The spirit world allowing itself to be seen, ironic that it requires closed eyes to envision a mental scene. There isn't much detail in the surroundings, a glimpse given me - very quickly I will remember the faces, and the mood they were portraying. As long as those spirits pass by the keyhole I'm looking through, not quite panoramic, there's more blind spots than I like to admit to. Retelling the experience never includes the mundane details. How would I elevate over another if not better at things we all can do? Or, at least the story is more condusive to my ego. Better is a self label never really shared in opinion by any two people. Just like a remote view.
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