EVOLUTION!
We have evolved. We are gemstones being polished. We’ve come a long long way since the times we lived it all like some terrible nightmare, since the time I finished writing the book, Narcisa and came back to her
for further instruction. Now I’m back and the instruction is going deeper. There is much work to be done.
We’re sitting around the pad, remembering different incidents I wrote about in the book.
“Remember when you threw that fucking chicken across the room, baby? That fucking shit, man, I’m still picking up pieces around…” I laughed.
Progress. We’re actually laughing about things that almost killed us a year ago.
“I paid the big karma for that shit, Cigano,” she laughed.. “They make me kill and pluck the chickens for four month in that shit Jesus place…”
I laughed and laughed and laughed. She is my goddess. My love. My princess. My angel.
The devil who tempts me and the exterminating angel who rescues me, one bloody battle at a time, from the bondage of illusion and ego and self.
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008. All Rights Reserved.
NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.
