The secret key

When you reach always remember.... we are floating through what some call .... TIME........ and so before this story continues, only the souls who have found their key, will be allowed to be told. I simply will not continue, as it is my soul of that young man, and only I and other key holders hold the magic....... so special and precious, that we must protect it at all costs.. from those who would use it for anything other than love......... I had a friend in this world who since has passed, and to him and all the others who have come and gone ..... as he would say HARE BOL, and it was at his house where I found my key...... painted on a cement wall, on a small island in the Pacific.....while I was milking his cows.