I feel like I’m on a dark train taking me to my own hell. I’ve been combating the illusions of becoming vigilant in this whole process. I feel as though my imagination sort of gets ahead of me. You’ve always said to turn my imagination into premonitions whether it’s good or bad. I’ve been given it some thought and I suppose that’s a good way for me to walk the path of growth. What if the bad is criminal and goes again my moral code? I guess I can just learn how not to venture down that path. Anyway, I dream of wealth. It’s so close that I can taste it. I know that you’ve told me once to not follow my dreams, instead pull them into reality. A fool chases dreams, a visionary brings it to life.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.