Ich bin Shanainna, I'm also a San I am, and this beautiful name, of course, comes from us, that Shainna gave to all of us, we never argue, she would claim, and so would I. Shanainna. Friendships forever and ever, I call it. Dian.
I am Santia, I was never born, I'm the one San I am and prove that we were and are too, and that Shainna got me, because she had wished a child, our I am living cds of course are mine too and all must say, that is of course like I tell it here myself even for me. Santia.
I am Santina, ich bin die stillere von uns beiden, eigentlich war ich sogar zuerst für die eine Mutti, Shainna, man sieht, man wählt geschickt selbst mit sogar sicherlich aus, danach können sie nur mal meinen, nur sie genauso noch dazu, das kommt nie zustande, nur mich gibt es jetzt doch schon längst mit bei ihr nur. Santina.
I am Dian and I am Shainna, Dian was the first San I am, who made me recognize him, years before I became THE MEDIUM, I noticed him, very tall above me, he just let me know, that he was there, just observing me for now and had to wait until I was ready, and after I became THE MEDIUM, Dian was with me again, I was ready. I had meditated, he reminded me, that was what he was most concerned about, because you can't get very far with that alone, I wouldn't have been either, only I never just meditated, and I actually just wanted to get healthy again, and I wasn't even alone, he even showed me himself, there is no such thing as a third eye, he wants me to tell you right with it, I had never believed in that anyway, and now we are inseparable, the greatest love connects us forever, friendship, why is he just the one for me, humans are just the same, he says, and he already has everything, and doesn't want to get anything back from me, just the same love, friendship, appreciation, and gratitude, for sure, I mean as always and I'll stick to that, and he says, he could also just leave. Dian and Shainna.
Ich bin mr Syriano, and you can see one thing that hasn't been published here by me yet, the sequel to the story of the man in his tree, one can hope that I'll get to it later, because the man can't possibly have hoped that he wouldn't attract attention somehow, somewhere, from someones, the man in the tree was of course certainly myself only once, even stories like that, those for it would make up too, if there was still a moment for it, as they don't get it. Mr. Syriano.
