High Ground - Author's Forward
It has been twenty years since I fled the Mountain following the events I describe in "High Ground", terrified that my game would end before I could share what I had learned, and have this story lost forever, rather than preserved for the benefit of the People.
As Joseph Campbell notes in "The Hero With a Thousand Faces" -
"Even the Buddha, after his triumph, doubted whether the message of realization could be communicated, and saints are reported to have passed away while in the supernal ecstasy."
During the two years it took to write this manuscript I was the mechanic at the Presidio Golf Course in San Francisco. I remember very clearly the surreal experience of standing on the city sidewalks feeling as though I were surrounded by dream-walkers who were completely submerged in their fantasies on the "holodeck", while somehow managing not to step in front of a bus.
During this time I was reading more about Taoist alchemy, and trying to map their models of alchemy, along with Buddhism, and the schools that taught "awakening", to my models of "motion." In one Taoist text I read that you must seek out a teacher. From the phonebook I picked a martial arts master who also taught Taoist meditation. When I sat down across from him and our eyes met, I knew that this time I had found the real thing.
"When I was young, I had a rule, that if I perceived something to be true, I must act as though it is true."
"I was out in the woods, and I had some books on alchemy with me. One of them said - Stop thought." Pause.
"So I did."
"Pretty good stuff, huh?"
Deep breath. "Yah."
"I read in a book that I need to seek out a teacher."
He leaned back.
"Oh, I don't know. Seems that they like to figure things out for themselves."
"That was my inclination."
Twenty years later, and I am still trying to put this tale into context. The story of my life before I drove up the Mountain has everything to do with what happened on the Mountain, and what happened on the Mountain set the line for everything that has happened since.
I begin The Lord's Bedchamber "In Medias Res," the middle of things, but I will try to tell you the whole story as best I can; of how my life became a search for the truth, of how that search became an addiction to the game of seeking; how that game led me to High Ground, and how High Ground triggered The Return. If you find within these pages the answers that you are seeking, I transmit to you the Taoist debt -
Go forth and do good deeds.
The Bizarre Story of my Awakening
By Christopher Sly
I was supposed to be the hero...
I don't think it was ever a decision, that there was a choice made. I was supposed to be the guy who came out of nowhere to save the day, then vanished during the party, the guy who made the happy ending happy. I was the man in the Superman costume; I was the knight who stopped the fight just by showing up. I was William Tell Sackett and Lazarus Long. It was here that my path truly began.