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You know, Kahley, I came to this same conclusion without Dr. Leary's pill :)
in my 20's and like Fur and you really just desire to give back what I have
taken and feel very frustrated that I will be boxed and buried...so
ridiculous. Thank you for challenging me to think about the cremation
option up until now has been something that I have dismissed due to ahhh not
sure why but...better to save all that land and concrete for others who are
worried about such things and join a long line of grandparents and relatives
who have been cheerfully hurled off some unspecified mountain in the Blue
Clarifying moments like I just had don't come too often!! :)
> At 11:25 PM 6/15/01 -0400, FLATers@webtv.net wrote: Even freaked Fur out a
> bit! He said
> >" Man, when I die, don't have all that crap done on me. Just throw me in
> >a pine box and bury me in the woods." I said, "Nope. You are NOT allowed
> >to die your own death!"
> Flashback.... 1968....a party in the woods. Under the influence of a
> recently illegal but mind 'expanding' drug, I sat by a stream marveling
> at a hunk of moss. Lush beyond compare, Delicate beyond the ability
> of man's hand, Tenacious, it clung to a rock despite the constant
> of the water. I became overwhelmed with the need to feel the moss.
> I carefully extended my bare foot. The instant I touched the moss it
> and floated downstream, leave a bare nothing...a void tribute to my
> That moss which had withstood all that it's life threw at it, that could
> on against the water's force ....and all I need to do was greedily touch
> and that touch was death.
> I got upset. Not noticeably so from the outside, but my mind mourned the
> of that moss. I need to leave the scene of my crime and as I put my hand
> for balance in gaining my feet, I snapped off a lady slipper. The next
> minutes were not pleasant. Until I found a bare piece of ledge on which
> perch, my every movement seemed to kill something....something that lived
> in the
> woods where I was just a visitor.
> My mind raced through a life of killing and destruction. I had no right
> be there.
> I contributed nothing. Even in my death, my body would not be allow to be
> for the critters and worms and microbes of the woods. It would be pumped
> of chemicals and locked in metal and the metal locked in concrete and
> in a field where nothing grew but fertilized and herbacided monograss.
> people would kill/cut flowers to place on my grave to rot.
> It was an awful six hours. I went on with my life and I have to say that
> freed from the influence of Dr Leary's tiny pill, I didn't retain the same
> level of
> sensitivity I had achieved on that rock. But a seed was planted. A
> that evolved till I have found some comfort level with the degree of
> I commit.
> Vegetarianism, Krishna, trailcare and the reef I build are all stages I
> through to the point where how lightly I tread is an almost constant
> of my life. Two resolves have survived intact. I hate cut
> send me roses) and at my death I will be toasted and tossed so that
> what ever nutrients survive the crematorium can return to the earth.
> The above is not an attempt to justify screwing around with very powerful
> psychoactive substances. I often wonder if my current memory problems
> can be traced to all the crap I put my brain thru. Just a memory that
> Fur and that program triggered.....
> PS...the massage part really got to me...Yuck.....and cosmetized?????
> Save the eastern forests....cut down acid rain...prevent pollution...save
> Install a clothesline Little things count
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