The Birth of Language

an Art of Dying fragment

Yes, in the spirit of full disclosure: I was high on Hakan’s opium-laced hashish. Very. And yes, this was a betrayal of the Light Experience; but also, in some way, perhaps, I think at times (perhaps to justify my need and weakness, perhaps not), meant to be.

This Dark Experience.

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Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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Ulf Wolf

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Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write. Wolfstuff.com.

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