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Entry 1 (1972)

There are a thousand different ways of being. I knew that and yet occasionally wondered if maybe there really was only one right way. Bu...

Entry 7 (1986)

I got up and stretched.  My back was hurting and had been for quite a while.  Being a believer in metaphysics, I had yet to discern exactly what in my mind was manifesting itself in my back.  I wasn’t too concerned, though.  I knew it would come to me.

The adult me of 1986 lived an evolved life, a multi-faceted life.  It was up to me to blend in the characters that had been created 14 years ago.  I knew that one of them, most probably Sasifraz, was demanding attention that was hurting my back.  I also knew that in a dream or in an image, just what was bothering old Sasifraz would come to me, and I would fix it.

Because, the me of 1986 was a fixer, a leader, and a planner.  Having taken the lessons of 14 years ago and created from them a magic, both stronger and weaker, than the original parts.

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(1972)

If Lucifer had had a crystal ball, he’d have known traveling with Jake would cause trouble.  As it was, he narrowly escaped a drug charge.

Missing the opportunity of sharing Jake’s cell, he took it as a sign of providence that hitchhiking was not in his best interests.  He turned and headed for home to face the music—notes of his destiny left unplayed.

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The angels beckoned.  The sun turned, and I fell…pulled in by Sasifraz.  My younger sense of self suddenly lost.  A giant hole in front of me.  I reeled.  Drug by some powerful force against my conscious will, I could only hope to ride out the tide.

Sasifraz, his need for power unmet, was training me to obey without question.  I screamed.  Sasifraz denied.  The terror for me was unmatched.  I prayed.  I pleaded.  Sasifraz had no need for compromise.

“You will do what I say, every time, without question, or you will get this every time,” and then he pushed me deeper for emphasis.  I could not see.  I could not hear.  I could only feel the darkness and a fear that went on forever.  I marked the moments, ticked off the seconds, hoping to hold onto some shred of my own being.  

I felt that shred was maintained only at Sasifraz’s whim, and I was terrified of loosing it.  “Remember J, you have no power.  I am the boss.  You will do exactly as I say.  I am your King, your Ruler.  You must NEVER disobey.”  I assented.  In fact, I had to believe it, because I could not trick someone that was in my mind.  So, I obeyed and lived in fear that he would ask me to do something impossible.  In which case, I would either lose myself or lose myself.