The Prophet Obblonge - Each Practiced Scenario

If you are afraid of dying, you will die afraid
Fear, says Lovecraft, is the oldest and strongest human emotion
And the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown
Through experience, one can become immune to the paralysis inherent in uncertainty

Set the threshold where overwhelming endorphin rush occurs higher with each practiced scenario
It is in the fraction seconds that the driver of the sliding, skidding, sideways-moving vehicle
On the darkened, icy mountain road has that the brain
Sending instructions to fingers gripping, can either remember to steer into the loss of traction

Or perform the opposite task, thus ensuring injury or fatality
Terror-infused inaction here will destroy the life feeding it
Death will come. Inevitably and at any moment
If you are asleep, you more than likely will not notice

If you are awake, it can often be stayed in its hunger
Guns barrel, foreground driving attention away from the assailant's
Movements and tell-tale posturing
Thunderous atmosphere splitting crack of tree trunk as gravity and wind fell the wood

Pupils dilating to maximum excursion before the majesty of a once-sheltering structure
Engulfed in supremely oxygenated flames
Brightest primary colors moving in perilous proximity
Hollow injector fangs dripping

When it comes, it is not usually patient
Only if one is aged, expecting and accepting
Otherwise, it is in the counts of few Mississippis that your lifespan is truly measured
Facing your fears by confronting them and conquering prepares the individual
For these inevitable moments

This is the legitimate use of the tools known as psychedelics
To go using one's imaginative faculties where the future will certainly bring one
Sooner or later
Awe is an imprinter of pathways and associations in shorter spans of time

Than a general amalgamation of lesser impressions collected
To venture forth and converse as an equal with gods is to retain that status
An armor impenetrable, an arsenal megalithic, forged of mind directed by fully developed
And created self

And a rational but useful and usable ingrained insistence that you do in fact have control
If only for the ever present
Awareness of mortality breeds more time
The only true possession

And with this valuable possession, the ultimate priceless currency may be spent
Love cherished and nurtured
Preparing body to be present yet again for its holy addiction
Once again, as before, hold me close

Skin against skin
Breath hot and moist against my cheek
Pulling, grip, desirous need
Falsehood of materialism exposed, enabling us to indulge in this activity

Just as we have so many times before
This is why we choose to be here, as we define it
We, wholes, not incompletes, consciously deciding, not being predestined by unseen
And unknowable

You, dearest, are the sole reason I steer into the loss of friction and recover volition
Of movement
I will not be forced to travel in any degree of compass reading that I do not declare my
Road to my destination

Written by:
Michael Mackenzie

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