“An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.” – Philosopher Muse
Our long walk across the golden sandy desert planes removed my every desire for modern civilization. My appreciation grew for the natural elements with every step forward. But not everyone in our group felt the same way. Some felt terrible withdrawal from being without their cell phones and other such creature comforts. Only those sound in body and mind endured the initial purging of the journey without complaint.
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The astrologers who led the expedition were themselves following the stars. Odd as this might seem but they somehow spoke in the same tongue and dialect of each person present. For instance, those who were indigenous to Mexico would hear them speak in Spanish while those from Canada would hear the exact same correspondence in the Queen’s English.
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Where the hell are we! Some confused voice shouted from the back of the crowd. Somewhere in the heart of America. The explosion of laughter put everyone into an awesome mood. Our star gazing leaders held the humor of Eddie Murphy and were well rehearsed in replying to the stragglers who lingered behind. It’s hard to believe that we were all dancing nonstop for days on end before we boarded the blue bus that brought us here. (See the attached video to continue with the journey to Apollyon.)
Philosopher Muse 