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The colors of the early morning danced gracefully around my head as my endless journey to work began unfolding.
Dogs barking in the distant, at sirens screeching call miles away, sobers the moment.
The long employed bus drivers husband hacks up a lung or two as I pass him convulsing on his pretty white porch.
The Hispanic family loads up their taxi van and the construction vehicles for the new road come barreling down the hill.
Unmoved by their earth shaking presence, two crows overhead steal the attention from their mighty roars.
The daring black birds swoop down in a hyper active disorder kind of way, all the while yelling, before, like speedy Gonzalez, speeding into nothing but dust.
The street is traversed and the daily task of conquering traffic to make the cross to the bus stop on the other side of the street now presses the temples.
My breath is taken away when the observation that the stop is all mine today is made.
As I gear up to cross the four lane beast an odd occurrence develops before my eyes when all the vehicles vanish from the street.
A clear departure and safe passage is greatly appreciated, but not fully understood.
Once in the stops glass bubble I reflect on the temptation that has been conquered and the battles that have been won.
the colors begin to swirl all around, the grass begins to bleed into the pavement, the sky begins to merge with the trees, and the cars going by become almost like pastels rubbed together.
The transition of life is felt within.
A change begins that was not foreseen
Unable to control the flow of the supernatural that is being pumped, suddenly, into me; the world fades away.
Finally able to muster the courage to open my eyes to see if it was all an illusion; only to find another time another place. Another race another crime. People different, cars non existent. People all around, suffering and jubilant all at the same time. Evil rampant, good steadily being harvested. Fears amplified, wars raging in all four corners, beast roaming free and children no longer children. Morality no longer an issue, peace has an even farther finish line now.
Ablaze with temptation and the freedom to fraternize with this place in times natives, the will to simply observe takes over.
saving what is left of the mind
pestilence
ANGER
Lost in the amount of information that is bombarding my senses, I close my eyes and hope to be back home waiting for the dependable old fifteen.
While taking in the moment and reassuring the heart that all is over, I know the fantasy in the moment and the psychology of what took place.
Frightening to know that what I perceive might be merely imaginative, a reflection of a mental defect, or actually a signal from future energy signatures.
Without hesitation My eyes open and reality is rapidly gained.
The world seems brighter some how now. The lucid trip leaves me in comfort and feeling