My Life of Crime as a Shaolin Priest II

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Janah and I found each other when we were about nine. It was confusing at first, who is thinking what, but we eventually learned how to separate. We also see through each others eyes, hear what the other hears. That was bizarre too until we figured out who was actually seeing what. I used to try and pick up a glass that Janah was looking at in her room across town.
We met in person at twelve, her parents moved to the condo above ours in Greenwich Village. Janah’s dad, James Svensson, is a diagnostic psychiatrist, her mom, Kara, an artist. I have two moms, Susan Sylk, my bio mom, and Chris Fischer, my mom's partner. Janah and I became everyone’s daughter, so we share three moms and a dad.
Janah is a bit of a freak. She has natural snow white hair, and she’s an eidetiker, what people call a photographic memory.
I’m another kind of freak. I have unusually quick reflexes, and heightened senses. I can smell sickness like a dog, hear a whisper in another room, see like a telescope or a microscope, which pays off considering my fascination with martial arts.

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We ended Volume I with Janah and I discovering the joys of physical intimacy. We have, for years, known the joy of mental intimacy. We ... Read Chapter


School is out, permanently for Janah and me. We decided it was our last year, no more high school. I was graduated as Janah had been tw... Read Chapter


Admission is Free, Pay at the Door Pull Up a Chair and Sit on the Floor Poem for rope jumping, author unknown* The next day, Kim ... Read Chapter


Don't be afraid of missing opportunities. Behind every failure is an opportunity somebody wishes they had missed. Lily Tomlin ... Read Chapter


Being aware of the truth and falseness of seeking, the mind is no longer caught in the machinery of seeking. There’s a feeling of b... Read Chapter


He who has awakened is freed from fear, he has become Buddha; he knows the vanity of all his cares, his ambitions, and also of his pain... Read Chapter


Almost every problem we have can be ascribed to the fact that human beings are utterly beguiled by their feelings of separateness. It... Read Chapter


If you say it can’t be done, you’re right. If you say it can be done, you’re right. After morning meditation, Janah’s day ... Read Chapter


It’s like stepping into a time portal, finding yourself in fifteenth century China. With indoor plumbing. Susan, on her first visit t... Read Chapter


After morning meditation and breakfast, I am going through the usual gung fu exercises when I feel Janah, 'I’m going to find the old ... Read Chapter


We can all communicate without words. In fact, we do it all the time. Janah Janah gives it a test during the morning meditation.... Read Chapter


Now I have studied philosophy, Medicine and the law, And unfortunately, theology, Wearily sweating, yet I stand now, Poor fool, n... Read Chapter


One has to be indifferent--to health, to loneliness,  to what people say or do not say, indifferent to success or no success, ... Read Chapter


Empty mind? Big deal. Half the people in the world have an empty mind. Daphne Sylk Janah gives Master Sung her decision afte... Read Chapter


I am at two with nature. Woody Allen A week passes, Janah is sitting with a plant for three hours a day. She giggles to me that if ... Read Chapter


It’s like the Spanish Inquisition without the comfy chair. Janah on working with Tan Janah spends the next months with Tan, tw... Read Chapter


I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then. Alice, Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll Late summer, I’ll... Read Chapter


Some moms do guilt trips, some have endless advice. Our moms are happy if we just show up. That’s the best kind of mom.   Daph... Read Chapter


Take us: we were never children like your children We do not understand love songs like your inamorata. poem for personnel mana... Read Chapter


I like that Janah knows my entire being, inner and outer. I particularly like it when she plays with the outer. Daphne   ... Read Chapter


The idea of synchronicity is that the conceptual relationship of minds, defined as the relationship between ideas, is intricately struc... Read Chapter

Twenty One

Teach this triple truth to all: A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew huma... Read Chapter

Twenty Two

I’ve been an RN for twenty five years. I’ve seen some things. Nothing like this. Sonia’s nurse Janah enters the room, a nur... Read Chapter

Twenty Three

'What in hell happened?' 'Beats me, they sat on the floor, as still as the furniture most of the time.' 'Maybe we should all take up ... Read Chapter

Twenty Four

You start thinking about failure, you fail. Your brain looks for patterns. You input the word failure, it finds failure patterns. Goo... Read Chapter

Twenty Five

Genius makes the difficult look simple. Endless practice makes genius. Master Tan The Shaolin sit together, over one hundred m... Read Chapter

Twenty Six

Coming home from school one day, I saw a man hit a woman and threaten a child, right on the street, nobody did anything. I said som... Read Chapter

Twenty Seven

Brian’s mother: Who are you? Wise Man #2: We are three wise men. Brian’s mother: What? Wise Man #1: We are three wise men. Br... Read Chapter

Twenty Eight

Internet Explorer is currently running without add-ons (Sub-header message if you don’t have enough junk attached to IE) Janah thin... Read Chapter

Twenty Nine

I wasn’t there. I mean there was no sense of a me that was separated from anything. I don’t know how else to say it. Susan ... Read Chapter


Daphne, 'I thought one plus one was two. What happened with us?' Janah, 'In Reality, we’re one plus one, in Actuality, we’re one ... Read Chapter

Thirty One

You can be anything you want A lie masked as encouragement The next day, Janah and I are invited to sit with our Abbot in the garde... Read Chapter

Thirty Two

Whoever said diamonds are  girl's best friend hadn't discovered vibrators. Susan Sylk The Christmas holidays are approaching, ... Read Chapter

Thirty Three

Chan is fluent in both Chinese and English. He doesn’t talk in two languages. Janah Black, David, and Chan show up on Christmas... Read Chapter

Thirty Four

Christmas Day Black and I have coffee with Susan early, start a fire in the fireplace, then hit the subway to the Epsteins. Chan is... Read Chapter

Thirty Five

Lucky is only a frame of reference, yesterday you were better off than you are today, but it took today for you to realize it. The ... Read Chapter

Thirty Six

 Daphne is wide open and sneaky  A sizzling hot paradox Janah Holidays over, immersed in temple life, it is flipping co... Read Chapter

Thirty Seven

Outside the hut, around ten thirty, we settle in cross-legged on a blanket. It’s twenty seven degrees, the air still. Wind doesn’t ... Read Chapter

Thirty Eight

No, you can’t look like the fitness model by buying a piece of plastic for three low monthly payments of nineteen ninety-five. Even i... Read Chapter

Thirty Nine

Mrs. Fong has a mind like a diamond and a tongue that could cut one. Master Sung We keep a low profile through our fourth year,... Read Chapter


Drugs are stupid Guns are stupid Mixing the two is insanity Daphne Sylk The boys, not so much boys anymore, are coming into the... Read Chapter

Forty One

I used to be Snow White….but I drifted Mae West 'Yay,' Susan grabs both of us in a double hug, 'The babies are here,' she stands ... Read Chapter

Forty Two

'If I tell a true story, but not the whole story, is that lying?' Janah, 'It’s called prevarication.' I tell them about Fong’s,... Read Chapter

Forty Three

You shoulda stuck the cleaver in his head, Daph. Mini Under the radar, wishful thinking. After a workout at the dojang, Janah an... Read Chapter

Forty Four

You never played Barbie when you were little? Janah, I was waiting for my perfect Barbie, Barbie Three hours and a smidgen later, t... Read Chapter

Forty Five

Some religions have crosses, some have beanies and candlesticks, others have prayer rugs. They all have rules, and guys who sit aro... Read Chapter

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