In the journal, I tried to hide what I wrote by scribbling over it.
Sept. 17, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Today I felt…I can stand my ground now, finally. I will run away no more. I stay. I look. I wait. I am here.
Sept. 20, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Today I felt…I like these quiet sessions but I guess they’re not very constructive. The energy from the adjustments just seems to wash over me like waves breaking on the seashore. My mind remains blank and the pressure is not painful. I wait. My eyes wide open, I look, I stay.
Sept. 22, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Today it felt…just relaxing. I don’t know if this is good or not. I do feel very sad. I just wish I could cross over. Little Micha opened the door, but it is barely ajar.
Sept. 27, 1999 (Dream)