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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 182 his head and watches us where we sit, and finally he says,"What's happening?" "We're meditating, Daddy," says Remy. "And breathing," adds Chris. "I'm a great big Indian chief. This is my ow and barrow." "Why?" Mark steps over me on his way to the kitchen. "Today we breathe," I say. "Tomorrow we chant. And the next day, astro-projection. We're going straight from the eyebrows to the Pleaides. Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna." "Where? Where are we going, Mama?" Chris jumps up. "Can I come?" "Straight to the funny farm," says Mark, shaking his head. "You know," I say as Mark helps me up off the floor, "Jenny was into this stuff a long time ago. Out-of-body experiences and stuff, long before it was popular." "I'll bet. Jenny always was a little peculiar." "So are we all. Well, 340 million Hindus do it all the time. Hieronymo's mad againe. -Shantih shantih shantih." "You don't say." He wanders off into the kitchen. "Where's dinner?" "I'm replacing my anger, fear, and insecurity with patience, love, and understanding. It's spontaneous mood-making - radiation |