The more Waltre thought about it, the more sense it made.

The universe is made up of energy that cannot die and everything vibrates on infinately different levels. He thought.

The physical part of it is mostly empty space: a rock is mostly empty space, the chair I'm sitting on is just atoms brought together, here and there, and the rest of the chair is empty space!

The thought occurred to him that his head was mostly empty space too. He agreed with the thought. However, he could not get around the fact that it was his mind that was holding his head together.

My brain is not my mind.

He continued with his train of thought.

My brain is only a tool that my mind uses so as to explore the low vibrations of the physical level of exhistance.

The whole universe is just energy, atoms, and the sub atomic life stuff of waves and particles forming into one illusion and then into another. Energy just keeps on changing into that form and then this form, but the thing that directs the forming, and the thing that holds the form together for awhile is a spiritual thing.

The whole thing is being directed by a spiritual being. He concluded.

If a spirit is not physical then what is it? And what level of vibration does it have?

Maybe a spirit doesn't have a vibration! He thought. Either that or it's vibrating at such a high frequency that we in our human form have no way of recognizing it. We can only detect a small amount of vibrations with our physical senses. Dogs can detect more than we can when it comes to hearing and smelling, and cats can see more than us at night. Cats are probably twice as intelligent as us tee boot! If we only believe in what we can sense then it's obvious that we are limiting ourselves to the physical forms that come and go; and if they are here one minute and gone the next, then the forms are obviously illusions, and to base ones life on them is to become totally deluded.

Plus, what about all those vibrations that we cannot sense? It's obvious that the vibratrions are there, cats and dogs prove that!

It was becoming obvious to Waltre that there was a wee bit more to this world than meets the eye, and if his physcical senses couldn't pick up what was going on it naturally followed that he needed some kind of extra sensory perception. If his natural senses could not sense what was really going on, then he obviously needed to look at things that were outside his natural senses, or to put it bluntly, he decided that the answer was obviously in the supernatural, and the only way to sense the supernatural was by instinct.

Every great discovery in physics was first only an instinct. Newton instinctively knew about gravity, but it took him twenty years to talk about it and prove it. Einstein was the same. He was led by his instinct when he proved Newton to be wrong. Science is a result of instinct.

Whne people said if man was was meant to fly God would have given us wings, they were wrong. If God hadn't meant us to fly, He wouldn't have given us a sense of wonder and the sight of birds flying!

If a spirit is not physical then it cannot do physical things unless it forms a physical body. All a spirit can do is think thoughts. As such thoughts are of a spiritual nature. He decided.

Food calleth, and another two days of the 'job' brings me to my senses.

Waltre

Things came to a head, and Waltre began firing back with as good as he got. It was all brought out into the open where it should have been all along.

"You are rude!" She said.

"I must have caught it from you." He replied.

"When was I ever rude?"

Waltre held back. He wanted to count the ways, but he knew she'd never get it. She was rude all the time. She was arrogant, pushy, self centered, and her selective memory rendered her absent of any understanding of how her behavior could be defined as rude. She was a grabber, a milker of the system, a me first, me me me, and she thought the world revolved around her self deluded head. Her ill thought out opinions were always right, and she formed her opinions on the basis of what was best for herself.

"You are rude all the time." Waltre said.

"And you are a fuckin asshole! You can fuck off." Her daugher cut in.

Her daughter was pregnant by an illigal immigrant from El Salvador that claimed to be part of the dreaded MS13 gang. It was highly unlikely that he was a member of that ruthless pack of savages, seing as the pathetic bastard washed dishes for a living. He had a wife and a child in El Salvador, and he told her from the start that he would not support a baby if they had one. To date, he had milked her savings of around three thousand dollars down to $300.

"Don't tell me to fuck off." Waltre said.

Waltre didn't like to put people in a social class. The British class system that he was born into appalled him. However, the word class still held some meaning for him, but in it's present meaning it was Waltre that put the labels on.

Some people had what the Americans called class. To the Americans the word class means "good" no matter what social class a person is born into. They would say a man has class if they admired or respected him. If they didn't like or respect a man they would say he has no class.

Class, to Waltre, meant a person worthy of respect. Class meant the way a man or woman behaved toward other people. Class meant taking the hard road now and again, and class meant putting other people on an equal level with oneself. The word class, to Waltre, meant being aware of a balance between oneself and other people. To have class means to comport oneself with dignity, self esteem, as well as having esteem for the dignity of others, and the word class means how one comports oneself in the most depressing or challenging of times. Waltre thought that the most important of all thing about class knitted in with integrity, like, being honest with oneself, and then acting out what one feels inside so that it harmonizes with the outside world of other people, and for Waltre, that was what integrity was all about.

In Waltre's mind, the two people in front of him had no class at all.

He ranked them in the lowest class of people. They were the kind of people that Waltre detested. He had put up with them because of his fear of causing a scene, and he knew that any kind of opposition would be the cause of an unpleasant attack on his own fragile sense of integrity.

Ah but there came a time when all fear evaporated like the morning mist, and his anger took over. Some thing inside him clicked into place, and he felt wholeness, and he felt a sense of outrage.

He let them know how he really felt about them.

He linked his inner self to his outer self, and he allowed the harmony to take place.

He felt at one with himself as the words, seemingly coming from nowhere, flowed with an ease that amazed him.

The response was exactly as he had feared it would be, but their words bounced of him like water bounces off a duck.

They hurled their foul mouthed abuse at him, as expected, but it did not penetrate.

"Fuck you." Waltre said.

Then he said: Your rent check is on the table."

Ah but she already had it.

Then they left with a sense of outrage about them.

And I felt GUD. Oh how, did I feel GUD.

Is that all they've got?

One small step for a man, but a huge step for mankind!

Onward and upward.