Episode 12

Loss

In this episode, "Loss", the THREE-HEADED MAN, engages in a conversation about the death of their parents and grandparents. This conversation was recorded a few days after the death of Jazzy's mother.

While playing Diablo 3 with Phreddie, Jazzy receives a phone call, his mother has passed.

"Here you are, and there you go"

Phreddie tells a story about his own death. In this moment of realization, he touches his own death and discovers its terrifying qualities. He says something like, "I don't remember my past lives. What if I don't exist after I am dead?"

Jimmy counters by commenting it is okay to be afraid, but it's not okay to panic. Courage and bravery are not needed if one does not have fear.

As their conversation progresses, Phreddie and Jimmy discuss the deaths of their fathers.

"Everything dies"

We have so many stories that explain death. Phreddie's recalls the deaths of his grandparents -- his grandfather had a dream about being accepted into heaven, and his grandmother complained about the extreme boredom in the final years of her life.

Somehow, the conversation turns toward Jazzy's weekly Zoom drawing and painting classes. He hosts these arts classes, which help beginners past their fear of engaging in art practices. Contact us for details. For the moment, they are free, no payment required.

Returning to loss, the Heads, share experiences of reading The American Book of the Dead for their parents.

Perceptions. Are we are our perceptions?

The conversation concludes with a question: "Do we get a new body when we die?"

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I like to do. I like to make things. And, I like telling stories. I tell stories to myself and to others.

First, a short biography, which is, of course, is a story. I was born in Cleveland, played sports, and attended university. Later, after a few years in the radio business, I returned to university to study education and literature.

With a teaching certificate in my file folder, I began working in high schools, first as a strike-breaking scab substitute teacher in Cleveland's far suburbs, and then in Chicago, mostly in private high schools.

Cleveland and Chicago. My two main towns, and I escaped them both. Presently, I live in a tiny, isolated, mountain village in Spain. I am reluctant to write the name of the town because I don't like tourists. When the tourists arrive, they look at me as if I am an animal in a zoo.