Disco Lights

The way I got the story was that anyone who was a mystic, psychic, medium or any other creature even remotely like them was woo-woo. Crazy. Nuts. Out of their minds. Long years after I had put aside all of the nonsense of listening to such people I moved to New Mexico where, even by their standards, I was and am considered woo-woo. As Santa Fe is especially considered a breeding ground for the spiritually suspect, I found myself mildly surprised and later disgusted by the negative attention. Fortunately there were a few others like me and people who lived in or near Roswell and other places with high amounts of spiritual activity. They were far more accepting.

The woo-woo people of Santa Fe not only looked at me like I was insane, they rolled their eyes and said it to my face. Were it not for the fact that I’ve heard it for a lifetime, I might not have snickered at them. To be frank, I found them to be relatively boring. They pretended to eschew modern Western religions and spiritualities such as Judaism, Christianity and Islam. They dove into ancient Western beliefs (witch craft and other European and American traditions) and Oriental religions and spiritualities. All of which is to say, they did not blaze any new spiritual trails in the mountains.

Then there were the poor souls who were afraid of me. They heard about me or met me, froze like Elsa the Snow Queen was standing in front of them and high tailed it for the hills. The unfortunate things.

Moving from sea level to an altitude over seven thousand feet (a height of just over a…