Everyone is alert right now, big bushy eyes. The sky is beauty of blue hue and white cirrus. Hum... I used to know how the names of clouds worked. Forgotten knowledge right now. Come with me to this adventure beyond fluancol. It is a beautiful place, Aunt Patsy. And though I am a crow in mongolia or unkown monastery location, I will see you as ghosts so watch out in nature around you for signs. Multiple realities. In one life, I have come to this realization, EACH lifetime. Om tare tuttare ture svoha