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On Unconscious Fear and The Hanged Man

On Unconscious Fear and The Hanged Man

I begin this post with a dream. I walk down a dark alley or street at night and approach a brick warehouse style building with a door, pasted over with unreadable fliers and posters, reminding me of a speakeasy. I knock. The door is opened, but only partly. "Who

An Opening

A long time ago (to me) I was born. I had a reasonable childhood with its mix of joy and agony, peril and progress. I grew up in a religious household where my parents were both devout Jehovahs Witnesses. Surprisingly this was a fantastic childhood, despite what I would later