I am thinking about these tibetan nuns and lay friends I have alienated with my reincarnations story.  I really went as far as I could with this stone and psychotic fantasy. I dont feel too much regret as I truly believed what I wrote to them often, though I was just sick. They have, all of them, been the most compassionate in their response to my nonsense. 

I have one contact left, my tibetan language khenpo. He has been wonderful and keeps contact though his english is rather broken.