Sigmund was whole: He no longer wanted to control who could have bodies, and who could not: that game of the Gate was finished. He wanted to help, to be a healer. I suggested he could start by doing some repairs on the people he had been using for years, in the game. That evening I had a terrific headache. It didn't feel like, and in fact, was not Sigmund's energy invading my space; I called my sister. "Something's happened!" she began. She had had a frantic call from her brother-in-law warning... Sign in to see full entry.