Why do I feel driven to spill my guts on some very, very personal life experiences in front of some very, very close minded people?
I finally feel, after one last attempt to clarify The Skinwalker Ranch experience, that I am done trying to explain and justify these rather intimate, traumatic events to every sofa jockey critic on the intertubes. The time is short. The paradigm is changing. Words fall on hardening, stupefied ears and cause anger and frustration. The message is too late. Those that should know already do. Those that shouldn’t know are slated for rough times.
I just gotta let it go now and start my fade to the fringe….