Episode 17

Transitions

"Transitions" is a partial episode. The second part will be released next Sunday. The entire episode is near 45 minutes, so we decided to break it into two parts.

Jimmy calls the tune, and the song is in the key of transition. Jimmy goes on to explain and define transition. He says it insinuates coming from somewhere and going to somewhere.

Quickly, the conversation segues to death -- another Transit -- where it is written that the being is between lives.

Phreddie begins describing his transition from the USA to Spain, and he wonders, Is selling everything that you own like preparation for dying?"

Jazzy and magic mushrooms. He tells us that everything dissolves and falls away. Later this falling away is replaced with "gotta gotta gotta." The mental apparatus -- this and that.

Transition is also leaving the front door of one's house. There is a new world outside the door.

Experimenting with sleep as death -- treat sleep as death exercise. "Every day is a new day." Phreddie describes sleep as a transition. Adding, "who will I be in the morning?"

Jimmy reminds us that to notice our transitions. He believes that he is a part of all different kinds of transition.

Transitions -- Part One

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Fred M Schill

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.