I called him up. After all these years of perseverating on our conflict and ego battle; after all that time and our last interaction that ended with him chasing me down his dust covered street with an axe in hand, he still wanted to see me heal. It was all love and he broke down in tears telling me that he was hoping we reconnected. After all this time he still thought of me favorably and held me in high regard. Our conversation eventually turned to working together again on my subconscious mind and chakra healing; the idea of having an ally in my corner was a comforting reality considering all of the evolution of my identity and mind. Considering the immense opposition every single day just to simply live; I welcomed the idea of a shamanic alliance. Indeed, I found a slight reprieve in his shamanic energy and her supportive messages. I never knew I was this strong. I knew I was tough but to withstand the darker forces of evil and maliciously parasitic entities of life at this level every day? I was impressed and proud to have reinvented myself from near death so many times. I am still very much alive.