Very good history, Gregory Maidman!Very well written with openness and sincerity.

I made some notes and I put'em below.

"The speaker told the story of his suicidal ideation".

In my draft "Pieces of my life", I already wrote about me planning my suicide in ways that could not be proved being false: at that time I had a life insurance, paid by my own company, of ten million dollars. My plans were perfect, but I had no courage to put'em on work...

"The decoder ring for that tanka is here".

I read it; it's excellent.

Shortly after my instantaneous spiritual awakening, I had numerous conversations with Lindsey’s soul (her soul continues to be with me daily), and I started to seek the counsel of my spirit guides, all facilitated by my channeler/psychic medium, Anne (Ane).

I had fear on my spark when at the underground of the university, didn't have the courage to accept it; it took long years of psychoanalysis to finally accept it and to be free of the clutches of religion.

You read my post "On Who I am"; there I describe some ineffable moments I lived, of which "the cavalcade" was the most vivid and marvelous. I knew that they were hallucinations.

My mother was sensitive; when she was about seven or eight years old, she lived with her parents and elder brothers in their farm at the Southeast of the state of Minas Gerais; her godmother adored her as if she were the daughter she could not have: she was a nun living in a convent, also in Minas Gerais, about 400 miles to the north. And my mother adored her too; from time to time she would spend a few days with her godmother at the convent.One morning, after everyone was asleep, she woke up to the sound of the window being open, through which the figure of her godmother appeared. She screamed, the mother came to see what had happened, she explained to the mother; my grandmother said it was a nightmare, and put her back to sleep.

The sun had not yet risen and the telephone rang; someone answered; it was from the convent, informing that the nun had died this night.

There are countless real examples of this, where a person who deeply loves another can say goodbye: the brain still works for a few seconds after the death of the body indicated by the heart stop.

But, dear friend, there is no communication with or from the dead otherwise.

As I got rid of the crutches of religion, as I knew those ineffable moments were hallucinations, don't look for or listen to "spiritual guides" only your feelings and reason; if you prefer, do as I did: find a good psychoanalyst and do an analysis.

Congratulations and thanks for having published.