My life has experienced tummult and turmoil in the past few years. In June of 2005 I ended a twelve year relationship with a woman whom I thought I loved deeply. I have found over the past three and one half years that I had no idea what love was at the time. This fact made the breakup entirely healthy and necessarey in retrospect. The healing process for me, however, has been one long... strange... trip...
Life in my world has always been taken with a tint of strangeness. I have lived in great appreciation of all things occult and metaphysical. My inquisitive mind and unquenchable curiosity together with a love of all things ghostly, psychic, or haunted have given me a great appreciation for stories of the undocumented capability of mankind and the lingering nature of spiritual energy.
In my youth I enjoyed pushing the philosophical limits of any adult unlucky enough to find themselves an arbitrary figure of authority in my presence. Members of the clergy and religious teachers bore this hardship most keenly. I sought real and concrete answers, and in the face of a lack of answers I sought admissions of ignorance. Now, nobody likes a smartass, especially one who weighs half as much as you do, is your junior by over twenty years, and possesses a significantly more developed vocabulary. Here in west central Minnesota people volunteer to teach Sunday School out of a genuine love of the community and a desire to give that love in the form of guiding and supporting the spiritual growth of the children of that community. To attack the spiritual underpinnings of that teacher's faith would be quite rude. Little did I know...
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