Emanon’s Journey

It’s January 13, 2006. I’ve spent the morning preparing to undertake something the likes of which I’ve never done before.

The Christmas tree is slowly dying in front of the beaten up bay window, the tacky plastic and cardboard decorations are still looking sadly down at me from the peeling, stained wallpaper, and flattened, shredded looking garlands are draped over the door to the dining room. I haven’t touched my school work today.

I can’t seem to make myself do anything today. I’ve been like this for a long while now - years, but things are about to change. I can feel it.

Every now and then, I give in - and a flood of tears washes over me. But in the death of hope - rises a phoenix … and in that phoenix I find that I’m no longer dwelling on thoughts of permaturely ending my turn on the great Mandala.

Already, I’m not the same person I was a week ago … next week, I’ll understand even more. This will be a time of self-discovery …

A week ago, I thought I knew myself quite well. All of that changed last Sunday. Things will never be the same again - they never can be. In less than a week, I’ve learned so much … there’s no going back now.

As my mind and spirit adjust to my new knowledge, I can already feel a sense of peace growing inside - this soon. Knowledge is power … knowledge of self is power over how your life circumstances affect you.

For the first time in my life - I have found power.