When the Time ComesWhen I was 15, I realized that I was going to die. I don’t remember what brought this on, or why it hit me then. It might have been my grandfather, who was sick, but not yet dying, from his third bout of cancer. Maybe it was because I was feeling alone. I can’t remember. What I do remember is sitting, alone, in my room, rocking back and forth in my big old rocking chair, and weeping, sobbing. It was just the tragedy of it, I think, that hurt me. It was the finality, the terminality of it that brought a young man who couldn’t cry to tears. I remember my MomWhen the Time Comes
This is What I DoIt has been a very, very long while since I have written anything. If you ask me, personally, pompously speaking, I attempt two forms of art. The first time is Spirit, and yes, Spirit is an art. I’ve been a spiritualist ever since I was 16, really, though I didn’t think of it as that until relatively recently. I thought I was trying to find the truth, find answers, or something I guess, but now, I understand it a bit differently. Spiritualism is the art, or discipline, or faith, whatever you may call it, that involves breaking one’s own mind, ruthlessly obliterating one’s own percepThis is What I Do
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