sweet creek falls

         It was  remote viewing. Maxine lay heavily upon the bedsheet, her wide hips writhing like an engorged serpent. She had been invaded. Brother Ambrose could not look away. For he was drawn to her anguish like a moth to a flame.
        His viewing technique was self-developed. He  practiced Transcendental Meditation  and was initiated in Sidhi-TM. Though he meditated quite succussfully inside the comforts of his van, nevertheless,  he sought out meditation centers. The energy shared within a group was mind boggling. Sidhi-TM eventually led him to "flying" groups.
         A TM friend introduced him to the Monroe Institute and astral travel.
         Double whammy.
        


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         Scoop drove over to the Totem Pole Lodge and parked behind Sonya's apartment. The next door apartment had an old van up on blocks. The Skell Van.
         "Well, I'll be damned!"


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           Ziggy lost his mind soon after splitting from Artie and Leah. Cherry Blossom was gone forever.
           He drove as far as Sweet Creek Falls.
           By then he was raving mad.
           Leah had told him what had happened. She described the obscene mortuary rites. The vision of Ernst Mueller bathing Cherry Blossom's poor dead body with rosewater was too much. Simply too much. 
          He found himself wading into deep water. The falls were crashing above. He was screaming.
          "Cherry! Cherry, my love!"
          People gathered around. A preacher from the God Fearers baptised him.
          Full emersion.


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            Each ensuing year he made holy pilgrmage to Sweet Creek Falls.
            Driving the Skell Van.