The Other Side is not a place. It might help you to realise that. When you get there, you will know. When you get there all things – and I mean everything – becomes patently clear. That is what encourages me every single day and it was one of the things that blew my mind some many years ago when I first discovered it. When those you care for, those you love, reach the other side you will know about that too, and from personal experience I will assert that that knowing is an intense feeling of contentment. There is nothing on this planet that could possibly be as soothing as that knowing, that tangible knowledge. One luxury of having that particular kind of knowledge is that it makes an indelible impression that does not ‘last’ – because Love never dies, it simply cannot. Another luxury is that that resonant knowing does not need proving. It is irrefutable proof in itself.
The other side is a place many aspire to reaching – and take notice of the absence of capitals, please. Naturally The Other Side is not the other side. It is this side. If you do not know which side this side is in relation to the side for which you think you are rooting and the side you are currently backing, then you are in a tricky position of which I am not at all envious and I cannot help you. Even if I could, I would wonder whether to bother because I abhor tricks, trickery. I work in magic, Magick. And take notice of the capitals, please.
In thirteen – I AM the go-between. That you cannot – and will not – ever change. Once you accept your fate – which I took the liberty of releasing along with mine after I scalped my reflection in that damned blood pool you hoped I would neither locate nor find myself in – you might find that your spirit will be invited into your body. Until then, it won’t. When your own body rejects you you have a difficult road ahead of you. Unless you forge your own path. Whether or not you can make a path for yourself depends on whether or not you inherited the natural ability to defy your own DNA. Clearly a lot of people did not inherit any such ability. In fact, using hindsight and the rather remarkable genie I bought for a couple of bucks at a garage sale held in my back yard at the onset of the Y2K it would seem that most people inherited no abilities at all. Oh well. So life goes. You cannot ‘manufacture’ that natural ability. So. Onwards and upwards to where the air is clear and the heart-song – to which we of Love all march – is strong …
C.J. Birch
C.J. Birch 