Well, at least not to me…
Most days I spend around here my mind wanders to many distant places… of which I welcome sensations that aren’t quite dreams, but more like voices. I hear things in my head that just make perfect sense; and this blog, my dear Josie, and my words, try to resemble the inner meanings theses voices vicariously transpire through me.
Don’t shoot the messenger. I’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, I believe in every move I make; simple deliberate actions that appropriate far more than you could ever understand. Make me out a monster, but I can’t help the coincidence that I am a Two-Headed Boy. Sing everything as loud as you possiblecan, for signals of emotion are the most beautiful exert of passion one can ever imagine.
Relishing in cosmic haze can really coat the soul with some interesting shit to observe. Stuff you don’t normally come across, but secretly enthralls you as you drift through the freshness these mysteries commit. Hmmm…. Can we find an example? I think so:
Doesn’t that look like fun!? Above Helm’s Deep, you can see Captain Neptune anchoring our rope. Where are we? Why are we there? Well, that answer is simple: We are exactly where we needed to be at the perfect moment not to be there, trying to release ourselves from the bullshit “fate” normal folk rely upon.
Upon dropping our rope 100 feet below the cliff’s edge, we looked to each other and smiled. Repelling down a cliff is easy and dangerous… but I’ve never even practiced or tried (How Fun!). So I strapped into my harness and threw myself over the deadly edge. After 10 feet, I clasped my hands firmly onto my beligh device, immediately impeding my free fall. I looked up to Captain Neptune’s scared eyes above me, and laughed my head off.
“How fucking rad is this shit!” I screamed back up to him.
“Dude… just go for it! Life is always in your hands; only you decide what happens next.” He sheepishly yelled down to me with a casual grin.
I finished the rest of the repel rather quickly… excited from the adrenaline rush flowing through my soul. As my feet touched Mother Earth once again, Captain Neptune followed suit down the cliff to join me at the bottom. We decided to climb back up; despite the treacherous rocks and difficulty the route back up would demand us to overcome. I went first… climbing my way up: 10 feet. 30 feet. At 50 feet I faltered, slipping on a rock as it collapsed upon my grasp. I screamed, however Captain Neptune had me firmly in his grasp… As I swung back and forth, I eventually grabbed ahold of a new rock grip that had emerged from the destruction I had committed, and continued my climb back towards the peak. Along the way, many difficult climbing routes had to be found, and as I sifted my way through the puzzle natural rocks gave to me, I completed my task.
Captain Neptune lowered me to the ground, congratulating me. He then scared the absolute shit out of me: “Now it’s my turn, you ready?”
I have never belighed another person in my life. Yet my friend trusted his life in my hands. He instructed the basics to me, and looked me in the eye as he began his ascent. “I never belighed someone anywhere close to this height for over 2 years… I trained to do that job until I was ready to correctly perform it. But I trust you.” Captain Neptune’s last words before he started to climb were simple: “Dude on a rock?”
“Rock Fucking on Dude!” I anxiously told him. He began climbing, and I did my best to keep up with him as he expertly worked his way up. Around 50 feet, again it happened. A rock slipped out of the cliff, smashing into Captain Neptune’s head… Immediately the rope jumped and jerked me, but I knew my friend, and I grabbed ahold of my harness and beligh line, instantly stopping his free-fall just like he had done for me. “Are you fucking ok!?!?!?!” I screamed to a limb figure.
“Dude… I’m grand.” He quickly said, fighting to regain his position on the rock wall as blood dripped to the base of the cliff. Captain Neptune made it to the top of that cliff, and when I lowered him down, he smiled and just whispered: “Thanks dude. I trusted you.”
I’ll never let my life slip out of my hands. And I’d be god damned if I EVER let my best friends’ lives slip out either.
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