Jason, my friend, you have died. I hope you are expanding into the universal consciousness and will report back now and then in some mysterious way. We’ll each read the signs in our own way, and I think you would enjoy that. I’ll remember you arriving at our Friday night potlucks with good humour, a story to tell, and a request to turn the lights down. You brought warmth to those evenings, and we will miss you. Blessings to you, brother of compassion and generosity. Do not be afraid! Do not contrive! Om Ami Dheva Hri