Voices In the Darkl

Cautious spirits test the waters of my world and call to me....then go away. Perhaps they are perfecting inter-mind devices, just like psychic Edisons, Marconi's revenant in breakthrough just for me, or else perhaps celestial wallflowers, much too diffident to follow up my name with headlines from beyond the grave. Am I their snuffling guinea pig?--- their crude receptor in this mass of flesh that yearns for finely-tuned antennae (please God, invisible,) and color pictures if one may, upon my mental screen? No, I am most content upon this cautious course, though I know not the hazards of its path, the travelers, or the design, nor may I fine their metaphysical intent. The reader knows, I speak with some regret. for there are those who will decide that I bear watching, lest my touch upon their world begin to fade too much, that I be too entranced of waves they cannot... will not see. Though I may somewhat fear the world beyond white doors, I still invite my curtained friends to part the night with energy no instrument that science met may sense just yet--no no, not yet. ~