19OCT14: [eleven-forty-five a. m.]
I am today the only one in this HUGE, VAST, and GREGARIOUS Universe who is celebrating the first Soul-Mates Day. It is Sunday; and, oh! If Every Day Were Sunday. . .In Ascencia this is possible. Every day can be a Saturday or Sunday__a long endless weekend in Ascencia.
All of this creative effort on October 19, 2014, makes this a fifty-eight hundred dollar day today__a hundred bucks for every year that I have been on this journey.
[I, TC Newell, today want to transform into a different persona: Gregory Gregarious, showing you, not telling you about the Art of Transitional Thought].
And, if you were to ask me, where were you?, I would tell you the truth, and say that I was taking a few days getting my head screwed on straight again. I have been trying to remind myself not to strive and despair. Yet all along, I have been dreaming of placing my left hand under your head. My right hand is embracing you. I am giving you the upper hand, while you lie with me on the grass.
You mean the world to me.
I wish you prosperity
And I see you working for it.
But I think all you know is Adversity!
In these trying times.
“When did you know you first lived me?,” my Soul-Mate asks. “The night you were laughing at somebody else, and I looked your way because I thought you were laughing at me?”
“I had to assure you that I was not laughing at you.” And, after shrugging his shoulders, and while standing fir and tall, with a look of confidence on his face, he says, Oh, that’s all right! You can laugh at me.