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Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.
ENDORPHINATION is so much more than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.
Elements of chance, spatial theatre and a twisted sense of humor. (Click on the image to jostphoto.com.)
Marathoners on their last leg, or anyone pushing through walls of self-imposed limitation experience an euphoria, the "runner's high". We live for those ecstatic thrills induced by extreme pleasure, while being absorbed by one or by an orchestral interplay of all five senses, the spirit-mind-body troika intensified.
ENDORPHINATION is so much more than an organic, neurotransmitter cocktail of stimulated peptide hormones.
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EPIPHANY: TRANSFIGURATION: WHY I AM WHO I AM
I must have been 5 years old, because I recall sharing a bedroom with my younger brother, 4 years my junior. He slept behind retractable bars in a crib. My twin-size bed was positioned parallel within whispering distance, the headboard situated under a rather large window festooned with curtains, sheer and diaphanous.
Except for a streetlight two houses down, there was no errant light around outside. Thus, if especially unsleepy, which was most every night, I would either kneel on my pillow, elbows propped on the sill---or, I could lay supine, neck hyper-extended and peer out into a magical star-speckled sky, drawing pictures by connecting the twinkling dots. The comforting chorus of nocturnal creatures, concealed amidst the phantasmagorical landscape, enchanted my eardrums--a drone, an incessant, yet soothing night-music lullaby, coaxed me to sleep, drifting out beyond the stars.
On one of those star-trek nights, cast adrift in the Orphic Realm, my bed transformed into an interplanetary craft and I experienced one of the first of many to follow OBEs. Except this was an epiphany---though, at the time, my young, imaginative mind construed the numinous event like something akin to Dorothy being whisked away to the Land of Oz.
It was an angelic visitation in technicolor splendor, broadcast in high definition widescreen. In short, I witnessed an avatar of a previous martyred incarnation. Attired in a black tuxedo, arms outstretched as if crucified, the body was suspended overhead at a 45 degree declination.
The sky was refulgent, the multiverse flood-lit with glorious unified light is how I would describe it today. Yet, to the wonderment of this child, the body continued to ascend heavenward, an out of sight transfiguration, borne aloft by celestial, respendent light pixelating into millions, billions, trillions of white doves...
I haven't been the *same* since.....
Except for a streetlight two houses down, there was no errant light around outside. Thus, if especially unsleepy, which was most every night, I would either kneel on my pillow, elbows propped on the sill---or, I could lay supine, neck hyper-extended and peer out into a magical star-speckled sky, drawing pictures by connecting the twinkling dots. The comforting chorus of nocturnal creatures, concealed amidst the phantasmagorical landscape, enchanted my eardrums--a drone, an incessant, yet soothing night-music lullaby, coaxed me to sleep, drifting out beyond the stars.
On one of those star-trek nights, cast adrift in the Orphic Realm, my bed transformed into an interplanetary craft and I experienced one of the first of many to follow OBEs. Except this was an epiphany---though, at the time, my young, imaginative mind construed the numinous event like something akin to Dorothy being whisked away to the Land of Oz.
It was an angelic visitation in technicolor splendor, broadcast in high definition widescreen. In short, I witnessed an avatar of a previous martyred incarnation. Attired in a black tuxedo, arms outstretched as if crucified, the body was suspended overhead at a 45 degree declination.
The sky was refulgent, the multiverse flood-lit with glorious unified light is how I would describe it today. Yet, to the wonderment of this child, the body continued to ascend heavenward, an out of sight transfiguration, borne aloft by celestial, respendent light pixelating into millions, billions, trillions of white doves...
I haven't been the *same* since.....
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Elements of chance, spatial theatre and a twisted sense of humor. (Click on the image to jostphoto.com.)
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NUN ASCENDING, Assisi, 1999: Jost van Dyke
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All the life-changing golden opportunities, every narrow escape disclosing a providential detour, prayers seemingly unanswered, wishes coming true at a precise intersection of longitude and latitude, bravely marching onward to a unique beat of miraculous systolic rhythm has led you to where you're sitting at this moment in time and space, NOW.
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