By Ian Moose
I was 20 years old. I was attending college in Colorado where I was living in a borrowed sheep herder’s tent (canvas walled tent with wood stove). It was late October and the moon was shining full over an early fresh snow fall. I decided to go for a jog in the snow by moonlight. I ran and ran. I lived about a mile from the campus on state land.
I had been reading a book about transcendental meditation which involved imagining leaving your body and staying attached by an imaginative rope to your body. It was a bit out of my normal reading which usually was more inclined to Tolkien or Heavy Metal mags. But I read the short book none the less. Along with instructions I had from an art instructor I combined three different meditative practices in to one night of terror.
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