The #ELEMENT

As of this morning, it has been 1yr. Free and clean of all toxicity. I haven't laid a finger on drugs or alcohol. Recently my addictive personality has been in considerable control. PHYSICALLY & MENTALLY I feel as strong as ox. In all sincerity Spiritually I feel much, much more is to be revealed. My stay at the treatment center has been awakening for sure! Besides a new year, my graduation and completion of my rehabilitation, or should I say to continue... The 12 steps I've become familiar with speak of a constant struggle. A lesson of consistency and preparation to counter the grip of self-medicating. A balance of emotions becomes aware. To be truthful, nervousness has been pecking away at me all week. The excitement of going home has become disrupted by uncertainty. Fear has a conniving way of inviting itself. Still, I hold fast on my blueprint, the master plan I had been setting in place for the longest. Even in the entrapment of the jungle, I had been on the fence. I was blessed. Being pulled by a force unconceivable to the dying flesh. It took a while for me to reach this moment. In due time I suppose. The relationships and knowledge of this particular moment are perfect. The most amazing woman that I've ever met just so happens to be my nurse. I,d been in complete awe of her beauty from day 1. The care and compassion she showed toward me were unforgettable.

Dr. Orion had been working on the farm, in and about the acres of the facility. Being head of the neurology department, his presence was much needed by the owning parties. The good doctor had been experimenting on the brain activity of the animals and addicts. Surprisingly no one knew about this underground mad science project. For two years Dr. O. has successfully tested his claim on top-tier championship thoroughbreds. The endorphins in the addict's brain someway play a part in the performance and passion exhumed from these stallions.

When I think back to my first week in the recovery center, my detox was horrible. The restless nights, along with throwing up green poison was all to be had. The cold/ hot sweats seemed to never leave. One late early morning I was doing the most. Unable to make my way to the bathroom, Joanne showed concern and compassion as a cold towel wiped my face. I swore to myself never again, I was at my breaking point. I wanted nothing less than total transformation. My weekends were spent in the gym area, working out intensely. After a few weeks, I was feeling as normal as I could recall.

A short distance from the big house was the barnyard house. The Element was its latest addition. Jet black, A magnificently stunning creation. The magical steed, Element had come to the farm by complete chance. Soon destiny would be a better choice of reasoning. Literally out the clear blue, came GALLOPING a stray horse, through the woods. State trooper Mario Middleton was first to spot the stray presumably lost Mare. It was an early foggy morning early last spring. A colt on the side of the road wasn't as strange as one would think. At first glance trooper Middleton thought a horse of Mr. Price's stable had somehow gotten loose. ELEMENTS capture and delivery was instant gratitude and underlined appreciation. Mrs. Price immediately recognized ELEMENTS beauty and grace and fell instantly in love. I had already begun packing for my release from the program. Anxiety was becoming a pest, after months of preparation I was still figuring things out. I was still putting it all together. Only an idiot in every sense of the word would repeat insanity. During my eventful and very peculiar stay at the Center, besides Compassion, I'd built an intimate relationship with nature's most trusted companion. Everything was set in place. Weeks of intricate planning were soon to be in motion. After tonight's wrap up ELEMENTs Native existence will have been set free! And right in the nick of time. Compassion had become restless and was acting jumpy all that day. Something was on Joanne's mind. And it wasn't just a Barn Owl she had seen. At Lunch, I overheard her talking of a large snow-white owl that made its home in the stable.

Half a millennium prior, this very spot was nurtured and cultivated by Native Americans. Their strong Warrior presence was still very much present. The dreams I'd been having were more than the Cowboy and Indian movies I'd been watching. Every night I had been in conversation with an Indian chief. I'd presumed because of the many colorful feathers. He'd always lead me to a place with thousands of horses. Eventually, only 1 would remain for me to ride off in the sunset. Most of the time I'd be alone, but occasionally I'd have a companion.

I couldn't get back to my workstation fast enuff, the trail behind the BARN which leads back to the treatment facility could have been a racetrack. I always knew something odd was going on. But never did I imagine this! My first notion was to unlock every stable and politely walk each of them off the property. Behind closed doors only known to her dearest friends, Joanne was a bonafide animal activist. She was passionate about more than Davon. As he would soon find out.

The moment was at hand. The stars and the moon were in line just as the Indian Chief said they would be. A perfect arrow was formed in the clear midnight sky, symbolically pointing in the west direction. Joanne and I were about to seal the deal. Our relationship had become much more than nurse and patient. Our escape plan meant more than either of us knew and would have greater consequences. Any personal acquaintance with a client was grounds for termination. She and I both knew we were in for action from all angles. Our plan was linked to all the distractions surrounding the weekend's events. The Kantuckett Derby's opening ceremony was a day away, and all focus was on continuing the Price tradition of Thoroughbred excellence.

All Davon had to do was stick to the script, and everything would be fine. I wanted to tell him of my discovery of what really goes on around here, but I knew it would only complicate things, and he had more than enough to think on. Davon has a brilliant mind. His witty personality and sense of humor were most attractive, but what stole my heart was his passion for life and calming spirit. Every time we come close a sense of relaxing joy comes to me. After what I knew about my work environment, rethinking our decision was not an option. I had become determined to free 2 special souls. Both of which knew not of the mental atrocities in store.......