to die.. and I know you can't provide salvation. Do we possess concern? Yet we shed tears with Ginsberg and partook in recripocal touch...

Maybe the other willed energies can follow us Seraphim.