*Philosophic Society Room 7*

A Trip At Joshua Tree

The Snake Charmer

The midnight desert was still, dark and silent over powered by an endless void of desolates. The rocky loonier hillsides reached their valley's into the solitude of an ancient prehistoric landscape of Joshua trees and cactus. The ominous skies speed endlessly purple in a jeweled composition of astral infinity. The galactic moon hung centered and cast her iridescent beams of ruler ship over the endless plains of existence. Yes I was alone in an ancient time in a distant world. as I followed the paths between the silver rocks and cactus, things were becoming some how different, the once still and lifeless land seemed more alive. I no longer felt alone but a part of this ancient world. Across the land I herd a faint sound of a distant drum, The beets were slow and seemed to be responsible for the summoning of the now rising moon. The drums continued beckoning me by each beet to the now distant mountain side. As I climbed the rocky hillside I felt as though I was taking on a new identity, each step pulling me further into the realm of the serpent. I climbed higher and higher leaving behind the remnants of the once me. The drums grew louder and louder enveloping me in the very rhythm of my table like heart. I stood on the edge of existence and paused. Who was I and What was I. Gazing out over the luminous landscape I stood in amazement. Before me was not the once familiar landscape I had grown accustom to, but a menagerie of multi headed serpents ungelating and flowing to the ancient sounds of India now emanating from the very me, their dragon like heads waving about as though beckoning me to release the very last remaining fragment's of self. To be completely consumed in the dance of the multi colored serpents. I the body of a snake I proceeded to dance among the emerald rocks of centuries long passed. Yes I was the snake charmer, but who was I playing the show for. The people of the rocks?
By Samuel Lockney