This morning is a Zeppelin morning. The mystic in me rises up when I listen. I am amazed at lyric and riff at the same time. My youth was obsorbed with these sounds as my soul was drawn into the musings of Carlos Cateneda. Another world was opened to me.
A door way appeared in my inner world and I felt a compulsion to go through it. I did again and again in those early years. The masters of music and the seer of the mystic led me into the depths of heart and soul. I found wonderful depth and beauty, and, even as a young man, a wisdom that seemed to be beyond my own brief years.
A life of pursuing this path of the mystic followed. I took many paths that led to truth and wonder and others that led to disappointment and emptiness. It is a life…
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