I sit at the waters edge and pray. Listen and chat really more accurate descriptions. I was always under this impression that talking to God(s) would be this sublime moment and the clouds would part and some celestial being would ride out of the Heavens on a cloud.

In reality it’s not much different then a conversation you and I would have. They sit with me. Whisper to me. They speak in words, feelings, impressions, visions. These days I find myself smiling and whispering my answers aloud. It makes me fear sometimes that I am losing my mind. I suppose, in a sense, that I am. Losing the old mind, or maybe rediscovering the old one.


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