Bobavad Gita: February Winter Excursion 2007 (Part 5 of 6: Inside Mike's Mysterious Dark Hole)

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Pat was the first to find him:

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He's in some sort of hole. But why is he just sitting there?

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As we approached, a type of verse or secret muttering could be heard, a chant if you will. But what was it...those words so elusive to mortal ears, his occult-like murmurs, too cryptic, so indecipherable.

Or perhaps we did not really want to decode those codes for fear of understanding a truth too punishing.

Though we were initially hesitant, we both soon drew near enough to hear. We found strength to approach the unfamiliar manifestation. We grew courage to listen...

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"CAVERNS, CAULDRONS, AND WITCHES!"

"CAVERNS, CAULDRONS, AND WITCHES!"
"CAVERNS, CAULDRONS, AND WITCHES!"

yes caverns, cauldrons, and witches indeed. This is the very arcane mystery we were now witnessing right there in front of us, of which Mike had alluded to in previous conversations about this enigmatic place and which i had dismissed as mere fantasy.

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Yes, he had warned us of this very spot, powerful with dark secrets beyond human comprehension and certainly beyond what i had previously assumed. And there it was before our very eyes. To the uninitiated, it was but a hole in the ground, but to Mike it could not be described in such profane terms. Now i understood why.

But this was only the beginning for me. I still had much to learn about this dark mystery...

I had to enter the hole.

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Something came over me and i don't know what it was.
I started chanting just like Mike had done. "Caverns, Cauldrons, and Witches...Caverns, Cauldrons, and Witches..."

But then something went horribly wrong. I kept chanting but i started mixing up the words.

Or, better said, the words started mixing up ME!!!

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"Caverns, Cauldrons, and Witches..."
"Witches, Caverns, and Cauldrons..."
"Cauldrons, Witches, and Caverns..."
"Witches, Cauldrons, and Caverns..."
"Caverns, Witches, and Cauldrons..."

It soon became apparent that the number of combinations in which these three powerful words could be said, were almost infinite. I feared that i would be helplessly in the grips of that dark possessive power, harbored deep within this menacing place, for a very, very long time, quite possibly for minutes.

Well i made it out alive, but fundamentally altered, even unto the molecular level, like my Ribosomal DNA had rearranged itself into metachlorians, altered in ways that i just could not hope to explain to the uninitiated, unfortunately.

Well, we soon left that mystery behind and headed back toward the road.

Destination: Lake Superior.

Michael walked ahead of us, again leading the way.

And as i pondered this arcane knowledge i had unwittingly and irreversibly attained, and not without shame, Pat took a picture of a tree stump with mushrooms on it.