I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I believe I’ve seen before things going on outside of this world that not all have noticed before. There’s lives being lived beyond here and parallel things transpiring over mythical mountains that block our humble and happy view. I must dare to climb that mountain and look beyond to see what is truly the truth. Either that, or be happy with ignorance.

I was convinced there was alternate universes where other me’s were making slightly different choices – and I assumed better ones. So I was always trying to connect with these other universes so I could glean what decisions my other selves were making. I don’t think I ever got any useful information in these attempts.