She got the book

She looked like she had seen a ghost,but nothing could be farther from the truth.
She had,in fact,seen a hundred ghosts,and could  feel their lingering presence,watching her and putting the strangest  ideas into her head.Wonderful ideas,beautiful and terrifying too,full of wit and cunning.
The ghosts would now and then remind her  that she was a ghost too, and that the world she lived in was a ghostworld,and that was the big secret,the occult mystery of all mysteries.
It`s  easy to imagine oneself to be alive,all you have to do is follow the people.When many people imagine themselves to be alive,it makes it all the more real.
"Reality",a  popular phrase amongst the so called living,and a very important one,as it sustains and fuels imagination with a concept that claims its own truth and authority.
When listening to ghosts,a nother story is told,of course.Stories that doesnt fit with our bootcamp training.Stories that completely turns upside down,everything one thought to be real,and....."alive".
 Coming from one world and passing into the next, not remembering where one came from,thats what creates this  mystery,this  void,the  subconscious mind,the soul,religions ,fear and death.
Without this loss of memory,such preoccupation would find no ground,no reason.
When the ghost becomes one with the body,reality crumbles and a new picture,a new world
is beheld by eyes of the purest innocence.
She was one with the ghost and there was no death,but life in the afterworld.
She was on a mission.One of silence.For she knew she could not tell anyone of her revelation.
She knew that if she did try to tell anyone,they would become afraid,and that was not
her mission to put more fear into nervous people.
So she let silence work its miracle,upon anyone who wanted her to exploit her secret.
For it was in that silence that the ghost could perform the Great work.
The ghosts amused themselves by entertaining her nonbelieving friends with all kinds of spooks.
The ghosts, not in a hurry to be discovered,entertains themselves  by peoples blind ignorance,and the
ghosts would go to great lengths to make people loose their blown up egos,their creditcards and other unhealthy affairs.
Having ghosts for friends,is of great benefit,when it comes to spiritual affairs,she learned.as time grew into a thornbush with beautiful sweet scented purple flowers that would  open only  at sunset and would fall off the  following day.
There where times when people wanted her dead for knowing what she knew,people who where afraid of her knowledge.So her ghostly friends would haunt anyone who approached her with evil intention,and make them "very bussy" for extended periods of time.
They say that people who know certain things,need certain protection from certain people,because having knowledge of hidden and certain  holy  things,make one ahead of others.It gives certain advantages,a certain glow,and abilities that should not be possible for an ordinary working man or woman.
Our little  knowledge of the world,keeps us thight in a controlled space.
But one glimpse of a higher world,a higher truth,one glimpse,one taste of eternity,is enough
to tear down the walls of  our little timely  world,and ruining our limited conception of  reality.
Time protects us from eternity by doing whatever  it can to occupy our attention,like the cleverest trickster.
One moment out of time is enough to inspire a life of wonders and of phenomena.
But also of madness,utter grief,dark sorrow and despair.Pain, excruciating,and blood also.
Though perhaps not in buckets.Perhaps not in trays.
One moment out of the ordinary is enough to make one question  established truths,and therein challenging the status quo of the collective consciousness,aka the living fluid mass,aka reality.