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Chapter 8. The Making of a Seiðman 206<br />
the hammer shot pain through my head as if I were being beaten with a baseball<br />
bat. Eventually, my skeleton was beat back together. The giant of a man informed<br />
me that he was placing one extra small bone in my neck. He beat skin together and<br />
draped it over my frame. I could see myself from above and I looked like something<br />
from a horror film like Night of the Living Dead. The dreamtime lasted for three<br />
days but I’m not sure how long the dream actually lasted and physical time. No<br />
matter, the pain was intense, I was horrified, and seemed to last forever.<br />
The hallucinations/ dreams lightened up somewhat after that experience, but<br />
they continued on for the next several years. They should mention that the dreams<br />
did not only take place during sleep but during the day as well. I would see ghosts in<br />
the forests high in the mountains, walking down the street, at work, and particularly<br />
at graveyards and funerals. It was if a clear plastic sheet were always hanging down<br />
in front of me and on that sheet I could see the reflections of people standing behind<br />
me. I could see these people, they could see me (usually), I could speak with them<br />
and interact with them, but they were thin and translucent. This is really the best<br />
way that I can explain it. It was as if the Otherworld were somehow overlapping on<br />
to Midgard.<br />
In September of 1992 I went to a fiddle contest in Santa Fe, NM. I was scheduled<br />
to play on a Sunday afternoon with a band that we had thrown together. Everything<br />
was prepared and we had practiced our numbers several times. I was sitting in the<br />
bleachers watching the bands who preceded us. About three bands before we were<br />
scheduled to play, I became extremely nauseous. My stomach started rolling, I was<br />
sweating profusely, I was becoming faint and I felt as though I were going to fall<br />
from the bleachers. I had a suspicion that I was going to fall into hallucination right<br />
there on the spot (remember, I still believed these to the hallucinations) and I told<br />
my music partner that I needed to be driven home. At first, he thought I was joking<br />
but after he looked at me he realized that I was sick and probably needed to be<br />
driven to the hospital. He helped me down from the bleachers and over to the car<br />
and we left.<br />
About 30 miles down the road it lifted. Pneumonia, the ghost, detached itself<br />
from me and I felt fine. In fact, I felt better than I could ever remember in my<br />
thirty-six years on this planet. I felt light, healthy, well rested. Pneumonia’s parting<br />
words were “It is done. We are finished.” It was at that point that for the first time<br />
I realized this wasn’t a dream or hallucination but some kind of warp in the fabric<br />
of reality.<br />
Being a skeptic, a voice felt somewhat queasy about talking in terms of ghosts.<br />
On the other hand, my experience with pneumonia over the past ten months left<br />
me feeling as if a good friend had just left for an extended vacation. And although<br />
I had come to accept pneumonia is not only having a life of his own separate from