This is a secret of the
shamans.
The old shaman had decided
not to see another morning,
so he informed his apprentice,
and walked to the hill of his
death.
After composing himself,
and meditating,
the
sorceror searched within himself
for the suicide nasal arteries.
Once he felt the presence of his target,
he composed the sound
that would break them,
and uttered it.
He then dug a pit in the
earth between his legs,
to catch the serum he drooled out.
When a dripping nose became
a nuisance,
he placed small sacred pebbles in his nostrils.
Then
he didn't do much,
but he spoke to the people
as they came by to
talk to him.
After he spoke, he would tip his head
to let the
serum ooze into the pit.
The shaman would die well
before sunset,
gently, painlessly, with dignity
and
consciousness to the end.
I thought it might be good to let
people know
how the wise ones can choose the day
on which they
wish to die.
For those with a preference
about the time they
wish to die,
or where, or with whom,
this medicine may be
priceless.
First let me recommend
life,
with its innumerable advantages.
If your circumstances are
extraordinary,
you may be tired of this advice
and ready to
proceed.
The Crimson
Snake is an escape
which may be
played
with little or no preparation,
few or no props,
and
little or no patter.
You
may in strictness find your own secret sound,
or in liberality use an
irritant, chemical or physical,
to rupture your nasal arteries.
Likewise,
you may artificially ensure success,
with an anti-clotting agent,
but in spirit you join with the shaman on the hill.
Or with your more
distant vision,
if you have taken a drug to lead you on another path.
Aborting,
second thoughts:
Did anyone tell you this was just a game,
or
that the first time was just for practice?
Did anyone imply you can
stop any time?
Even in a hospital, there is no certainty
the
effects can be reversed.
Make sure before you start,
because
this commitment is final.