“I always wanted to be a lighthouse keeper.” – Chautauqua
Well, here it is 3:00 AMagain with me still wide awake; four nights in a row, unable to sleep, or to command my mind to stop thrashing about seeking some clarity amid the chaos of mankind’s dark night of the soul.
I light up another cigarette with bemused disgust, knowing it’s bad for my health, knowing it probably makes no difference, considering.
When this Ebola outbreak began I tried to tell myself that it was just more of the same old fear pandering we are so accustomed to, tried to pass it off as just that; despite knowing better.
For most of my life I’ve been prone to psychic flashes, even full-on visions every so often. The strongest visions have always happened during dream states, but occasionally when I think I’m drifting off for a nap it will blossom into a kind of mini-vision, or lucid daydream. It is something like what my friend Soren Dreier calls going into the morph. While he has mastered the technique, I have mostly been content to just take what comes. Continue reading