ISSUE 37 | FEBRUARY 21, 2025 A few years ago I was standing in my bedroom on the 3rd floor of my house, windows flung open, looking at the tops of trees—and I felt the overwhelming urge to commit suicide.Except I was doing great. I had no desire whatsoever to kill myself. But this “feeling†was full on. It was as if that cloud of the Death Wraiths from Harry Potter was floating down my street, passing over my house and through my energy body.I breathed in, I breathed out. I clarified to my body and brain: “This is not mine.â€[...]
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