I've always believed in the power of the mind. As a child I remember that I could always make myself sick on command if I had to, whatever it took to get out of school. I would usually have dream déjà vu and I would never cease to be amazed by the fact that something in my dreams would later become part of my objective reality. I constantly saw amazing things, some things that scared the daylights out of me, and I was blessed by the fact that I lived with my great-grandmother who seemed to be able to play with reality like some kids play with toys. At the time I did not feel so blessed to be around my great grandmother, and her antics scared me to death, but now in retrospect I find it amazing that others have never seen what I have seen and even doubt that such things exist. Life has an inner reality, I explore that realm. I believe that thought created reality instead of the other way around. What I have discovered, I try to share.