The Other Me
‘Hello, Panic, My Old Friend’ viii. As the weeks went on, I improved. I kept taking my medicine, kept getting acupuncture and kept drinking the acupuncturist’s brews. The pain in my head cleared gradually, the way a clogged head clears from a bad flu. Then I was up and about, doing things – no matter how small. Like shaving to maintain a goatee. Even something as simple as that made me feel as if I was taking care of myself, although I kept a goatee for the sake of having something I had to force myself to do to take care of myself. Soon, I rediscovered my enthusiasm. Of course,…
The Other Me
‘Hello, Panic, My Old Friend’ vii. You reach for anything you think might help when you get desperate enough, and I started to read. One book, by renowned medium James Van Praagh, resonated with me. He suggested that before you’re born your soul agrees to take on the problems it’ll face in life as a means of growth and evolution. Van Praagh said the soul never takes on more than it can bear. This became a mantra for me. The soul never takes on more than it can bear. The soul never takes on more than it can bear. The soul never takes on more than it can bear. Still,…