Do you remember how it feels to sense fear in yourself? There are times when the brain requires that bolt of stimulation to keep you centered. We are weak when we soften….and of little use to ourselves, others, but more importantly, the never ending demands of the universal balance.
It was a long dirt, dark, dank, and daunting path that led to what, when explained in the daylight, by a Belizean local, seemed easy enough. Ahh….culture buzz dude….keep on. And he did. He had his woman though, and that always complicates his view. He is never as much worried with his own demise as he is in even disappointing his woman. He can only credit his father with the whole “pedestal” thing.
He figures he should be hearing the drumming by now, as he walks hand in front of face to the end of the peninsula where the gathering was promised. She trusts him and he trusts the guy, and all of it is highly questionable at this moment. Then, after catching a few too many 
branches in the face he emerges out of the jungle thicket to see a light. Yes a light. It sat up upon a pole, and since it was the only target around he was drawn to it like a bug.
branches in the face he emerges out of the jungle thicket to see a light. Yes a light. It sat up upon a pole, and since it was the only target around he was drawn to it like a bug.Reaching and reaching allowed him to reach the pole and then he heard the bigger draw, the drums. The drums of people who do not need light to see, who do not need light to feel, who seemed to not understand his nervousness. What is it you fear losing? 
Oh…to lose the fear!
