THE MU-JI-MAN CODES January 2014 | Page 4

Prologue Epilogue As a young man, I was terrified of death and dying. Because of that fear, I spent endless nights without sleep, because I was afraid that if I went to sleep, somehow death would creep up on me, and somehow I would be cheated of life. The thought of me being buried under the ground and being aware of it the whole time terrified me. So as a youth, death or dying was my biggest nemesis. It was always there, stalking me, scaring me. And for all my life, I lived with death as this constant shadow companion everywhere I went and in spite of everything I did. I remember as a child seeing all the old people die in their homes, and death seemed so personal and up close—never saying a word but letting you know he was there and could come for you at any time. So here we are at the birth of the Mu-ji-Man Code. Once this work gets published in one form or another, the world will be made aware of the Mu-ji-Man Code and its two companions, the Mu-ji-Man clock and the Mu-ji-Man ruler. Like every birth, it’s an exciting time and an opportunity to celebrate. As a teenager growing up on the tiny Caribbean island of Grenada, I was very close to my parish priest, Father Smart. I was his main altar boy, so he always took me to all the funerals he was called upon to perform. I got to see the face of death up close and personal many, many times. Ironically, Father Smart also passed away, and I can clearly remember this like it was yesterday—me helping the mortician place Father Smart’s body in the coffin. It was the first time I had touched death itself rather than being fearful of it or observing it from a distance. With the death of Father Smart, I felt that death had gone too far this time, and I wasn’t going to let him scare me anymore. So I made up my mind to stare him down, no matter the cost. As a young adult growing up in these United States, I became very familiar with death from all the street violence, movies, TV shows, video games, and the many wars we have embarked on as a nation and brought to life on TV. It was as if death was a video game being played out right before our eyes as we watched the precisionguided bombs in flight, carrying their cargo of good-old death and destruction. Cheers came from the control center as the missiles hit their targets and claimed their healthy share of collateral damage. So yes, death is still with me, but I see him for what he is—a villain in the movie of life, going about the business of playing his role in a very precise and convincing manner, just like any good actor would. Today I”m a young man in my fifties, and I am beginning to understand death a little more. I’m no longer afraid of him, and sometimes I even see him as a friend. For example, back in 2008, I was visiting my family in Bali, Indonesia, when I received the unexpected news that I was being indicted for conspiracy to commit money laundering. Well, I must say that before that day I always th