Friday, May 16, 2003

Thunder Storm

Last night's thunder storm was fierce. The lightening cracked like a whip. It sounded like it was just above my head. I'm sitting in my bed on the second floor. The crack raised the hair on the back of my neck. When the flash and the crack is simultaneous I am the most alarmed, I jumped. It is deafening; I feel as though some Being is tearing the heavens in two. It's as though a huge sheet of metal has been ripped through it's length.

I know I've had previous lives. I have proof. First of all, I'm exhausted.