OUTSIDE Where the worlds merge
Where the worlds merge
By George Ray Arruda
The rains fell on a thirsty land, while information came to eager ears and a willing mind. The Time of Lies was ending, but not without a struggle or a fight. Nothing is more fearsome than a cornered beast, and the beasts who have been feeding this “reality” are running out of ground and lies. I have seen things which defy science. I have heard things which are beyond logic; yet I know them to be true. They are glimpses of a fabric that weave this universe, but it is coated with a layer of deception that is easily confused with and reinforced by the “reality” that oozes over the true surface of a deeper, richer, understanding.
The book in my hands, frail and old spoke to me with words from an age long ago in a voice from an author long dead. The tempo of the rain like a drumbeat metered out the pace of the words to my hungry heart and mind, and like a beggar at a feast, I consumed the information hungrily, thor