Metempsychosis

Dear Diary,

I largely dismissed the 'power' of relics in this course thus far. Although I believe in a higher-power (not just Hobbit produce or Dwarven brew) I remained skeptical about how mere objects could in some way perform miraculous deeds, healing: poppy-cock.

So, as I waded through book two Contexts I noticed a few sections that made me question my anti-materialist ideas. Still I quibbled. I was, as per usual, sceptical about how someone's (supposed) remains could in some way change something in somebody, I put it down to pre-emption. A psycho-sematic nonsense, that the recipient had already decided beforehand that the experience was going to transform them somehow. A kind of self-fulfilling prophecy.

Then I just watched the Digital Versatile Disc as I worked my way through book three Afterlives. Man! The activity on pages 25-26 is really, really On the Flex. The Buddhist cremation of some Lama or another started to pop like pop-corn. Tiny white pearl-like objects were being spat out from the flames. When the fire had died and cooled, the monks retrieved these sacred objects. Wow. Awe and wonder. My God. These people had gem-stones spew forth from their corpses, in a miraculous afterlife event: Pythagorean metempsychosis. This course is seriously On the Flex.

When my friend Adriano came to stay with me, we went to the supermarket. As we arrived he produced his camera and began taking shots of the store. (Adriano is a massive Doors fan) He went home with a bunch of shots that simply read 'Morrisons'. I just noticed that alongside Elvis, we're studying Jim Morrison in this chapter! I am so happy we're doing so, as the religious stuff can sometimes be monotonous. (Forgive me oh Lord!)

Anyhow. I managed to re-apply for financial support for my course (my application was lost in the post). I also squared away the Conference travel expenses form. No problems, only solutions. Tonight is a guitar lesson, which means a meal (I've cooked only rice today, that and oats with jam - I don't drink cows milk). Anyway, Stay On the Flex y'all,

Maximus.