Deep Thoughts on a Dark Mountain

Deep Thoughts on a Dark Mountain

Suwanee

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A disclaimer: I can get into quite a zone when I get into deep thought. I did just that one night last month when I scribbled down some thoughts in my Journal while sitting alone in the Derrick Knob shelter on the Appalachian Trail.

I thought back to the previous year. Looking out at the shadows and the fading light made bold ideas and new associations appear. Soon, the shadows were themselves consumed and incorporated into the darkness. The wind picked up as I sat there under a halo of the Petzl LED headlamp The Muses were with me.

This is the result of a mad outpouring of thought...organized only slightly. Each word, each phase had meaning at the time---and still does now. This is part of the catharsis.

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About a year earlier I sat in a Memphis hotel room paging through the BSA "Perversion Files" on my iPad. It was a dreary exercise to say the least. Instead of going out to dinner that night with my fellow conference attendees, I sat there feeling more and more miserable.

A torrent of memories was unleashed that night. As the Mississippi River flowed by twenty stories below, I was inundated with thoughts of a boy I knew a long time ago. The rest of the conference carried on with the man in a state of disbelief and detachment.

Perhaps I was Faust ? Had Mephistopheles found me in Memphis?

The man trudged through the conference, certain he now carried a mark on his forehead proclaiming the trespasses inflicted on the 13 year-old boy he once knew. The boy who was never quite the same, though he was a master of subterfuge. His goal? To forget. "If I close my eyes and can't see you, then you can't see me." "Nothing is wrong with me!!"

That trick never works.

Brick by brick I walled off Cerberus The beast's guttural voice(s) became muffled and fell silent, still...

latent.

What kind of three headed beast is this? I suspect it truly is Hadean, demanding a tribute of my flesh for entrance, but never intending to allow my exit. The hellhound still guards me from the prison I built for it.

I visited Eleusis to ask for the knowledge to exit this dark place. MS has indeed been helpful to see that I am not alone. My T sessions and my writing are bearing fruit even as autumn advances. For this, I am grateful. I am grateful for my family, and everybody on MS fighting beasts of their own.

Following Persephone's lead, I am Heracles come to wrest the life from Cerberus. The beast guarding the door weakens as I grow stronger.

I'm weary of its presence. It is wary of mine.

Will
 
Yup, deep. Interesting how many of our thoughts can be related to the dramatic stage of opera contention, especially in the Grecian culture. How many of us experienced these overwhelming thoughts of despair and uncertainty while we struggle with the various demons inside and out.

Your process here is progressive, from the initial imprisoning of the fear of the reality to the Herculean effort of recovery awareness with healing.

Well done Will,
Sam
 
Hi Will,
somehow your writing always bring traces of atmosphere to me when I read it. I remember so vividly scene of one nice day and barn swalow that you've seen outside from some of your earlier posts.
And here the image of dark night in mountain, you alone there surrounded by your memories and not feeling the fear - almost like lonely candle sharing it's light and fighting the darkness. There is something resembling to the story of you attending that conference. Again you stayed alone in the room, so high above the ground and river, lost in thoughts about past.

Give us more ;)

Pero
 
Hi Will. Another incredible post. I'm speechless. I don't have a lot to add other than to say that you really have a way of bringing me right to where you were in that post. While reading it I was right there in the mountaintop shelter with you, right there in the hotel room. It's amazing to read how far you've come on your journey. Thank you for taking us along with you. Peace,

Ken
 
Nice! I opened this link yesterday and then decided to save it for later reading. Then I couldn't remember where you put the link and I went through every post I'd made. Then I thought to check my "messages".

This was great to read. Do you mind if I ask if you're a regular reader of lit./books? This being chock full of references is why I ask.

And 'weary' contrasted with it's near homophone 'wary' in the last line was great.
 
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