Last night I spend a few hours on the phone with PT.
I had a million questions on his religion and he tried to answer.
He had no questions on my "religion" He's afraid of me and what I do.
He said so, not my invention.
I guess he doesn't know how much he hurts me with that.
He's totally ignoring that part of life, closing out the part of spirituality which is so present all the time. There's so much energy all around us. Good, bad, and in between. Energy in all forms. Ignorance doesn't make it go away, or? It's feeded.
It feels like he lays a blanket of ignorance and pressure on me. So, that I will become silent and invisible.
I'm endlessly sad.
Time with me and purity is what I would need now.
Thank God it's Friday!
6:19 am - July 03, 2009
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