I’ve been coming to this lake in Rockhammar for 16 years. There is a meditation rock I sit on and also I conjure it up when I’m away from this place. Once a man appeared at the far end of the lake. He was wearing snowshoes and moved fast towards me. Where he’d come from, I don’t know. And as he passed me close by, I turned my head to follow him, but he had disappeared. Literally disappeared. Many strange things have happened to me as I have sat here on the meditation rock, which makes me believe that this place stands between two worlds. One, we live in with our technology and our small worries and war machines. One is the world of the after time where we can glimpse what is to become when we leave this world. That is where the snowshoe man went, I’m sure. But in these many years I have never found the passageway. It has always found me.
