I'm sick due to moving into a house with a mold problem. There is nothing involved that cannot be easily explained. "Souls" and Demons and voodoo and astrology and magic and bronze-age mythology have nothing to do with it. I have zero respect for ignorance. What? My invisible friends aren't good enough? I can't imagine living in a world where my invisible friends don't exist. They give my life meaning. You have some respect for the neurological discussions I have with myself and show some respect for my delusions and the geographic deities I was indoctrinated into believing in. Want the IM info? You don't know what you are missing out by not believing in my all-knowing, invisible sky friends! They really love me & decided to create something that reproduces inside my eyeballs. It's all so clever, that my mind will never grasp it's complexities! All I know is that they are without question real because I really want and believe that they are real. Nothing could ever convince me otherwise. Gtalk\Skype is how we mostly chat. The logs are nice to have.