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Author's Preface
I am at the end of my unfathomable journey into the immaterial -- oops! -- the non-material plane. Furthermore, I've decided once and for all to go back to the real regular world. This despite all the inconsistencies, suffering and bullshit that exists therein. I doleave this manuscript for the sake of recording what I have experienced and what I havemade of it in my own mind. Of course, to underpin my decision to return to the material plane, I made a point of creating a
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manuscript, although for practical purposesactual parchment and a quill were unavailable due to my current noncorporeality.There exist two possibilities for who you as the reader might be. The first possibility is aninhabitant of the material plane, in which case most fortunate are you! Or perhapsunfortunate -- it's not for me to judge. I imagine that you will probably consider this textan excellent source for some exotic form of clinical psychosis: after all, it's in the first person! What non-material plane? you might ask, how could this be? and two verylegitimate questions these are. However I certainly do not ask for anyone to suspend their disbelief, let alone actually believe me or anything like that. For reasons that will becomeclear, it may be better for you to consider my work as the raving of a lunatic. It wouldstill be of enormous interest, I think, in terms of questioning how you look at the materialworld. If you do come to Realise, then I guess it's all the better, for you have the chanceof seeing many of my troubles and pre-empting them lest they become yours too. Thesecond possible type of reader is an inhabitant of the Otherly realm. If this is you, you'lldefinitely have no trouble believing me. It is empathy and understanding that you arelikely to lack. After all, my departure will probably be remembered for a long time. Whydid she leave? will be asked. I want this lenthy epistle of mine to be an explanation -- nota defence for I need not defend myself against anyone or anything -- as to why I left andas to why you may perhaps raise the very same questions about your plane of existencethat I raise. And perhaps opt for change.I'm shit scared. I'm scared of what may happen. I know there won't be total amnesia -- it'snot like the Matrix or some simplistic scenario where I can just take the red pill or beneatly placed into the "real" world. It will be more gradual and painful. My memory of my experience won't be erased completely (and I don't want it to be), but that 'twill fadeis a certainty. I hope it won't combine with wherever I end up in life to develop into a jadedness, because this is NOT why I'm leaving. Mine is a positive step, not away fromthe horror of spiritualism and eternal life but towards the blessed promise of down-to-earthness. With a hint of nihilism thrown in for fun.I'm also scared of the loose ends of my life. Pesky, practical stuff. There's the necessity of leaving my dear husband once I return into his arms. I'll still remember him, andobviously he me. What will that do? And what about my memory of Greg? I know I hada plan to manage it but things could still go wrong. But I get ahead of myself anddigress... To put a personal reference to the way I'm feeling now, the scriptorium is coldand my thumb aches. That I have currently no body with which to be cold nor any placeto be cold in, (nor a thumb for that matter) matters not, for I feel it as intensely as can beexperienced.I apologise for the defects of the writing. This is neither a philosophical dialogue nor ascientific explanation nor an account of my feelings and relationships because my
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