Perhaps we live in a mechanical universe.
Perhaps we simply dissolve into a pure conservation of energy in a universe where it cannot be destroyed.

Perhaps there is no Oz behind the curtain.
And perhaps it doesn't actually matter what actually matters because we each live, breathe, and die through the only faculties we have: our own sense and our own senses.

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I was raised by my adoring mother who is a carrier of the Pachakuti Mesa Shamanic Tradition. I have spent countless hours walking the then veil of 3 o'clock in the morning. I have listened to the ancient quiet of desert canyons and witnessed enough energy to power a metropolis rain down on mountain tops. I've witnessed the most violent man I've ever met collapse under his stifled grief. Ancient Chinese texts, oracles of divination, psychics, traditional native water fasts and sweat lodges, and more.

Admittedly, I have not personally experienced such profoundly irrefutable evidence that there is truly any type of Unseen World. But in my time, in my conversations with the most straight-laced strangers, I always make plenty of space to open the floor to these experiences - and I have heard enough from them to believe through my own sense and senses, that there are far greater forces at play in our realm than we pretend to comprehend. It is a much more enjoyable world for me to live in. For some, an omnipotent force is deeply unsettling, and others find it to be flat-out useless information.

We all see what we look for. I look for the tiniest of winks and plays on probability. I don't look at people, I peer into them. And I often find that I can unearth things they have long-since buried and quietly forgotten about, to discover that it often does not look the way they remember it. And perhaps it wasn't so bad with the perspective of a new intersection of time. This is the power I bring to my relationships.