I found myself mesmerized by the sound and the rhythm of his words.
Somewhere far away, I found myself floating...my vision blurred...things went
fuzzy...
"Hey!" I thought, bursting the mental bubble. "He's formatting
us again--only this time without the LSD!"
I stood back up. I was ready for action. I did not know what to do.
Rama stopped talking, squinted his eyes, and aimed his index finger
at me.
I recalled a scene from The Last Wave, a movie Rama once took me
to see, in which a sorcerer kills a man by pointing a "death bone"
at him.
I now saw Rama as both friend and foe, mentor and tormentor,
Christ and anti-Christ. I was frightened and confused.
Estranged, yet held by his seductively androgynous, authoritative face,
I lapsed into a meditative stupor...
A glint of light caught my eye and snapped me out of the trance.
Rama was chanting something in a low, monotonous tone.
I seized the string with the bicycle lock key. I pictured bright
purple sparks and blue lightning bolts radiating in all directions
from the key. The light shielded me from attack and lit the path
to the door.
"Gotta go," I said and slowly walked away.
"I've got your number," Rama replied, still pointing his crooked finger.
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