WHEN A DOOR MYSTERIOUSLY OPENS

The writer cannot explain his passion for the subject.  A door has mysteriously opened in him somehow and the contents just pour out, voluminously rush out.

It is as if he were “channeling” someone or some people from a different time and place.

This channeling is coming from a previous time and place in his own past possibly, echoes from one or more of his distant lives.

Then, these past lives may not be all that past.  Who he used to be is with him always, never leaves him, IS him, conceivably.
  
He is a deep well, this way.  When he calls down, his voice bounces against his walls for centuries.