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Thursday, January 20, 2005

Have been talking a lot about astral travel of late. It’s nice to be able to; I’ve learned to be careful with whom I discuss this topic with. You’ve got to be the right “type” of person. Otherwise I find I’ve exposed myself to ridicule and scorn. Astral haters! The “type” I can discuss astral travel is of course somebody who’ll plant a row of corn in the spring and as it grows like just a millimeter or whatever a day, jump over it every morning so that by the end of the summer when the row of corn is fully grown he or she can jump six feet in the air straight up. Or somebody who’ll eat her disposable contact lenses instead of throwing them away. But what I haven’t been talking about lately are the TERRIBLE DANGERS involved in astral travel. It’s a burden that’s been weighing on me. The danger? Possession. It’s the same principle involved when you buy a bagel and some coffee at an Einstein Bagel shop, set it down at a table, go to the bathroom and return to find a guy halfway done eating your bagel and drinking your coffee. Post awkward confrontation, you don’t have to worry about that coffee and bagel at the next table, unattended, and whether or not you had the wrong table when you came back from the bathroom - not when you return from astral travel to find some other-dimension creature inhabiting your body. You’re not going to get confused about which body is yours, I mean, it’s you. But I’ll tell you another thing, and this is why I don’t always mention the risk of possession, it’s a LOT easier to astral travel when you aren’t worried about possession. Here’s the bottom line: is it worth the risk of possession to astral travel twenty-four hours into the future and read the winning lottery numbers off the newspaper some business dude is reading in the park so you can come back to your body, wake up, then go out and buy the winning tickets before the drawing? I say it is.

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