What’s real? What’s imaginary? My training had taught me to distinguish between the two. For most people, “real” and “imaginary” are mutually exclusive events, existing on parallel paths. For healthy and balanced people, those lines don’t cross. If they did, well, my phone would start ringing. As a psychologist, I was assumed to be the expert on reality. After all, I had been trained to distinguish between an active imagination versus those deep, dark musings of the thought-disordered world of psychoses. All that changed on August 28, 2013, the day the world of the nonphysical crossed the threshold into my normal existence. I would never be the same. As my belief system crumbled beneath me, it made room for a grander view, a new perspective; my Truth shifted. Having dipped my toes in the reality of cosmic consciousness, I now exist in a different world. I straddle dimensions with one foot grounded in 3-D life while the other anchors me in the beautiful, often-mystical, real...