AFRICA
Hiking, Camping, and Prison
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Almost on cue animals started to fuss and bustle with the imposing change of cast members. While the dusk drifted into night, primal sensibilities had already alerted the weak of dangers inherent in the increasingly darkening shadows that seemingly swallowed what light remained. We were witnesses to this life cycle, the give and take in nature, where defeat comes to those in the guise of death, providing life, so another may live to kill or be killed. We realized that we were on the edge when a foolish mistake or miscalculation might lead to the point of no recovery. We were in
We sat there listening to the growing silences lengthen then diminish as some disturbance upset a portion of the population under the ever-present siege of fear. The dusk had left us submerged in a darkness that had gently grown until the glow of the firelight told us of its completeness. I moved my legs realizing that they had gotten cramped. The sunset and the subsequent events until now had mesmerized me. My stirring upset the mood of the others, and self-consciously we looked at each other’s faces and smiled. It was a moment to cherish and be grateful that we were alive, able to experience all of this here in the untouched purity of nature. It was at this moment that we heard the lions begin their task, communicating to each other using a deep guttural cough that traveled great distances over the bush veldt. We sat there listening, trying to discover where they were hunting, deciding that we too, would go in that same direction the next morning. I looked up to the sky seeking solace in the familiar constellations that I knew would be there. Orion was always a friend that could be found quickly at this time of year. Perhaps I derived comfort and solace from The Hunter being there.
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One prison, four jails, in three different countries no less, and four years later; having been kicked out from the last three countries I had visited; I found myself heading through Europe to the North Sea. The oil rigs beckoned. Nothing had been planned to end this way. How I got to this point, is the story.
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My intentions were to travel to
Again, this story relates the experiences of a naïve young man who matured to manhood with the help of people he met, along with the circumstances and events that he encountered. At that time, body counts of US soldiers in
My mother had dreams, my friends had astral visitations, and I had a visitation of my own while in prison. The time in history, places, people, and animals are what make this story interesting. Times have changed, but the escapades were real. Please enjoy, be encouraged to take the first step that may help to determine the rest of your life.
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During one of my college courses my professor chose some class members to participate in an aptitude test. He explained that he employed this assessment in his private practice. He introduced my results with, ‘…this person has no aptitude for anything in particular…no indices being dominant…’ I understood those results to mean that I could accomplish whatever I put my mind to, and that any vocation was open for me to challenge.
I am the first in my family to receive a four year degree, a Master’s, and to be sentenced as a spy. I worked for a stockbroker for ten years and traded stocks. I was an advertising director for a small newspaper for a few years, and even tried modeling on my travels, and in the
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