Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press
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wondered what it would be like to not breathe. Not the suffocating. I<br />
realized that though I knew intellectually I would die, and that dead<br />
people don’t breathe, it never struck me immediately in my body that<br />
there would ever come a time when I stopped breathing. I couldn’t<br />
remember not breathing, but it was possible to feel that empty space,<br />
before my coming into being, and imagine it stretching out infinitely into<br />
the future in front of me, into the past behind me, and suddenly this<br />
growing horizon was not a before or an after. I saw my life as a selfcontained<br />
bubble, a secret never to be known, all of our lives and trials:<br />
secret, silent.<br />
The sun was beginning to set, and the crickets were singing. So I sat<br />
down and listened to them. Tears were streaming down my face, but I<br />
couldn’t remember why. It was like sitting in a theatre after a movie you<br />
particularly enjoyed has ended. Everyone else long ago filed out the<br />
back, but you still sit expectantly waiting for all the actors to come back<br />
and do it all again.<br />
Unexpected thoughts entered my mind at this point. Amidst this confusion<br />
I found myself thinking back to the woods that I had explored with<br />
Ken and my other friends, and I thought about something Dawn had<br />
mentioned to me in passing: that they were selling those lands, those<br />
sacred lands, to help send Samantha to college. I imagined it torn apart,<br />
leveled, sterilized. They would become a housing community, yet another<br />
identical outcropping of the alienating suburbs that were blighting the<br />
country. …The night in the carriage house, staring in the mirror, They<br />
came to me. Now it was clear, if only for a moment, what exactly I had<br />
agreed to. The woods somehow knew what was coming…though it<br />
seemed crazy, for a moment I understood that there was a struggle on,<br />
here, now, this very moment, for the future of the planet. But it was<br />
waged here in the present between the future, and the past. Sides are<br />
being drawn. Those who hear this, and feel the call, will make themselves<br />
known. Then the lucidity was gone. Briny taste of tears in my<br />
mouth.<br />
In a while, I couldn’t remember who I was at all.<br />
When my self-awareness returned, I wasn’t myself any longer. It was<br />
like returning to your home after a war, a burnt out shell of what had<br />
been. Love had passed through hate and become absolute, ineffable<br />
indifference. This was my second real initiation, the first of course being<br />
birth, though whether it was to be a success or failure remained to be<br />
seen. What returned to take my place was something hardened, more<br />
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