t feels to me that J___ X___ is telling me more and more each time we work.
I feel I know who she is in a way it never has been possible to know someone before.
She's unfamiliar to me because she's so unlike anyone else!
I'm dizzy, disoriented, hit on the side of the head with something I've never felt before.
A divine sickness.
A kind of light.
I'm standing on a distant galaxy somewhere, after she leaves.
She must be a shaman, like her father.
