Counting the Down

As I spoke, my voice sounded like someone else's. In a moment of lucidity, I noticed Jed writing something down. Then he said, "Please raise a finger on your left hand." Almost involuntarily, I did so. Moments later I heard myself describing yet another disturbing scene: "I am a caveman eating frogs."

Then: "I am watching Jesus get crucified. People are all bloody and looking up at me. I do not understand the language they are speaking." Images of burning crosses flashed through my head. I was looking down at my own body sitting in the chair below, as Jed snapped again.

"Are you ready to return to the present?" he asked. An hour had passed. I slowly opened my eyes, stood up, and gave Jed $65. Maybe it was the intoxicants, or maybe — as the therapy's critics claim — it was a heady mix of will and imagination. I didn't care. It was worth every penny. — Jason Handelsman

Grand, Old, Tardy

Judging from the violence of Rudy Giuliani's collapse as a presidential candidate, Republicans are in big trouble. The American voter, who whistled to work while the foundation of the national economy eroded, is awake.

Taken from: Eye on Miami (eyeonmiami.blogspot.com)