My local doctor (only one in this small town) decided I had cancer, so he sent me on a wild goose chase into the city, driven by my personal assistant, ready at will. It turned out to be a lovely day. I saw new developments in Glenpool (including a Wal-Mart-Ugh!) and along Hwy 75. I saw a marvelous collection of original oil paintings in the oncologist’s waiting room. Not motel art, but not famous either. I loved them. The oncologist (who had already studied all the labs done by my doctor) took another blood sample for good luck, and assured me I need not worry. I did not have cancer or anything else, but arthritis (not unusual for 70), and so I left lifted somewhat in mood.
From the NDE literature and the reincarnation technical tracts by Prof. Ian Stevenson, I must say, I am quite ready and am looking forward to it. Death. It is a shame that PSI is a forbidden science, not in the textbooks, or the major media, or even in most bookstores. Almost certainly not much available in the library. Maybe something will jog the muse, but right now I am not working on anything.
Send me questions!
Dr.H.