2012-02-14 1st journal, Mayan day 10 Offering or WaterTranscript http://www.scribd.com/doc/82134503Intro:I am fading away – losing interest, somehow, in 3D. Is that happening to you at all? I know it is to some because they write to me. We draw comfort from one another. I remember how very hard life was – or seemed to be – back when I thought it was all personal – that my problems, my issues were mine, alone. I really believed it, back then.With such beliefs I crafted a huge false identity. I thought it was me – I really did. This was who and what I was, I had these sorts of talents and abilities, I looked this way but not like that, and I had x. y. z sort of flaws and short-comings. That was me, yep yep.Well, no it wasn't. It was just a jumble of thoughts and beliefs that I took to be who I was. There was far more pain back then, as well – loads of it. Troubles, so many troubles, and no one really close to share them with – if I would, that is – if I was willing to share, to reveal my messes and woes.Well, well, well. And who am I, now? Now I know enough at least to say “I don't know” and mean it. That much has improved. What I notice most of all as I sit here and make this comparison, though, is how heavy and sort of thick or dense that one was. There's a certain weight of thought to it – hard to express. The identity I carry now is light as a feather next to that... Less