The Outer Space Beings Are My Brothers.

Well, Actually, I'm A Psychic Being, And You Know, We Don't Concern Ourselves With Being Born; We Concern Ourselves With Being Eternal; We Deal With The Spirit.

Proper Evaluations Of Words And Letters In Their Phonetic And Associated Sense Can Bring The People Of Earth To The Clear Light Of Pure Cosmic Wisdom.

The Music Is Not Part Of This Planet In A Sense That The Spirit Of It Is About Happiness. Most Musicians Play Earth Things About What They Know, But I Found Out That They Are Mostly Unhappy And Frustrated, And That Creeps Over Into Their Music.

It's Such A Tragedy That Man Endures In Killing His Brother And His Own Kind, Putting Him In Jail And Insane Asylums, Letting Him Lay Out In The Street.

Space Is Not Only High, It's Low. It's A Bottomless Pit.