Quicksilver's Introduction The bulk of these essays and theories were written over one weekend. You will see why I refer to it as the weekend I almost fried myself. This stuff was pouring out of my mind like lava. I could barely type it quickly enough. I had to force myself to get up from the computer just to go to the bathroom or get a glass of something to drink. I barely slept. I couldn't. I had all these theories and connections boiling in my head. I had no idea where it was all coming from except that it all seemed familiar and right. And, I felt the absolute necessity of recording everything, not just for me, but somehow for other seekers. I feel that I experienced something akin to a victim of amnesia suddenly regaining memory in one rushing wave, but this was stuff I never really contemplated before, not consciously in this lifetime. I've used the internet a lot for delving into topics after events. I search for clarification, confirmation, explanation or just some hint that I am not losing my mind, but that was always after something unusual happened. So, these theories were not watered down from previous studies in soul science or some such. There was nothing self-fulfilling going on. I hadn't done any research until I started experiencing things that I couldn't explain. Later I was often amazed at myself when I kept seeing my own theories echoed in other writings, although, I still felt that most of those were too locked into their own self-importance and exclusivity by being loaded with specific religious or cultural overtones. I wondered why they wanted to steep it in thick language instead of just telling it like it is. I balked at the shoulds, oughtas and musts, when it came to methods. I cringed at the naivete of step-by-step elementary procedures that I felt would bind up a spirit into thinking there was something special in some verse and a color, rather than their own power. However, the truth of it is, different souls need it packaged in different ways. These messages need to be sent out in as many flavors as possible so that each seeker may find a flavor that triggers them. This is just mine. Anyway, for one whole weekend, I was on fire. I could see all the connections, everywhere, with everything, on every level and topic I could imagine, all from an objective quasi-intellectual perspective. When I first went back to read some of the essays, I was astounded. I wondered how I thought up all of that stuff or what made me think to word it that way. It made so much sense, common sense. But, part of me answered these questions. Part of me knew it was all just a reminder of things I'd forgotten. Well, I wasn't nearly finished in just a weekend. I mean, most of the theoretical essays were done, but my spiritual education was really gearing up. I felt as though I was being put through a crash course so I could touch on a wide variety of things. Yet, I was in a remedial class, like reviewing, refreshing my heretofore buried knowledge. As much as I went through and so quickly, I soon discovered that the harder soul work was yet to come. Up until that point, I'd been having fun. Yes, at times it was frustrating trying to figure out what some events were telling me, but still, it was playing. I was working puzzles and I like puzzles. So far, none of them pinched me. That did eventually change. I need to introduce Xanadu, my soul-twin-sister and Ghost, my spiritual pathmate, since they will be mentioned in this text. Obviously these are names to protect real identities even though both have given me permission to speak of them. I've known Xanadu for a few years now, since before I had any notion of being a soul journer. We met online and we've only seen each other once face-to-face. We chat together online, through email and on the phone, because she lives halfway across the country from me, but our connection could not be stronger unless we were indeed the same person. We often tease that we share a brain cell and joke about passing the Cell back and forth. I get the even days, she gets the odd days. Another seemingly chance meeting put me in touch with Ghost, who lives in my area. Actually, we learned there was nothing coincidental about it after we realized how much we needed each other for continuing our individual paths. These are two of the many spirits to whom I owe a great debt for their compassion and assistance. Many of my writings here were made clear only through their willingness to listen to me and to help me come to terms with my own issues. Some of the information I'll impart to you is more personal, other segments are generalities, reflecting my understanding. I consistently address "you" because I was so strongly urged from within to make this information useful to more than just me and my own path. I certainly hope that's the case. Maybe you're searching for answers to questions you don't even know how to ask. You might feel confused and compelled to search, even though it seems like you're just stumbling in the dark. Perhaps you're concerned about your sanity because you just can't believe what you've experienced or even what you're thinking sometimes. You're afraid to tell anyone. They may think you're nuts or might tell you it's just your mind playing tricks. Relax. You're not alone. Your search is not a Fool's Errand. You're doing what you're supposed to do, because it's time to do it. It's the quickening of your own spirit. There may or may not be answers for you here, but at least there's the comfort of kindred. I'm sharing my journal with you so you may feel better about your own soul journey. I invite you to read what I've experienced and to ponder my discoveries. I don't have all the answers yet. I'm on my own path of enlightenment too, always. (Intro)

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