Love you and your journey

Felix

I am a shoot from the blessed tree. The three previous generations of Asanga men, including my father, were born with signs that portended greatness. Times like 7 a.m. on the 7th day of the 7th month.  Devas and other creatures of the heavenly realm flitted and flirted about to celebrate their entrance into this world. Yet, unlike my forefathers, I, John Yogacara Asanga, had an inauspicious birth.

This is my story in all its nakedness. It is the truth as much as I remember it. I tell you this because it’s been many years since it occurred and sometimes even I don’t believe that it happened. Yet, it did. All of the mystical, magical details are true. I either experienced them directly or witnessed them with my own eyes. They include things I never imagined were possible and are based upon the one true thing I know in my heart is always possible… LOVE

Aijeba and I continued down our path as quietly as possible.

As advertised, about a mile in, we came across remnants of her

kills. Chital bones, gaur and boar tusks gleamed in the dusky

shade of the trees; in areas, there were still tufts of fur clinging

to the wet bone. This was no ordinary jungle predator; tigers are

usually solitary hunters and one gaur bull alone would be enough

to satisfy several hungry felines. This creature had ravaged three

rather large animals in a few days at most. The killings were so

recent that the vultures had yet to clean up the mess; or, perhaps,

Listen, listen to the stories of the trees,

Emanating in voices from their roots to their leaves.

The wind blows magnetic, it too prophetic,

For those with hearts and minds intertwined.

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