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(There is a large blot where a pen rested for a long enough time that the ink seeped into the paper).

I can't.

Waiting

Sri Vivekanand taught me to look at the things around me as mere images. The world is an illusion, he said, and so our fear and doubt are illusions also. One has to detach oneself from these illusions in order to become free. He taught me how to view the frightening and powerful images of my foreboding almost like how a filmographer would watch a movie: with an understanding and empathy for it's contents without becoming lost in them. There is a process here that I can't quite understand or grasp, but it has helped me to stop letting my forebodes drive me nearly insane with their potency. It is very difficult. It is like drowning and remembering to deploy your life jacket, if deploying your life jacket involved a long, precise and steady process that when interrupted involved starting from the beginning. But it is worth it. Because you don't drown and then you can save the other people floundering in the water.

I only hope I can teach Kate how to use her own life jacket. It is going to be hard. There are so many layers to the hurt that she has suffered. The overdose is only the physical part and that in itself, from what I've witnessed, is going to be like a living purgatory. But then there are the emotional strains. I've never quite figured out what Kate and Kyle's relationship or relationships have been. I'm much too polite to ask. But it is clear they care a great deal about each other. And, looking back, I think the tether I witnessed from her when I was training had to do with her fighting with Kyle about his pigment use. And now she has suffered for his addiction. There's a part of me that sympathizes with what he must be going through right now. There's another part of me that wants to punch him in the face, but I've mostly calmed down from that more primal reaction. That being said, I have no idea how Kate is going to react. I have no idea how she is going to react to any of this. I have no idea how she is going to react to me being here. But there is one thing I do know: however she reacts, whatever she is going through, I am not going to let her go through it alone. I may have been thoroughly plastered when I said it, but i told her i meant to make her last days here count. I am not going to let her waste the rest of her possibly short life in the hospital or having a breakdown or dealing with emotional crap. She is going to work, and have fun and have a life. Even if I have to move the seven levels of Hell to do it.

Greetings from India.

Well, I haven't written in this thing for a while. Life's been a little hectic to say the least. I REALLY don't feel like going into it, but you're my diary and no one reads this but me right? And I remember what happened. I don't think I will ever forget.


So here I am in India with Julie on our Magical Mystery Tour. We spent the first day just sightseeing which made Julie all sorts of happy. I'm a little worried about having enough luggage to bring back all the silks and brass and spices she's bought. I really shouldn't be letting her run around with so much money but she's so happy and i can't bring myself to stop her and I keep just buying everything for her whenever she gives me the puppy dog look. I'm such a sucker. But hey, I'm making more money now then I know what to do with so why the heck not?

The second day we did some poking around. It took a while for people to realize we aren't just stupid white tourists but eventually after a long and meaningful discussion about the difference between Eastern and Western approaches to meditation I got someone who seems to know the mystic community to talk to me. Julie and I managed to narrow down a few mystics who seem to know something about astral projection. Now we just need to see if we can find someone who knows about actual out of body experiences like we do at Orpheus and then we need to find someone who can help me with my Foreboding. It's a gamble, but it's what i'm here for, and I'm determined to succeed.

Other then that, it's been kind of nice to get away though I miss people and I have a heck of a lot of unfinished business to deal with when I get back. I smuggled some of Elena's Bubby's sleeping potion into the country with me so at least I've been sleeping. That stuff is amazing. I need to get the recipe from her.

I miss Elena, believe it or not, and I'm worried about her. I hope she's coping okay with things at work and all the tension that must be going around. I feel like a bit of a heel to be abandoning everyone like this, but Julie is right. I need to take care of myself or I won't be able to take care of others. And it's not just me who needs to learn to control my Foreboding, it's Kate too and any other banshee after us. And if it takes me going half way around the world to make Kate's last year on Earth a good one then I will.

Like I said: sucker.

Anyways, I also have the sword of Damocles of Murphy hanging over my head. On the one hand I get why he's pissed at me. I mean, I'm pissed at me. But after all we've been through, I make one fuck-up and suddenly he can't trust me. I save his life, help him move his ex on, help him get information out of Grace, be there for him, help him investigate Valentine and yet, I have one night of being drunk and tired and letting my emotions get the better of me in a bad way and suddenly I'm not to be trusted. That really burns. I feel like for the last year I've done nothing but run around trying to prove myself to him but it's never good enough. He's been on my case since day one, and I finally felt like I was getting somewhere with him but...

Well, I guess I let him down.I mean, I'm Mr. Sweater-vest right? Champion of women. I'm the one who almost beat up Morgan for even looking at Elena, and yet I just turn around and take advantage of my boss when her guard was down. That must be what he's thinking. Man, that really makes me seem like an asshole huhn?

I guess pointing out that I love her is just kind of justification.

Well, Julie is awake and bugging me to go check out that restaurant we passed yesterday. The woman calls and I must obey.

Sucker.