The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

June 9th, 2012 The words echo into my brain as I slowly fade to black. My soul rises out of its integument, leaving its carriage behind. I hover above myself as I absorb the life of those around me. My energy quickly evaporates into thin air as I say goodbye to the carcass that is now empty and soulless. Just remnants of who I once was and who I'll never be again. My noumenon bouncing around the walls, I playfully celebrate my freedom. I pass through my loved ones, breathing life into their sorrows and supplying them with vitality and strength. My essence dissipates, but I leave the gift of love as I journey into the heavens. I move across the bright sky, which, even at night, is illuminated by the light that radiates from my aura. I am free as a bird, and   all my worries are left behind. My journey will continue, but not here, not now. My climb continues above the earth but not at the speed of light or sound. My ascend is slow and deliberate, taking one last glance befor...

*To read entire series click here June 6th, 2012 I decided to tell this story because it was a pivotal loss we had between losing the twins and the birth of our oldest son, Nico. It was a trying time for her and me. That period tested everything our relationship was about and everything it would be. We were desperate to heal ourselves and try to replace the loss we suffered on that terrible October morning in 2006 when we suffered a double loss of twins the morning, we were scheduled to give birth. Mimie was very strong, but strength can only last so long. There Always Time: I've Got Twins PART VI I removed my bright maglight flashlight from its holster attached to my gun belt. I used the 24,000 candle power to light up the inside passenger compartment of the car. The bright light would shine on a reality of life that is more common than some think. And total bullshit to come across after what Mimie and I just went through. It made me question my faith in God and the pro...

June 4th, 2012 What's worse than being sick? Being sick and having two hyper toddlers running around that want you healthy and joyful. Unrelenting bosses who don't care how you feel. They only know that you are   Superman, and nothing can bring you down. They need me no matter what. Being sick is not an excuse or an option. I can feel the physical decline begin. The scratchiness in the throat, the prelude to the  - Oh shit, I'm getting fucking sick - thought crosses my mind like an incandescent light bulb being flicked on. The runny nose drips like a leaky faucet. Coating the back of my throat. To make matters worse, it gives me double the trouble as the mucus finds its way out of my nostrils, like when my two-year-old cries. I take care of myself, doing my best to avoid getting sick. Appearing physically healthy outside would encourage my internal self to get with the program and feel healthy. I should have taken more meds and less meditation. I don't want to de...