CHAPTER 14
Freeing the Mystic Within
A tiny speck could be seen moving slowly on the mountain side. It was a man trying his best to brave the elements like the strong winds which blew at him with great force as he continued his trek to the top of the mountain.
The man was continuing although he was badly frostbitten, he had lost part of his toe and the finger tip of his right hand. The man was not giving up this struggle and he continued his journey.
It was then at that precise moment when my consciousness entered the mind of the mountaineer and I became the mountaineer as his thoughts, his desires, losses, gains, successes and triumphs became a part of me. I was now Serge the rock climber who had lost everyone in the world, from his wife and two young children to his parents who had a
