A note: this one is particularly dark, as the title infers. It is about the existence of evil and the terror of doubt. It came to me in that off hour between night and day, and I put it just as it was: a horror and a dilemma of doubt. This is not the way I normally think, however, nor how most of us think, but I hold that most of us do think this way sometimes, and as such it must be looked at and pondered. It is a version of the "dark night of the soul," which is considered crucial for the final stages of mystical union. Doubt and fear must eventually be met, and from there, if one is fortunate, one is able to see beyond it all to union. "Nuff said. FK
Today, a new essay, "Nightmares," under Essays on the web site.
A note: this one is particularly dark, as the title infers. It is about the existence of evil and the terror of doubt. It came to me in that off hour between night and day, and I put it just as it was: a horror and a dilemma of doubt. This is not the way I normally think, however, nor how most of us think, but I hold that most of us do think this way sometimes, and as such it must be looked at and pondered. It is a version of the "dark night of the soul," which is considered crucial for the final stages of mystical union. Doubt and fear must eventually be met, and from there, if one is fortunate, one is able to see beyond it all to union. "Nuff said. FK
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about the authorAll right, already, I'll write something: I was born in 1954 and had mystical tendencies for as long as I can remember. In high school, the administrators referred to me as "dream-world Keogh." Did too much unnecessary chemical experimentation in my college years - as disclosed in my book about hitching in the 70's, Dream Weaver (available on Amazon, Kindle, Barnes and Noble and Nook). (Look also for my book of essays, Beneath the Turning Stars, and my novel of suspense, Hurricane River, also at Amazon). Lived with Amazon Indians for a few years, hiked the Sierra Madre's, rode the bus on the Bolivian highway of death, and received a PhD in anthropology for it all in 1995. Have been dad, house fixer, editor and writer since. Fascinating, frustrating, awe-inspiring, puzzling, it has been an honor to serve in life. Archives
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