My heart skips a beat knowing something is not as it seems, something is out of place. Senses tingling, I start feeling like a pirate who's just discovered that X-marks-the-spot on the treasure map, realizing that the game of hide and seek is about to end.
Screams pierce the darkness, striking at me from every direction, filling me with terror. The deep resonate pounding of the drum summons ethereal symphonies and I begin to sense the spirit world getting closer and closer with each invocation in the ceremonial sauna.
The Adventure – Becoming the Existential Detective Remember the film I ♥ Huckabees? In it, a pair of ‘existential detectives’ help their clients unravel the meaning of life. Their own lives, to be specific. Without a doubt, it reminded me of the countless number of hours I spent in deep contemplation, trying to figure out the ... Read More
My dreams, troubled at first, eventually gave way to something different, something new. And soon, I became consumed by one dream. The dream of another life. Awakening within me the stranger I'd been waiting an entire lifetime to meet.
Legend has it that under extreme and desperate circumstances, Eskimos would put their elders onto a floating iceberg and set them adrift to their death. The premise being that another world, a better world, would be there waiting on the other side for their arrival.
On September 30th, 2008, 249 pilgrims were killed in India at a temple dedicated to Chamunda - the Goddess of War and epidemics of pestilent diseases, famines, and other disasters. On this day, two hours to the stroke of midnight, I turned off my computer and ended my life as I knew it.
It was the excruciating smell of rotting flesh emanating from the trunk of my car which got my attention...after a period of time.
No...it wasn’t exactly a dead body in my trunk.
Not an entire one anyways...
Strolling through the darkened graveyard, I wondered if any skeletal remains would rise up through the perfectly manicured lawn and grab me by the ankles, pulling me down into the earth, willing me to join them in the moist, worm-laden resting place they called home. So where were they besides 6 feet under?
I was going to title this adventure ‘LEOS ROCK’ but then I thought it would be more appropriate if it was titled ‘LEOS SERIOUSLY Rock.' Then I wasn’t sure if it was really enough - maybe something more like “LEOS Seriously Seriously Seriously Rock”....or something meaningful like that.
I was about to be crushed by a 200 pound man...and it was my all my fault. It seemed inconceivable that I was capable of such power...that it was even possible. But the proof was in the pudding. He was about to squish me like a bug.
