The Folding Chairs Meditation

<p>Dropped Off… </p><p>in a desert bardo after a rigorous affair with his beloved has crashed a man scrambles to collect the parts. He even votes in a national election to appear normal and that launches a downward spiral into displacement and suspicion. </p><p>fear of censure…fear of rebuff <br />he’d jotted on an index card <br />under the woman’s bed. </p><p>The Folding Chairs Meditation is a portrait of a reasonably sane person who crosses party lines to vote for president. The next day his mistress ab aeterna cancels their engagement on grounds of alienation of affection. Here he deviates from his self-told story and starts over from the ground up. </p><p>What follows is a series of “meditations” conducted alone and in the company of “witches” who arrive in time to re-set the timer on the man’s life and launch him on a new course. </p><p>Peterson’s latest delves into the personal side of the latest national election in which issues and attitudes divided the U.S. to a degree perhaps unmatched but in the dark recesses of the psyche.</p>