How Bubba Came to Be

My mind wanders. It meanders down paths that lead nowhere, roams in circles, falls into ditches and puddles, and—once in a great while—comes home with a coherent thought. That’s how Bubba began.

One day I was pondering the amazing coincidence that all channeled entities are wise old souls, mostly from Atlantis. I wondered if only the Atlanteans are allowed to come through, or are they just louder than, say, the souls of tinkers and Neanderthals.

At that very moment, the vibration of my thoughts sy...