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It is a quiet day here in the high desert where I live. Not too hot. Not too cool. A normal fall day, like many I’ve felt before. I really don’t know why I’m writing. Bored, displaced, not at all like the life I had just a few months ago. I’ve always been interested in writing and being a stranger looking in, today I had a vision. That of a mirror dropped on a hard surface and shattering into a thousand pieces. Each piece a segment of life.

Like the pieces of a puzzle, some small, some larger, others merely slivers. The larger ones, obviously the more stable times of my life. The littler ones days, hours, minutes, perhaps just a thought. Yet all in their turn with something to say. Dare I look? Opening shadows of truth, buried so long ago. Natural curiosity got the best of me, and look I did. And what I saw were indeed glimpses of my past. I must warn you I was a child of the sixties, and I did my fair share of substances I was not supposed to do.

What if anything does have to do with my story you would ask. What man made substances did back then, open my mind, show visions and colors and such, I no longer need. Because a found I had a gift, an insight not always available to those around me without some type of catalysis. I can feel those around me, put myself in their shoes. I can see the past, mistakes that were made. Incredible errors of judgment. And I can, on a clear day, see the future.

In that small piece of glass that holds the future, I looked and I was afraid. Are you? You should be. Man being steward of the earth has done a shoddy job. Driven by greed, he has turned a blind eye for much too long. I personally think it’s too late. It will be a terrible thing when and if history looks back upon our time. How can I apologize to my children s’ children? I didn’t know any better, I didn’t see it, I was unaware… Excuses nothing more. And He who dwells among the stars. What will He say? It’s easy to blame, not take the blame. One of our most human of faults. It’s also easy to get salvation. Believe in my way and “yea shall be saved”. Save this! I’m sorry, I do not like the maze of cults we call religion. Never did. Too much blood has been spilled in His name. I know that’s not what He intended.

I do not mean to preach, obviously a play on words, only tell what I see. Is there time to change? Don’t ask me, ask yourselves, the next time you get in your cars and look in the mirror…..

Too little said, too much to say, again I’ll write another day.

Mindtaster