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Once in a Blue Agave Moon; Indeterminacy: Chapter 30

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Much Too Good For Children, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on August 31, 2019 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

They had been The Three Musketeers ‘back in the day’…when everybody else lost their minds in an emergency, you could always count on them to pull the fat out of the fire.

But if it suited their nature at any given moment, any of them, but especially all three of them together were capable of a level of good-natured depravity, debauchery, and perversion that was breath-taking to just observe, let alone experience.

Elliott, Jed, and Leigh-Ann….

They continued to watch and analyze the group as they interacted and reacted together.

“I think this is going to work out after all” Jed breathed an obvious sigh of relief that would have made you think he’d been holding his breath since he had arrived.

I knew that it would” was all that Leigh-Ann would smugly allow. She could bluster and bluff with the best of them, even when neither of them believed it.

It was at that moment that Elliott realized it suddenly felt like the familiarity had returned; like she had just driven over from Hialeah after a week’s unexplained absence.

They had an uncanny ability to get sooo close…only to disconnect for no real apparent reason without any animosity or need for explanations when they reconnected.

I’m almost afraid to breathe…honest-to-Christ! I don’t think I could have imagined anything more perfect than to spend ‘the end of the world as we knew it’ than with you guys…but I don’t know if you knew how much this means to me…” Elliott confessed.

“Are you kidding?” Leigh-Ann almost whispered incredulously. “With all the seemingly impossible coincidences BEFORE we learned that we were on YOUR trail?” She grabbed his face to turn it to face her as she looked intently into his eyes and said “After all that, we didn’t so much know as much as we BELIEVED it was meant to be…and if something is truly meant to be, it doesn’t really matter if you WANT it or not, because Destiny has just issued you notice of a command performance.”

It was then that she quickly pulled his face to hers until they were nose-to-nose just long enough for her to whisper “…besides….” only to suddenly turn and mumble something he couldn’t quite hear clearly enough to allow himself to be sure he’d heard it properly….

It was one of her best moves; Elliott could be one difficult, cocky, quirky motherfucker at times (although he’d shown no evidence of any of that since their arrival), this technique never failed to level the playing field between them.

They always worked well together, but they also played as well as they worked.

One thing just seemed to follow the other, and they all knew that before the day was over, they would watch it all unfold in front of them.

“Time to get to work….hahahah…just kidding…this will be the easiest thing in the world…”. Jed held the bottle of brilliant, deep blue capsules aloft.

“…Like drinking a glass tea…” Amy winked playfully at Elliott, knowing he would catch the decades-old reference to old world Miami Beach.

“Line up to take yer vitamins, kids” Rebel drawled.

Amy slid on her knees right up to Jed as she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and posed her hands, forearms upwards, palms down, like a puppy begging for a treat.

With that, Rebel walked up beside Amy and stroked her hair as Amy rubbed her head against Rebel’s thigh. The pantomime between those two was uncanny…very ‘one mind.’

“My best advice would be to let it dissolve under your tongue. Just leave it alone to melt away. It will get into your system quicker.” Leigh-Ann’s instructions were a mixture of part nurse, part tour-guide/stewardess.

“It’s best not to expect much of anything especially dramatic or overwhelming at first, at least. This is nothing like acid. Expect nothing and gain the wisdom of the universe in the process. You can’t anticipate it, so don’t even try” Jed advised as he dropped a capsule into Amy’s still open mouth onto her extended tongue.

“You may notice a point where it will start to seem like whatever you are watching will begin to melt, especially if you let your eyes unfocus slightly” Amy added as she turned to face Elliott and Chiana.

“At first, the forms themselves may seem to melt, like ‘The Persistence of Memory’ by Salvatore Dali, only to eventually present with two or more alternative views, depending on foreground versus background or ambiguous outlines and alternate forms, like ‘Bowl of Fruit and Saddleback Hound’…not to pick on Dali….”

As Amy’s voice began to trail off, Jed added “There is also a  distinct possibility that what you observe visually will provoke certain ideations, philosophical or even scientific hypothesis that seem to be supported by your newly acquired visual perceptions.”

“You may notice that you can recall exact details and sequences of events that you had thought long forgotten, only to juxtaposition them in such a way as to imply interrelationships between those events or actions that had heretofore remained unnoticed.”

Leigh-Ann continued “The insights provided in this fashion will forever change the way that you perceive everything around you.”

Chiana had gracefully managed to slide into second position as she bent over sharply at the waist, like a nineteen-forties pin-up, raising her head to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, winking at Jed as she seemed to unroll her tongue like some red carpet that led straight to the center of the universe.

Chiana had absolutely no gag reflex whatsoever, and even doctors were usually taken aback or even slightly startled as they stared down her throat, inevitably triggering speculation leading to naughty fantasies of ‘unfathomable’ (please pardon the pun)…oral sex.

As Jed watched the brilliant blue capsule disappear into the cavernous void of her open throat, everyone watched Jed suddenly sprout a truly monstrous erection in less than two seconds.

Two men and four women, all naked as jaybirds since yesterday, who had seemed to only skirt the outer edges of raw visceral sexuality suddenly burst into hysterical laughter as Jed blushed a florid hue, not so much by the erection as by this inarguably obvious expression of the inevitable product of his attraction for Chiana.

As they did, everyone else availed themselves of The Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

And (please forgive me, but…) with a name like that, it had BETTER be not just good, but fucking amazing.

 

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

08/30/2019

 

The Ten-Thousand Things

Posted in Bardo Thordol, Crazy Zen Wisdom, Crossing the Abyss, Poetry, The Liberation Through Hearing on August 29, 2019 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

Each Day

As I face

The Ten Thousand Things,

that would either

impede or obviate

my pursuit

of The One,

it occurs to me

that

as I move in any single

aspect or angle

in the pursuit

of The One,

if I should

merely persevere long enough,

that eventually

I will become

one with

The One.

 

 

 

Wu!

Wu-Wei

Wu-Wei-Wu.

 

 

 

Matte Kudesai

Patience Please.

 

 

 

If I should

pursue

The One,

for the rest of

what is left of

my life,

I will never

Arrive.

 

 

The deer runs

not because the dog chases it;

the dog chases the deer,

because 

the deer runs.

 

 

 

 Wu!

Wu-Wei

Wu-wei-Wu.

 

 

 

Matte Kudesai

Patience Please.

 

 

 

The more passionate

the methods used

in the course of 

any pursuit,

the more surely

that

desire

will succumb

to

confusion.

 

 

 

Wu!

Wu-Wei

Wu-wei-Wu.

 

 

 

Matte Kudesai

Patience Please.

 

 

 

Each Day

As I face

The Ten Thousand Things,

I realize

that

No matter

which way I go,

all things return to The One.

 

Some directions

will be longer

or shorter

or faster

or more secure,

but the path we choose

will determine

both our Methods

as well as our intentions

and whether we know it or not,

instead of 

seeking

the attainment of anything

somewhere in the future,

if I embrace

my present circumstances

with joyous resolve,

compassion

and Grace,

fully engaged

in the ever-present

never-present

present moment,

there will be no time for

dreadful speculation,

the result of wallowing

in fearful rumination

instead of being completely

 in the Here and Now.

 

Acceptance, rather than Denial

allows us to focus on

what our life really is, 

rather than

what we wish it was.

 

If you are unhappy now,

what makes you think

you will be happy

sometime later

in a future

that will never come?

 

 

 

Wu!

Wu-Wei

Wu-wei-Wu.

 

 

 

Matte Kudesai

Patience Please.

 

 

Thanks.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

08/29/2019

 

Return to Nothing

Posted in Crossing the Abyss, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Janitor To The Temple Of The Holy Of Holies, Much Too Good For Children, Poetry with tags , on August 28, 2019 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

Knowing Nothing. Doing Nothing.

Wu-wei

 

No.

Wu!

Nothing

 

Everything associated with the Mind is subject 

to duality, 

impermanence and illusion.

 

Yes.

 

Our thinking minds

create all the suffering in the world

as they inject fear into the future

generated by ruminating about the past, 

leading us to believe

we cannot live without our minds.

 

Perhaps.

 

Our minds, like spoiled toddlers

having a tantrum in public.

 

We’ll see what we can do.

 

In loosing our minds,

the air and the water become still 

and everything becomes completely clear.

 

For a moment.

 

Everything you need, you already have.

Everything you need to know, you already know.

Everything you need to be, you already are.

 

Always.

 

The return of Nothing Special.

 

Everyday Zen.

Wu-wei wu

(One less thing to neglect.)

 

Planck time is the ever-present never-present

present moment

Between Nothingness and Eternity.

 

Everything is.

Was.

and

Will be.

Right here.

Right now.

 

 

 

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

08/27/19

 

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