The Bridge of Life and Death

The Bridge of Light

The bottom two photos show a hole in the rock I climbed, twice. The second time I crossed over this bridge, I was bleeding profusely from a deep gash in the palm of my hand that I had to use to get us over this narrow place. I left bloody palm prints on the bridge. My two alarmed friends handed me across. Their eyes were black saucer due to the high dosage of LSD we took, that made it very difficult for them to stand. I was going into shock and could barely use my legs. This is when I had a vision of being lifted down from the cross. If I was left on this rock, I would die on this rock.

Here are some photos I took of the piece of the rock I retrieved when I returned twenty years later. It fits the…