The vision extended for weeks until I crashed from talking to myself too much about what was happening. I was beginning to sort out the imagery, at new levels of thought, until those damn words started dominating my consciousness again. They messed up the receipt of dramatic presentations--like hypotheticals--notably about surrounding dimensions. It was all very symbolic--including a kaleidoscope of history--conceivably as revival of archetypal memories from amnesia since birth.

The overwhelming impression was that some schoolmaster(s) kept feeding me artfully crafted lessons about life--from somewhere out there--which have changed everything; frankly wrecking my life for 30 years.

Only now am I learning to really enjoy the wonderful memory. It is worth sharing as religion distilled to an essence, along with the other disciplines. The implications are universal: like the visions of Black Elk about the interlocking "hoops" of each people binding us together into a whole species.

There is simply no sense in staying at war (within and) among ourselves. The challenge is to ride out the Shakespearean "tempest" toward a really Brave New World . . .

McCord Finished at the Cactus Club Branson West, MO January 21, 2004

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Phenix Bridge
(Between Ash & Walnut groves, MO)

As the galaxies abide

With measured precision

Aglide around the horn . . .