“My boyhood was a nightmare,” Power says. “Just like in The Sixth Sense, spirits raided my life starting at a young age.” He remembers the first time he saw a dead person. He was three years old lying on his back in the soft grass of his stepfather’s magical garden. As he stared lazily at the sky an image appeared. It was hazy and fleeting yet Joe saw the image of a face.
An old, rusting car was parked in the middle of the garden and Joe often played inside pretending to drive to faraway places. Many times he felt a presence beside him riding along on his imaginary adventure. Young Joe sensed it was a man and was comforted by his company.
Alternate Realism & the Death of New Age
The remarkable election of an African American junior senator to the highest office in the land speaks volumes to our collective desire for a radical departure from the politics of the last eight years. Barack Obama’s “change” mantra, not new to the American campaign lexicon, took on a palpable urgency this season. A tangle of emotions: hope, pride, outrage and fear, swept the long shot candidate to victory and at the outset of 2009 the world watches and waits anxiously to learn exactly what mode of reality we are substituting the former one for. In this time of peril and destabilization, a critical re-examination of our definitive terms and their underlying principles seems to be in order.