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Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 46

Posted in Bardo Thodol, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 24, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

The Ex-Wives I Never Married

(Elliott’s lament)

“April? April Tremski? Wow! I had a feeling that you might show up again. We finally located Elliott…” Jed was clearly flabbergasted by her sudden appearance.

“So I see…and judging by appearances, he hasn’t changed his spots. The women that love him the most end up sleeping with someone else while he fucks some stranger.”

“Actually, they’re not strangers at at…at least no stranger than the rest of us. What I mean is that Aimée is one of them. You never met Rebecca.” Jed was clearly moved by April’s sudden arrival.

“They? He really is like a broken record, even after all these years. Only two? And I assume that you mean our Aimée…from way-back when?”

“Well, two so far…ugh…LeighAnn is also here, but she’s been a bit more detached, at least emotionally…and physically, come to think of it. None of us have figured how to read her. We made contact right before we went out west, and she decided to come along.

“He’s with Aimée and Rebecca, who’s birth name was Jeanette Rogers, but they’re absolutely no relation to each other, although they refer to themselves as ‘twin sisters of different mothers and fathers.”

“They’re sort of a couple…very close, if you catch my drift.”

“So what’s LeighAnn doing in the meantime? Don’t tell me you all left her alone? Is she also taking ‘The Knowledge’?” April and LeighAnn were never really close, but they had a great deal of respect for each other, and they never tried to compete with each other over Elliott.

“She’s hanging out with Mordecai, Rebel’s dog, and she’s having a great time with him. She could have joined in wherever she wanted, but preferred to hang with the dog.”

“Mordecai? The Centurion? Whose dog?!?! I guess if you want to think of him in that way; it’s actually a complement that he humors you in your ignorance…you should be flattered beyond your ken….”

“What do you mean by that?” Jed was clearly puzzled.

“Mordecai is a trans-dimentional being who watches over and protects you while you dabble in practices that are way beyond your comprehension at this point…just like Sobe and Sharma did down at The Home for Wayward Souls.” April could tell that they were unaware of what an auspicious occasion his presence was.

“How can that be? He was only a puppy when Rebel bred and birthed  him. She  breeds them, you know…He was the biggest and most beautiful puppy she had ever delivered and I was the one who named him.”

“If that’s what you want to believe, uh…ok, but…He came to you…trust me. He and the others like him are guardians over novices like yourself who have discovered a gateway to the next level of Sentience.

He is in charge of one hundred lesser guardians like myself, and he also happens to be my overseer as well…in the same way that the original ‘Knowledge’ catapulted a select group of bipedal primates into what you call ‘Humans,’ (and got them thrown out of the ‘Garden of Eden’ in the process) in a quantum evolutionary leap that might never have happened otherwise.”

“Yes, there was outside intervention…what you call your ‘God’ is not the only one…but the Centurians are the Guardians of the Gateway.

“Well, well, well…” As ‘Betty’ the Giant Amazon Macaw clucked and shook her head, she began to morph into Betty Boop, the cartoon character, although anyone who really knew April would have recognized her face; although they were remarkably similar, it was definitely her, almost like a hologram. 

As Chianna sat up, the combined products of their lovemaking spilled right out of her, but nobody seemed to notice other than her, so she just sat there, wallowing in the spooge and enjoying her private thoughts, as well as her parts, as both were still tingling, and felt very, very good.

She was clearly fascinated by the appearance of ‘Betty’ aka ‘April’ despite her unanticipated appearance and the almost disorienting circumstances stemming from her largely emotional euphoria.

“April, this is indeed an unexpected honor to finally meet you. I know that Elliott loved you very much…he even told me so. Between us girls, he still does…kind of carries a torch for you, although he never talks about it.

He made no secret that he regretted how it all ended. I didn’t know him back then, but everyone, even he, says he was never the same after…” 

Chianna paused while she searched for words, realizing that she had just painted herself into a somewhat awkward corner, considering that she had never spoken to anyone after they had died before.

Not face to face.

“And I have a very strong suspicion that if we had met back then, it might have all been different because I never could deny him the pleasure he knew playing music with you, and I wouldn’t have minded sharing him with you, instead of trying to make him choose…I never figured out why in the hell he only married women that didn’t understand that…at least until I came along” Chianna continued.

“I realize that we couldn’t have changed the final outcome, but all that time in between could have been completely different…happier, and more successful.”

“Well, when I was April, I reached a point where my sadness was so overwhelming that…in a way, cancer was my way out…my escape from an existence that was literally, a dead end.”

“I was overwhelmed by hopelessness, and turned my sorrow inward, and it consumed me. It was time to begin again. I had given up on Elliott coming to his senses, not so much about romantic love as how badly it hurt that we were no longer making music together.”

“In fact, he stopped making music at all. He became a slave to Samsara…just trying to make a living and raise somebody else’s kids…of course, he was no longer the person he was when he ran his studio…when he was making music, so she lost interest in him.”

 “I hate to say it, but he became pretty fucking boring, and sad…after she got killed, he became homeless for a while, even though he had a job. He never bothered to ask for help, or a place to stay, even temporarily, but honestly…I was disinclined to offer.”

“He was consumed by shame and regret, and I was consumed by bitterness.”

“But if Jed could also have been a part of it, well I guess I could have been the missing link.” Chianna and Jed exchanged knowing looks and a wink, clearly in the throes of the infatuation of their Crush.

“Except for the fact that i would have been about twelve years old….” Chianna giggled, then blushed.

“Indeed…but in fact, there is a way that you could be now;” April paused for a moment , “but it would be easier to show you than it would be to explain.”

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! Come on!…we’ve got places to go and people to do. Ha ha ha!”

With that, she abruptly changed back to Betty, the Amazon Macaw, as she shook herself, ruffling and fluffing her feathers, cocking her head and raising her right wing, she pantomimed snapping imaginary ‘fingers’ and disappeared in a flash of light.



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.



Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 45

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on May 23, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

(…but first, a slight aside)

Since the  the beginning of Time, Majik was divided into either ‘White’ or ‘Black’; as a result, the common misconception was that Witchcraft was the same as Satanism.

The European origins go back to Celtic and Pagan sources (usually referred to as Wicca) that also did not worship Satan, but Christianity kept rearing its ugly head to attribute ‘Devil-Worship’ to anything not related to Christian practices.

Cultural differences account for whether it was called ‘Lukumi de Babalu Aye’ or ‘Yoruba Omo Orisha,’ or ‘Los Guerreros de Babalu,’ ‘Santeria,’ ’Voodoo’, or even ‘Hoodoo;’ it called upon spirits called ‘Orichas’ or ‘Loa’ to conjure power for either benevolent or malevolent purposes as practiced by African and Caribbean Peoples.

For this reason, it is necessary to specify and purify one’s intentions before starting down this path, although one is not specifically protected from the deceptions and trickery of what might be considered ‘Evil’ or ‘Demonic’ entities.

When one opens oneself up to outside energies there is a certain calculated risk of invasion by trickery and deception by those with evil intent. Some Occult practitioners utilize Sentries or Guardians to stand watch over them during the invocation ceremonies, or during astral travel, when they are most vulnerable,.

Unfortunately, many practitioners of ‘White Majik’ have had their power watered down by endless limitations of concepts of ‘Purity’ or otherwise benign and useless, fearful nonsense.

Real, tangible Power is rarely exhibited by practitioners of White Magic, who, much like American Democrats, live in a world where only the Republicans who have no scruples can actually seize Power by ‘any means necessary’, and close their ranks when one of them is challenged, while the Democrats bicker over minutia and endlessly turn upon each other, waiting for the Republicans to lose, like dogs awaiting the scraps that fall from their masters’ tables.

The ability to control and manipulate one’s environment according to Will and Desire is real Power.

Aimée, Rebel, and Jed became familiar with an eclectic synthesis, or syncretized practices (not related to Satanism) that utilized these spirits and ‘Orishas’ to transcend the boundaries of the finite. The Living are limited in their powers, while those of the spirit realm lack physical bodies to accomplish common goals shared by both.

At The Home for Wayward Souls, (The source of The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil) these ‘Orisha’s’ were regarded like hobos jumping onto a moving train, except that once the hobos arrived, the train could fly. (Symbiosis, rather than Parasitism).

Aimée, Rebecca, and Elliott picked up their robes and followed Elliott to his guest quarters on the right side of the trailer used for the kitchen, pantry, and bathrooms. The master bedroom was located on the other side, where Chiana and Jed were discovering each other.

“Before Armageddon, we used to entertain quite a bit out here, but ever since the collapse of the world as we knew it, we haven’t had any guests visit us, and I can’t think of a more auspicious occasion than this” Elliott was proud of his compound, and this room was no exception.

In fact, this room occupied an entire storage container. It had windows cut into the sides, and the cut-outs were hinged so as to function as shutters, if needed.

The interior was paneled in locally harvested cypress, the floors were oak.

The most notable feature was the California King bed in the very center of the room. By not placing the head against a wall, it allowed entry from any angle (if you will pardon the pun).

This room had hosted many close encounters of the most personal kind, and if those walls could talk…well, that could fill at least one very intriguing novel itself.

Elliott had the foresight to turn on the air conditioner shortly before they arrived, because even if…their guests would still need accommodations.

“Well Doc, Aimée set you up with some pretty high expectations about how we should start, but unless you’ve lost your touch, you should be ‘up’ for the challenge…you already know that I will do my best to ensure that she is happy.”

Elliott’s cock was so hard it hurt, and truth be told, it had been quite a while since there had been any real passion in his life.

With that, Rebel pushed Elliott backwards onto the bed and straddled his hips in a flash. Aimée jumped next to Elliott’s head in a kneeling position, and began to excitedly whisper into his ear as Rebel began to very lightly brush her labia up and down along his cock.

“Now pay close attention to what happens next, Doc, because I’ve learned a thing or two since last we met, and the powers of the Moon are veery strong tonight. It will be many years before we see a convergence of a Blood Moon, a Blue Moon, and Samhain on the same weekend.”

“Aimée and I as well as Chiana, (once she gets her ya-ya’s back) are going to draw down the Moon and summons up the spirits of those not seen for many years now.”

Aimée continued “We have the ability to gain immense power through providing our bodies to do their bidding, but be sure we are only vehicles to those seeking to empower Compassion, Love, Rapture, Illumination, Satsang, and Moksha.”

“Through Kundalini and Tantric, we can merge the Sephiroth with the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.”

“We act as lightning rods for energies that reinforce certain frequencies and resonate them by preparing ourselves as vessels to coalesce those energies compatible with our purpose.”

“As part of our preparation for those events we also do a lot of fucking in the process,” Rebel added.

“It revs your motor if you do it right. I know you remember discussing the use of Tantric to raise, rather than dissipate your vital life forces” Aimée recalled.

“We’re gonna do a lot of both, by the way” Rebel interjected.

“So before I tip you right over the edge, I’m gonna let you use some of that fine, high-level chi that you’ve been building up inside you to help bring me up to the next level, so we can pass it back and forth as we charge each other up another notch each time.”

With that, Rebel walked on her knees up to Elliott’s face, being careful to keep just out of reach of his all-too-eager tongue, taunting him. “Not so fast, Darlin’…savor the moment…drink in the smell…I recall you got the nose of a hound-dog…used to call it ‘the bouquet of the human flower’. First time you called it that I liked to laugh my fuckin’ ass off…”

Elliott relaxed his neck and let his head fall back onto the bed as he inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

She was right, of course.

With each of Elliott’s inhalation, Rebel would breathe out, and writhe slightly just above his face. Both were exchanging the energy back and forth between them, building upon each other’s energy and desire.

She continued to grind and gyrate her hips provocatively before suddenly planting her snatch onto his face, moaning slightly and taunting him.

“Show me how much you missed me, Darlin’…give back just a little of what we’ve been giving you…pass it on.”

Rebel had always preferred a ‘Brazilian’ trim on her mons. Just a ‘landing strip’ of short, neatly trimmed hairs, and ‘smooth as a baby’s ass’ on everything south of her little patch.

He continued to lick and suck on her pussy while Aimée continued to give him verbal encouragement.

“OK, now sit up and get on your knees and sit back on your heels while Becca wraps her legs around your waist. Put your hands around her ass while she puts her hands around your neck.” Aimée instructed.

She was referring to one of the primary positions of Tantric. It allowed its practitioners to gradually increase the sexual excitement between them without reaching orgasm. The tension generated huge amounts of energy, and by communing in this way, as they passed the energy back and forth, eventually they would reach a spiritual and emotional orgasm of a magnitude unknown to anyone else.

Taoists practice this in a similar fashion, but believe that by refraining from the physical orgasm, they retained their vital essences and energies, and experienced a form of life extension as well as consciousness expansion.

They however, in their syncretized practices would most definitely not be withholding any orgasms of any kind, but in building and passing the stored energies, like human capacitors, would experience a massive, shuddering discharge of mind-altering proportions.

All in good time.

 Chazz Vincent





Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.


Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 44

Posted in Uncategorized on May 20, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

The Night of the Day of Reckoning

Chiana and Jedidiah continued to hold and caress each other as they sat on the cool, wet floor of the shower. A single candle illuminated the bathroom.

Chiana finally broke the silence. “Let’s get dried off so we can move this party to more comfortable quarters. Do you want anything to drink?

“How about some of Elliott’s signature tequila?” Elliott asked.

“The Blue Agave Moon?…with or without the THC? she asked.

“With, please. You know the truth is that I like the flavor a little better because of the terpenoids. It gives it a more complex flavor and aroma.”

“I don’t usually drink at all, but I think I’ll try one with you. Shooter? Margarita? Mojito? Tequila Sunrise, or even a Tequila Bloody Mary? Name you poison.” Chiana moved very close to Jed’s face and she lightly dragged her fingernails across his chest until she finally rolled his nipples between her thumb and index fingers.

“How about a couple shooters, so we don’t get distracted for too long?” Jed began to grin as he took in a long, deep breath.

Clearly, he was starting to really relax without an audience.

“I normally never drink straight whiskey, but maybe now is a good time to try other new things.” Clearly, she was enjoying the chance to flirt seductively and openly without any guilt or awkwardness.

“Maybe you should try a chaser, like either water or juice, so that you don’t get sick…just a suggestion.” Jed was now matching her playfully aggressive demeanor as he  stroked her outer thighs with both hands before resting them on her hips.

“Probably a good suggestion…I guess it all depends on what you mean by sick,” she chuckled.

Their playful banter and posturings resembled watching bird courtship.

As they walked toward the kitchen/dining area, Jed began to speak. As Chiana poured the drinks, Jed stood behind her and stroked her shoulders and back, pulling her hair back and spreading it over her shoulders before finally cupping her breasts from behind.

“I get the feeling that you have been feeling what I have ever since we met, but  didn’t want to disrespect you, or Elliott, or your marriage.”

“I know, and ‘Doc’ and I appreciate that; otherwise it wouldn’t be possible to explore this discovery, but don’t attach too much reverence for the whole thing…it is what it is.”

“We both needed some breathing room, and if you hadn’t been here, I don’t think I could have been so understanding about three of his ex-lovers showing up on our doorstep, but right now, for the moment, I’m not even curious, because right here, right now I don’t want any distractions from our mutual exploration.”

A hint of sadness infused her words, before she suddenly spun around with two shot glasses in her hands.

“Here’s to fearlessness, or at least Courage…” as Chiana raised her glass, Jed encircled her upraised arm before bringing the glass to his lips, never taking his eyes from Chiana’s as she mimicked his gesture.

Lick, drink and bite…the ritual of Tequila. A moment frozen in time as they exchanged a very long, lingering gaze into each other’s eyes, as Chiana abruptly dropped her glass and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply and slowly as she felt his cock stiffen and rise to rub against her belly.

“There’s no need to hold back…no need to be shy…I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t do, or at least try with you. I mean I might even learn something new, or learn to like it.” Chiana was breathing hard and clearly every bit as excited as Jed.

With that, Jed scooped Chiana up into his arms, but as she started to put her arms around his neck, he suddenly threw her over his shoulder and smartly slapped her ass, grunting like an animal as he carried her toward the bedroom.

“OOOOOOO!” she howled as she slapped his ass even harder, laughing wickedly. “Are you going to fuck me like a caveman?”

“I’m not sure..I never fucked a caveman before” he said.

With that, he dumped her onto the bed before burying his face between her legs. She had shaved hastily the night that the group had arrived, but aside from a few small areas of either stubble or razor burn, it was almost perfectly smooth.

She clearly needed no foreplay at this point, as she was literally dripping wet, but the idea of Jedidiah lapping at her open, wet cunt made her gush even more, as it ran down to her ass onto the bed.

With that, Jed arose to his knees before grabbing Chiana roughly at the hips, lifting her up and impaling her upon his rigid cock so hard it made them both gasp.

“Oh God! Don’t stop! Fuck me as hard as you can…I can take it…I want it bad…split me in half for all I care. Pound me like a drunken whore…Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!

Jed’s cock was about an inch longer than Elliott’s, and he was hitting places she hadn’t felt in years. Tears began to flow down her face, not in pain, but in ecstasy, and she began to hyperventilate, causing her head to swim, even on her back.

He legs were pinned against her chest, and her knees were back by her ears as Jed kept his head between her neck and shoulders, which thankfully, kept him from seeing her tears.

They rutted like animals, like those possessed by demons, for so long that they lost all sense of time or place, envisioning being on an alter on a stage in an auditorium, or maybe even a stadium with an audience cheering them on.

So enthralled with the visions they were having, they did not even look at each other until first Chianna, then Jed began to come, gasping, laughing, crying out, and moaning with each renewed, violent thrust as spasms of pleasure crashed over them in waves, sweating, dripping, laughing and gasping as he finally fell on top of her, before rolling off.

Both of them were delirious with pleasure and a joy on the verge of hysteria enveloped them both before they looked into each other’s eyes again.

Both touched their index fingers to each other’s lips, as if to say “Don’t speak…no need for words…”.

“Boop-oopa-doop!” The moment of silence was shattered by what sounded for all intents like a parrot vocalizing.

Jed looked to the dresser in the bedroom, and recognized the giant Amazon Macaw shifting her weight from one leg to the other, rocking back and forth as she spoke.

“Betty!” Jed exclaimed. “I was wondering how long it would be before we saw you.”

“Well, now you know…Boop-oopa-doop! I saw you first, but you two were distracted at the time. Nice moves, by the way…who’s the new playmate?”

“Betty, allow me the pleasure of introducing Chiana…Elliott’s wife, by the way.”

“The pleasure is all mine…uh, come to think of it, perhaps not, judging from your performances…” Betty chortled.

“Hello, Chiana, nice to watch, I mean, to see you…but by the way…although most people know me as ‘Betty’, in another lifetime, Elliott and Jed used to call me ‘April’.”

“Elliott’s wife? Well, not that I ever expected in my lifetime to see him change his spots, so it’s not that surprising…welcome to the club.”



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.



Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 43

Posted in Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 17, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

It’s (Not) Like You Never Left

(But It’s damn good to be back)

“I’m not in any hurry to re-locate to better-suited quarters, because a part of me wants to just be right here, right now…maybe it’s just a dream, and I don’t want to wake up yet.” Aimée was clearly blissed, yet still apprehensive.

“And if it isn’t a dream? …ok, I’m just kidding…of course it’s a dream, but I like this dream very much.” Elliott replied.

“But just suppose it wasn’t…then what? What is real?” Aimée asked.

“This is real.” Elliott was smiling as he spoke.

“But you just said it was a dream.” Aimée interjected.

“It is.” Elliott countered.

“Which is true?” Aimée couldn’t quite decide if she was becoming more intrigued, or irritated by the banter. 

“They both are false” (Everybody knew that Elliott wasn’t trying to be a prick, but where Zen Kata was concerned, this was actually playful, or at least he thought so.)

Many tended to disagree with him on that belief, and only his most trusted friends ever understood it, or cared to try, until only a very scant few remained.

“Then what is true?” Aimée pleaded.

“Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon to the sea.”

“Well for fuck’s sake, Doc, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”

Rebel had waited to let the other two finish, and yet somehow, the three minds became one from completely different points of view by virtue of intersection.

A spiritual, virtual singularity of time and space.

The Esoteric, the Transcendental, the Sublime, Moksha…

في مكان حيث أن الكلمات لا معنى لها

(In a place where words have no meaning,)

Palpable, visible galvanic skin response…a Quickening that emanates from the lowest chakras to the crown and back before exiting the navel to engulf each other.

They draw down the Moon. They are grounded by the earth as inductances and capacitances flux to focus and radiate resonant frequencies, harmonics and heterodynes through the air, and by even the slightest touch, they are transmitted, focused and amplified by the magical power inherent in the number Three.

So esoteric that it takes extraordinarily strong medicine to experience this most esoteric state of being; not just from mediation, or prayer, or even Dharma Action, or Wicca, or any single religion or discipline because it weaves them all together.


Because to know this state of mind, within even the shortest instant, suddenly time stands still, then evaporates as this connection, The Knowing that connects the three of you with a stillness capable of lifting the reflection of the Moon from the surface of a pond is to know Heaven.

It will not make you more attractive, but it will allow you to see the beauty within all living things.

It will not make you rich, but you will know contentment beyond mere wealth. Money comes, money goes, yet we remain.

Envy, Jealousy, and Fear evaporate.

Just remember one thing.

“Enlightenment is not the Eternal Kiss of True Love.”

We are but a flash of light, reflected endlessly.

As the three of them held each other, they passed these waves of pure undefined Pleasure effortlessly, as if balanced on the edge of Rapture in endless time before time.

Eventually The Knowledge stays with you. It will calm your soul.

“Would you two women allow me the pleasure of escorting you to our guest quarters?” 

“Certainly.” when they spoke in unison, their voices warbled and folded back on each other in a way that created a thickening that sounded oddly electronic, as if auto-tuned.

It was as sexual as it was disarming, and that flicker of startled energy created ripples across the stillness that just as quickly dissipated.

“We have guest quarters that are as comfortable and accommodating as they are private.”

Their auras were expanding with each pulsation of shared energies. The glow was broad-band across the full spectrum of light, like a Venn Diagram, with the convergence of Red, Yellow, and Blue light, as they overlapped, creating the pure white light of spiritual illumination; they became one as their breathing became synchronized without any conscious effort.

“…And now we begin again…”

Indeterminacy arising from Singularity.



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.


Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 42

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 16, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Meanwhile…in a Shared Separate Reality….

Chianna led Jedidiah back to the house more excited than she could remember being in a very long time. In fact, she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had felt much of anything except for resignation.

Under normal circumstances, people do not allow themselves to acknowledge these feelings, and they suffer for it.

Guilt, denial, and social conditioning prevent us from doing so.

The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was so named because it’s discoverer, Merlin believed that whatever was responsible for imparting Sentience to Humans was a quantum leap in consciousness that smacked of outside intervention (possibly chemical) and the Bible (for what it’s worth as an attempt to account for the nature of our existence) specifically attempts to demonize The Serpent as either Satan, or one of his emissaries, despite the fact that the Old Testament rarely made any references to The Dark Lord, which appears to be largely a Christian invention.

God was pissed because his pet monkeys went and got…well, human, declaring “ …they think that they are like Us…” 


It seemed that Sentience was not a part of God’s plan for mankind.  

One of the functions of The Knowledge is it’s ability to allow its user to see everything exactly as it is. ‘…just this, only this.’ Somehow,, it facilitates a separation of all of the component parts of any event, any phenomenon, to a point approaching fragmentation of all incoming stimuli.

To wit: even the most seemingly innocuous event can trigger occult associations of previous similar events, or emotions or other sequelae into slices or fractions of its overall composition, like an autopsy or post-mortem, often exposing the fallacy, the hypocrisy, the faulty associations, incorrect assumptions, and even cruelty of all its component parts.

Perhaps even more usefully, it also connects the dots, or fills in the missing information to identify, expose, or suggest associations not previously apparent as to what is real, and what is not real, what is true from what is not true.

It also has the reputation of “re-booting your entire table of contents” of every event that has ever happened in your life.

It is not either especially cruel, or falsely conciliatory or hopeful because it is pure truth, devoid of the hypnotism of the interlocking series of self-sustaining lies built upon a foundation of Fear that supports virtually every institution of every culture or society since the beginning of time.

The exhilaration of being lifted up from the dank, cavernous swamp of Duḥkha, freed of Samsari is so liberating and joyous that only the word Rapture comes close in its description.

Which is, of course a great inspiration for the most glorious fucking that you have ever experienced; suddenly liberated from Guilt, Shame, embarrassment, self-consciousness, and Fear, Sex is the ultimate expression of physical joy, attempting to mirror the ultimate realization of The Knowing.

In this way, it is not Desire born out of need, but rather of Joy, a vehicle to catapult  it’s initiates beyond the Veil of Tears.

Chianna was dripping wet with anticipation as she drew Jed into their shower. “I want us to be completely clean before we get as dirty as we want.”

The water was hot, and steam filled the room as she grabbed a bar of scented soap that she had set aside in anticipation of this moment.

Her hands rubbed the soap to produce a thick, luxurious lather that she applied to his cock, his balls and his ass before rinsing him off, and as she began to suck his cock, she rubbed the soap all over her tits and armpits, then her hungry cunt and ass, never stopping a relentless ballet of licking, sucking, and swallowing as she forced his long, hard cock further and further down her throat.

“Ahhhhh…oh God! Please slow down just a little or else I’m going to cum in about five seconds! Oh shit! I mean it…I wanted to be able to really take my time to pleasure you…and…uh…”

Somehow she managed to utter “Go ahead…I want you to…” as she stuck her soapy middle finger up his asshole, searching for his prostate like a heat-seeking missile.

She felt his anus clench, then relax just very briefly before wave after wave of paroxysms wracked his body. As it did, Chianna only intensified her violation of Jed’s ass.

Then she felt the violent spasms producing waves of semen gushing down her throat as she swallowed his throbbing cock completely.

He was still twitching slightly as she slid the rest of him out of her mouth. She almost started to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, then thought the better of it, and lightly drew her fingers across her lips, then smiled as she looked up to Jed, who was sliding downwards with his back against the shower wall.

His eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung open. He sighed deeply.“You know that this is only the beginning…right? Jed looked ecstatic, albeit slightly shaken, and yet amazingly calm. He appeared to be surrounded by an electric-blue envelope of light.

“I certainly hope so…unless it’s just the usual five or six quick ones and then off to see the boys…” Chianna shook her head joyously to throw off the water from her beautiful mane of dark brown hair.

“Oh yeah…me too, but I meant, well, The Knowing…it gets a whole lot more intense…sometimes it gets to be overwhelming…and it doesn’t stop for almost twelve hours…nothing really scary, or sinister, at least for most people…you’ve got nothing to worry about, not from what I perceive in you…everything connects to everything else, and then comes back around again…just let it come to you….”

“What I would like more than about anything would be to perceive that long, beautiful cock deep inside me…but no rush, no pressure…seriously though, I can’t believe this is all happening so fast…I hope that you don’t feel awkward about Elliott. I think that he’s actually relieved by this, to tell you the truth.”

“He knows that I would never do anything to hurt him…at least I hope so. Our intention was to utilize his talents, and reputation, but we were seriously concerned that you would feel threatened by the history that we have together…who knew?”

“Well, you changed all that, now didn’t you? Neither one of us could have anticipated this, and it’s not like we have to hide anything…and well, maybe this will save our marriage…I have no intention of…”

“And me neither…don’t get me wrong…but I know that ‘The Knowledge’ will help give us the insight to see how this will fit together for all of us.”

“To tell you the truth, I can’t claim to have been very supportive about Elliott’s obsession with Polyamory…we were swingers before we were even a couple, but I never felt any kind of feelings for any of our playmates. The were just live sex toys to me. That’s how I dealt with it.”

“So I can assume that it’s not all just physical?”

“Well, I thought that was all it was…maybe I hoped it was…I don’t know…”

“Actually, I meant that you are also gaining some insight into your own psyche, right?”

“Yes, of course. It doesn’t threaten me now to reflect on things like how my mother fucked my head all up with her vicious bullshit. Some of it has been buried so deeply that I didn’t even see what it had done to me…shit, most of my family is just plain out of their minds, now that I look at it with new eyes.”

“Well, you’re not alone there. None of us are. Most of the trappings of Culture, Religion, and societal norms are just a way of controlling the population to benefit the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men…and their primary weapon of choice is Fear.”

“You know, right now I’d really appreciate it if you can just hold me for a little while as I let this all sink in…and give you a chance to catch your breath…I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but…maybe in a little while we could pick up where we left off?” she asked.

Chianna noticed that it looked like it might not take all that long, after all.



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.



How To Stay Positive Despite Your Negative Spouse’s Bad Energy

Posted in Uncategorized on May 15, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Sometimes it seems like this is almost inevitable, but this is very well-stated and to the point.
Certainly worth reflecting upon, if it fits.


“Nicola, my husband is chronically complaining and forever in a bad mood. He manages to find something wrong with everything and constantly feels down. I don’t know how to help him or live with him at times! I don’t want him to ruin life for me and my children. What can I do to stay positive in light of his strong negative energy?”

It’s extremely challenging to live with a negative person.

They may have depression or they may be habitually negative. They are so wrapped up in their bad energy that they can’t see how miserable they are making themselves, let alone grasp the toxic effect they have on others.

They may even mock you for your positive attitude or call you naive when you see the good in things and others.

If you’ve already tried talking to them and have only been met with more negativity, this article…

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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 41, pt. II

Posted in Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 15, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

At Last, What You’ve (REALLY) All Been Waiting for…

Chianna spoke up for the first time since the discussion started. She had recently taken up the practice of calling Elliot ‘Doc’ because it amused her, but it was doubtful that she would be calling him ‘Boss’ anytime soon (she did not seem amused when Aimée said it, either).

“Oh Doc…would you mind if I…ugh…we retired  to the bedroom while you guys work out the seating arrangements for your soiree? I think the Garden is particularly charming this time of the evening now that the lights are starting to come on, plus there’s plenty of room out here.”

There was a unanimous agreement among everyone else.

“I don’t mean to be a neglectful hostess, but…Elliott is here to take care of any of your needs that I can think of…and please, by all means, help yourself.”

As Chianna and Jed left, Aimée was slowly approaching Rebel and Elliott.

Well Doc, I think they’re playing our song,” Rebel half-whispered.

With that, she unfastened Elliott’s robe, before letting her own garment fall to the ground, finally literally ripping that tiny tank-top apart, revealing breasts so enormous as to be breathtaking.

She had become a true porn star for good reason, and could steal the show anytime she wanted, but this was not a movie, and there was no competition for anything, and as far as ‘stealing’ anything (even a scene,) the adage ‘Private property is theft’ would best describe the current principle.

Now this part is really interesting…the ‘Singularity of Mind’ that they were experiencing finally allowed her to realize that NO ONE noticed, or cared about those minor imperfections that had made her so self-conscious.

“Mind if I tag along?” Aimée knew how to be coy in ways that begged an obvious yes for an answer, and she hadn’t lost her talents by any means.

She diverted her glance downward, and scraped her toe in the soft grass under her feet before looking upwards without moving her head. It was not just charming, she could change from sweet, shy, innocent to penetrating and direct in an instant, and she had the looks to pull it off.

And with that, she also disrobed, standing first in an anatomical position before raising her hands upward and outward.

Although Aimée had very wide, squared shoulders, which had made her feel self-conscious, fearing that it looked too “mannish,” eventually, she grew to realize that her full, round, and pendulous breasts completely distracted any man from such conjecture.

The years had been good to Aimée, and apparently, she had been good to them. 

Elliott had been blessed in his life in so may ways that were conspicuous in their absence once they were gone.

Beautiful women were one of his blessings, as well as the bane of his life.

“A dozen was never be enough…and one’s too many…” Elliott used to say in jest, but his almost innumerable personality defects and character flaws were seemingly offset by “boyish charm, good looks, and a big willy”…but only for so long before he was in way over his head.

He still loved, but was desperately exasperated by his second wife (who suddenly decided that she wanted to be a call-girl about a year after they married) when he and Aimée met, fell in love and moved in together.

The first time they met, she had suddenly asked him “Are you married?”

As he spoke the words “Just barely…” he realized just how long he had been in denial of his regrets for his previous decision.

If Aimée hadn’t been put in that position, (the break-up woman), they might have stayed together, even gotten married, but then again, his average elapsed time from marriage to divorce was about five to six years, and it had stayed that way until he met Chianna.

Aimée had her own share of emotional baggage from her husband, as well as most of her lovers before she met Elliott.

She was, to quote Jed, “High maintenance” and it had been a beautiful, fiery, tragic love affair, but even when they went their separate ways, they never really got over each other.

Elliott never attempted to protect his heart, and suffered greatly for it.

Aimée may not been ready to jump into the fire, but she clearly shared Elliott’s fascination for their chemistry, and couldn’t resist indulging her curiosity, at least for now.

She also recognized that everyone in this group had many shared common interests, and no one was really expected to do anything other than work together, but then again…not only was there unfinished business, but at least one new agenda on the horizon.

“It’s been a long time…a lot of water under the bridge, I guess, but I never could get you out of my head…or heart. There doesn’t have to be some sort of cosmic significance or kismet for this to be right…it just has to be right for right now…right Boss?” Aimée looked so vulnerable for a woman as tough as she was. 

“You know, the first time I ever heard Aimée say that thing about how ‘If I could do it all over again, I’d do it all over you’ I couldn’t have been more surprised, until I found out that it was Aimée that said it to you. That was when I realized what we had in common.” Rebel winked as she said it.


Aimée then added “What about Leigh-Anne?…I don’t want to be rude…God knows we haven’t seen each other in years, ’til we got started on this quest….”

“Hey look, don’t worry about me…I was just thinking that Mordecai needed to be fed and exercised…if it’s ok with everybody, I think I’ll pass on this one, at least just for now.” Leigh-Anne then added “Keep in mind, this is my first experience with ‘The Knowledge’ and I suddenly realized that the poor baby was hungry…nothing verbal, but it was like he was trying to get our attention. He didn’t want to feel shut out, and I just turned around  and here he is.”

The dog was absolutely beautiful, happy, and well-behaved, as usual, but everyone noticed the aura that surrounded him, almost like the aurora borealis, it shimmered and danced all around, him in predominately purple hues.

“Are you sure, Arizona?“ (Rebecca’s pet name for Leigh-Anne); although clearly the most nurturant and maternal of their group, Rebel sensed that “…sometimes mothers need to be mothered too, y’know…” Leigh-Anne had a toughness that didn’t come out until it was needed, but she kept it under wraps.

Leigh-Anne seemed to be intuitive enough to appreciate Rebel’s sentiments, especially now.

“Oh yeah…no need to overload the lifeboat, at least just yet…right now, this just seems right, and this boy needs my attention…Mordecai is teaching me a thing or two about non-verbal communication already, and I’m really fascinated by it all.”

“Well, if you start to feel like you need the company of some humans, we’re here for you…there’s always a place for you.” Rebel meant what she said and said what she meant.

(“I don’t want to sound greedy…but when we’re both ready, I would like some more private, personal time for us…OK?”) Elliott could hear LeighAnn’s words as if she was whispering in his ear, even though her lips never moved, but her sly smile reinforced the message…and for once, no mumbling.

Elliott suddenly wondered if he could do the same, and tried to simply reply “I’d like that very much” but before he could speak the words he heard her say “Good.” out loud as she smiled and winked.

“What’s a horny sailor have to do to get laid around here?” Amy’s whispers sounded more like the purring of a cat, as she gently, oh so gently, gingerly even, rubbed her nipples against his back.

She then reached around his waist to squeeze the base of his cock, then pointing it toward Rebecca, she used it to gesture upwards on a diagonal as she mimicked a cartoon gangster’s voice, saying “Hey, lady! Come ova hea’…I got somptin’ for ya dat I tink you’ll like.”

With that, Rebel got on her knees with her mouth open and her tongue lolling and darting lasciviously before suddenly feigning surprise as she spoke in an antebellum caricature voice, exclaiming “Oh my Jeezus!…It’s so shiny I can see my face!”

Never touching the rigid member with her hands, she slowly rose to her feet so as to lick the underside of his cock until she reached the head, suddenly gobbling it long enough to make a popping, smacking sound letting it fall between her absolutely enormous breasts, trapping it there by squeezing her upper arms together.

“So here’s the deal, boss…Amy’s voice was gutteral, and she hissed as she spoke…”I happen to love this here woman as much as she loves me, aaaaaannnnndddd…I want to watch you fuck her very, very, very well…like it was the last, best piece of ass that you were ever going to get…make her cum ’til she grunts like a pig and howls like a coyote…”

“I know that you can do it, Boss…you’ve got a knack for hitting all the right spots, like a gentleman…and a rouge…and a dirty dog almost all at once.”

“‘Becca told me all about your history together…and I gotta say that you’re predictably unpredictable…and beautiful…and tragic…”

As she sighed, her breasts heaved slightly, rubbing even more firmly against Elliott’s back, as he felt her nipples stiffen even more.

“Before you think that I’m being completely altruistic, just keep in mind…’Becca gets the easy one…the first one…before we both work on your ass like a chain gang.”

“You been doing your work outs and taking yer’ vitamins, I hope…’cause that next one’s on me.”

Now pressed between the two women, both rubbing their bodies against him as lightly as butterfly wings, they spoke in perfect harmony.

“Trust us…we’ve shared more than a few studs together, and I guess we’re a pretty good pair for bringing out the best in a man…but it’s more than just that…you have a beautiful mind and an even more beautiful heart.”

“That was what has remained after all these years, after all the million-dollar words, or even your charm.”

“We have something to show you that will change your life forever, so let Chianna go get her ya-ya’s out with Jed…don’t worry…he’s still your best friend, even after all this time…and he’s going to show her some things that she needs to see as well, but by tomorrow, you both will understand…”

“Welcome to The Knowing.”



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.


Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 41, pt. 1

Posted in Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory on May 15, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

At Last, What You’ve All Been Waiting for…


There is such a thing as too much fanfare, were it to be much ado about nothing, but some things are important enough to deserve research, and the preparation is just the cost of doing business.

On the one hand, Elliott and Chianna were comfortable in their current lives together. They, as well as the other members of The Fourteenth Colony had developed a system that allowed them to be mutually interdependent enough to allow them support and protection and still maintain personal independence.

Unfortunately, Comfort and Adventure are not especially compatible, and the boredom that had been brewing between them had begun to border on alienation.

They lived well, and wanted for little, but as Jed pointed out, the entire country was in a state of flux, and some semblance of economic order was returning.

People were desperate and disorganized, except for certain regions where there were still sufficient means of production of essential goods or industrial products, or inventories of equipment or parts, and in many cases, those who still owned or controlled them could get people to work for credits, or even a sort of company store arrangement that allowed them to maintain a subsistence level of living, more or less like before.

It was a time when those who were bold enough and capable enough to seize the opportunities they either found or made, to attain a level of autonomy and control not afforded to them before the system collapsed.

It now hinged on an unlikely coincidence that this circle of friends were once again being drawn together, but whatever it had been that had brought them together years before, in a different world, was returning,  

and as the wheel turned round and round, it was becoming inevitable.

This was more than just sexual attractions or old romances because in truth, what had drawn together before was their character and their nature, but given their ages, sexuality became the currency of their realm.

Polyamory notwithstanding, Elliott had failed to recognize that The Dance that they were doing back then was nonetheless a series of movements that sought a conclusion…resolution.

Elliott, forever The Fool, was naive enough to think it would never end.

“All things return to The One.” 

Years before, they were the heart of a group of about three dozen iconoclasts and societal rebels loosely dubbed The Gonzo Media Freaks, plus numerous transitory aficionados.

Art, Music, and Literature professors turned into willing Lab Rats breaking new ground in Human Sexuality led by several of the Psychology Department staff and innumerable ‘plus ones’ who came and went, but eventually, it came back down to a cast of less than a dozen principals, long before Aimée showed up at Rebel’s tattoo shop, years later.

Orinignally, Jed, Aimée, Rebecca, and Leigh-Anne were not sure if they would be able to convince Elliott that he even needed to get involved, but although they were worried that Chianna might resent their history together or feel intimidated or jealous, she was proving to be the turning point, and Jed had become the deal-maker.

Skills, innate abilities, and competence had provided the structure, and chemistry was proving to be the catalyst, and now The Knowledge was about to provide the insight and guidance to unite them in ways that Elliott and Chianna could never anticipate.

There might have been some degree of awkwardness about initiating whatever was to follow, considering the fact that Chianna had only met the four of them a little over twenty-four hours ago, but the intuitive connections that were blossoming courtesy of The Knowledge made it all seem perfectly natural.

In earlier times, most people would have regarded Elliott as a sex addict, and Rebel (aka Jeanette Dee Rogers, Jeannie Markvart, Rebecca Moore, et al), indeed the veritable Rebecca Steele, (‘Becca’) had been a formerly famous porn star.

Although she had been reported dead in 2004, When she and Elliott reunited, she confided that she had “burned” the leader of a Virginia motorcycle gang for drugs, and went on the run after her last known boyfriend identified the body of a mutual friend on the floor of the motel  as her.

Anyone who really knew her would have noticed that the tattoos were all wrong….

It would have been impossible not to notice that the most signature identifying feature, an absolutely beautiful single-needle monochrome image of a Tree of Life replete with the image of a jaguar imbedded within the trunk, and leaves that turned into flying birds that covered her entire back, was conspicuous in its absence in the description of her body.

Elliott had been unsuccessfully married five times before Chianna, and Rebel may have been married as many as a dozen times under various aliases.

All had been unsuccessfully married before, but they did not fit the typical mold of ‘Swingers,’ they did not practice the lifestyle, and would have been more accurately referred to as ‘Polyamorous,’ rather than ‘Serial Monogamists,’ but they “never joined the union or got the tattoo.”

This went way beyond promiscuity, and they all would have rejected such a judgmental label. They were extraordinary people with extraordinarily good intentions and loving hearts.

It was Rebel who took the lead, but in her typical way, she finally drawled so slowly that it was like molasses pouring, dark and sweet. She knew how to subtly command everyone’s attention 

“Well, I think we should take just a moment to reflect upon how we should proceed from here, I mean, Jed and Chianna are so worked up, it’s been like watching two horny teenagers at the prom, but they’re too self-conscious to start, because they know that we’re going to watch them, and they’d be right.”

“So in the spirit of charity and good will, somebody needs to distract ‘Doc’ so Chianna can focus on…well, we all know where that’s headed…”

She rolled her eyes back for a moment as she casually brought her left index finger upwards in a semicircular, clockwise fashion as she took a very long, slow, breath as she smiled broadly.

“Now, as we all know, Aimée and I are especially close, and I know she’s feeling kinda vulnerable just yet and almost as self-conscious as Chianna, because there’s some emotional baggage to be resolved, even though I told her she should just trust her heart…”

Again she seemed to pause for dramatic effect.

“I’ve learned to respect and admire Leigh-Anne while we were on the road to here…I really like her, in fact; but I can’t read her for the life of me, like she’s still analyzing it all to decide where she fits in on all this, and I know Aimée says she’s ok…”

“So again, in the spirit of Charity and Goodwill, I think it’s only proper to volunteer to help everybody relax…”

She abruptly turned to face Elliott.

“Look Doc…I really missed the hell out of your cute ass, don’t get me wrong…I do really care deeply for you, so unless somebody has any objections…’cause Chianna, honestly, I promise that I’m not trying to jump anybody else’s claim…”

As she raised her hands, palms upward, Elliott stepped toward her and lifted her upraised hands by supporting them from underneath as he gracefully drew her hands to his chest, smiling broadly as he looked deeply into her eyes for the first time in too may years.

It only made sense that it should start this way.



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.



Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 40

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil, the willing suspension of disbelief, Vision Quest on May 8, 2020 by dreamlanddancing



What Do You Really Want?


Each one of them was just beginning to notice the subtler aspects of the onset of The Knowledge of Good and Evil when It happened…

The difference between hallucinations and The Knowing is/was/will be unlimited imagination.

It is one thing to see something that isn’t there and quite another to recognize what has been there all along, unnoticed.

It is one thing to become aware of one’s own sentience, except that the first time, it is as if you see yourself in one dimension, in monochrome; not even either absolute white or absolute black. 


A single line.

A single character. One identity, but not One Mind. It is only a tiny portion of One Mind.

Even if you try to imagine some manner of a previous existence, you imagine yourself, as if it was a series of single points on a straight line.

A timeline.

Past. Present. Future.

With the benefit of The Knowledge, for instance, you recognize that as velocity increases, so does mass, and therefore, density.

In the Quantum Realm, the spaces between sub atomic particles mimics the distances between planets in a solar system, and between solar systems in a universe.

The primary difference is scale, but regardless, even what you have learned to regard as solid matter is actually mostly empty space.

Gravity is directly proportional to Mass, as well as what is perceived as the relative velocity at which time passes when acted upon by it.

In a closed universe, if a straight line is extended far enough, it will meet itself.

In other words, if you could look far enough forward, eventually you would see the back of your own head, but you can’t, because of the magnitude of the size of the Known Universe, which itself is limited by the age of the Universe and the speed at which light travels.

What is regarded as the age of the Universe is determined by “a singularity of Time and Space.”

Everything since The Big Bang.

One Bang?, One Universe?. One Timeline?.

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

The Knowledge allows you to not only comprehend, but also to understand that in a closed universe, Past, Present, and Future are all occurring at the same time.

Velocity determines not only where you are, but when you are.

Sufficient velocity would permit faster, denser objects to pass unnoticed through slower, more rarified objects.

To say that this understanding passed between them in an instant is/was to engage in convenient nonsense, because it also took forever.

It is still happening.

The Knowing is to recognize the awareness of oneself on all planes of existence, Past, Present, and Future.

In every color.

In every direction.

Here and Now as well as There and Then.

There is no Me or You.

There is only This, just This.

One Mind, One Purpose.

Universal Consciousness.

It is one thing to recognize one’s own self; it is quite another thing to become aware of not only all that you are, who you are/was/will be, but also to recognize yourself in others, and them in you.

Like an unending feast, it is digested by each of them one bite at a time, according to their appetites and tastes, but within this shared consciousness, as each bite is taken, it is tasted by all.

All within the ever-present, never-present, present moment.




Chazz Vincent


Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 39

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 6, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

The Knowledge of Good and Evil

Although Jed, Rebecca and Aimée had considerable experience with The Knowledge, they all acknowledged that it was never the same on one level, and exactly the same on many other levels.

Elliott was well-known for saying “I never met a psychotropic drug that I didn’t like…” and LSD, Psilocybin, Peyote, and Mescaline were at the top of the list.

He had been wanting to try it from the minute he heard about it.

Chianna, on the other hand rarely even smoked weed, except as an enhancement to a particular ritual or ceremony, and on occasion, for sex…just not much recently.

The onset of effects in terms of the participant’s awareness of what it was that they were experiencing might initially manifest itself as either auditory, visual/perceptual, mental/intellectual/philosophical, spiritual, or physical sensations and awarenesses.

The amusing thing is that whatever door opened first, it was a choice, or rather an invention devised by your psyche, to call attention to itself long enough to distract you so as to awaken you from your dream.

Often, the telepathic awareness was well upon its users before they realized it, especially among people with a history, or common experiences and consciousnesses.

Of course, ever since the four of them had rolled into the Fourteenth Colony, Anticipation, even when offset by the slightest degree of uncertainty, had preoccupied their attentions.

The If, the How, or the When remained a common question to be determined, even as they contemplated it, unable to take anything for granted, despite the fact that they knew intuitively what each of them thought, felt, or even hoped.

Or, at least what they intended to accomplish. The truth is that nothing had remained the same within or around each of them, despite the fact that once separated, their own cognitive assessments, memories, and feelings about each other, good or bad, still remained.

Snapshots of memories, more likely than not, in arrested development, as the rest of their lives went speeding on by.

Was it possible “ love like there’s no tomorrow, and still  not cry when it’s time to go?”

How about when it’s time to go back?

“Well, at the time that was how I felt, but so much has changed since then…” is not just a cliched movie dialogue; it’s probably spoken somewhere every day, along with “…it’s not you, it’s me…”

Even when you think you know how you’re going to feel about reuniting with a long-lost love, when the time comes, it may feel different; something separated the two of you the last time, and they may not recall how you two parted as fondly as you do.

However, the likelihood of anyone traveling that kind of distance under the dangerous conditions of the road should rule out the likelihood of revenge or resentment motivating anyone in this group.

How many times have you run into an old flame, only to be rebuffed, as if you were never really friends in the first place? It only takes once….

Some things however, were certain; Chiana’s attraction for Jed, which was hesitantly reciprocated, although everyone could see how Jed seemed reluctant to do anything to hurt Elliott.

As their perceptions continued to become more heightened, the giant elephant in the room was Jed, Chianna, and Elliott.

Once they came to grips with the fact that even their efforts to hide the infatuation swirling around them were in vain, the greater the potential for essentially hurting Elliott even more…by patronizing him, underestimating him and injecting Guilt to poison the moment.

And yet all of them watched as each of them catapulted through a series of understandings and insights communicated by a simple glance or an expression passed between the three of them, almost in an instant.

Elliott did not want to cause Chianna to censure her exploration of her feelings for Jed, as well as her attractions on a physical level, so although they usually participated and shared everything together, they agreed to be open and honest…separately, for now, just now.

But still she felt that somehow, she was not being fair to Elliott, so much so that Chianna even suddenly blurted out how Elliott was probably going to have his hands full, just “properly entertaining” the other guests, as a good host should.

Chianna suddenly realized that she was willing to encourage her husband to occupy his attention with whatever combination of three of his closest past lovers, two of which, she suddenly realized were among “the great loves” of his life, just to indulge herself in something that she did not want to ignore or deny herself.

“The Three Greatest Loves of his Life” of course, referred to before he and Chianna met. Back when he first became a sentient adult, Elliott’s “Three Winds” were the constants in his life…indeed, they had been his muses, but he didn’t even realize it until they were gone.

April Tremski was dead. It had been years since Aimée or Leigh-Anne had been a part of his life, and for a long time, it had been sadder, and meaner for it.

Then he met Chianna. She gave him children and a sense of purpose. As they fell into and out of Love, he began to understand Stability in ways that would have been incomprehensible before he chose to devote his life to his family, to put their safety and care above his egotistical indulgences in self-expression. She was, and would forever be The One True Love of his life.

And of course the friendship between Elliott and Jed was deep, so when it was Jed who shed a single tear as he looked at both Chianna and Elliott, it seemed obvious that everyone would open their hearts sincerely to each other in both love and trust.

It only took an instant, and the uneducated eye would have barely noticed any of the almost imperceptible expressions that passed between them, and yet the rest of the group understood what they had just observed in the complete absence of words, quite eloquently.

Ever since they had arrived, Elliott had noticed that there was an odd sort of ambivalence reflected in some of his most trivial exchanges with Aimée. She was quite guarded, which he interpreted as being either reluctant to give Chianna any reasons to regard her as a threat, or because she was realizing just how much she didn’t want to experience the heartaches of the past again.

She had been down that road before.

She had also experienced rejection before; and Elliott knew that it’s hard not to find the initial exhilaration of reunion suddenly replaced by resentments from the past.

She and Rebel had an amazingly intuitive relationship and it was Rebecca who wasn’t reluctant to be seen as the more aggressive of the two (with the implication that it was a group package), which might (they hoped) make the opportunity irresistible.

“Back in the day…” Aimée had been Elliott’s “Chic Magnet”. It may be an arcane and sexist term by today’s standards, but the truth was that she lead more women to his bed than he ever did alone, at least at that time.

Aimée had an appreciation of other women that was uncanny. It wasn’t just sexual, because she really craved to know the friendship of another woman that rivaled the friendship between Jed and Elliot.

Even though they did not have sex with each other, on many occasions, they had shared one or more women together.

At times, they realized that both Aimée and Elliott compensated for their other insecurities with their considerable sexual prowess; that somehow because she feared he might grow tired of her unless she provided “the other woman” and he feared that he had to be “the stallion” that would keep her insecure and guessing, even mistrusting her own interests as a distraction from his feared ordinariness.

But in truth, they both were extraordinary people in extraordinary times. So much so that years later, they would pity anyone who hadn’t walked in their shoes.

It had been a long and crazy ride, tragically, beautifully doomed by the simple fact that back then, it was already written that in the absence of resolution, it would become finite.

Each of those lives had their own agenda, and the train was about to leave the station.

Because he chose not to make a choice, he got none.

Since Rebel also had developed a very good understanding with Chianna, they teated each other as sisters as far as Wicca and the significance of the planetary convergences occurring this weekend, but they both sensed that there was more to it than that.

Rebel later said that she figured she would “wait for the swelling to go down” before they explored the deeper and more esoteric aspects of the Moon.

She and Chianna both knew very well that each other’s agendas could reinforce themselves without conflict, and she was not shy about calling it to Chiana’s attention.

Rebel had every reason to have been the most jaded woman to ever live. As a porn star, her meteoric rise from the barefoot, superstitious, illiterate poverty of tidewater Virginia to Hollywood by way of the Adult Film Industry was tragically predictable to the point of appearing to have been scripted.

Yet although she was not shy about acknowledging her pain, as well as her toughness, her blunt frankness hid a very soft, tender heart.

When she met Elliott, she had already lost her money, gotten her heart broken repeatedly, and no longer worked in the Sex Industry. Despite this, she was surrounded by lackeys, hacks, hangers-on, and parasites. She also  was in danger of becoming addicted to opioids to counter the pain caused by a reaction to the silicone that had leaked from the breast enhancements that she felt she needed over the course of three separate, increasingly larger implants.

Now, she was so self-conscious of them that she never let anyone see them in the daylight. Anyone willing to spend the money to see them on film had well over one hundred opportunities to watch them grow dramatically, and she did not share the same modesty about her pussy.

When they had originally gotten naked yesterday after their showers, she had kept a very short cut-off tank top that was stretched so far that it was already nearly transparent.

Elliott had made no attempt to hide his attraction to her back then, but it all started with a few simple acts of kindness, and words of appreciation, rather than transparent flattery that must have made him so irresistible to her.

He never tried to initiate any sexual advances despite numerous opportunities and innuendos, even when he was clearly as aroused as she was.

She had heard it all before, and done it all before (for money), but for Love, if she could have done it all over, she would have done it all over you. She was derisive of men who thought that they could seduce, conquer, or tame her, but Elliott had really gotten under her skin by not trying.

She could only stand so much of his seemingly guileless, compassionate detachment before she essentially threw herself at him.

Oddly, though he found her dark, smoldering sexuality very attractive, when the moment finally forced itself upon his consciousness, the fact was that he just didn’t have the heart to refuse her in her moment of weakness…

(Admittedly, the transition from pity to animalistic hedonism was almost instantaneous.)

It was a very short-lived romance, but the sex was breathtaking and the friendship they developed was uncanny, although when he moved from Florida, he made no attempt to contact her again.

He never did, not with anyone. He found that reminiscing about the past inevitably led to profound depression.

He dreaded even cleaning out an old desk drawer, for fear of reliving the longing, and the angst, or perhaps even the realization that he missed it so much, and remembered it too fondly, considering how much he complained and found fault with it for not living up to his expectations while he was living it.

Elliott might reminisce from time to time, but he was completely disinclined to look back, let alone go back, which sharply contrasted his present situation as it was unfolding before them all, and yet he was enthused and energized by it.

But the true mystery…the wild card was of course, Leigh-Anne.

Elliott was not even sure if she had ever realized how much she had intimidated him in so many ways.

She was focused, determined and direct, where he tended to be vague, evasive, and fickle. At the time, it was clear that she cared deeply for him, and there were many times when she seemed to be the only person (other than April) that he trusted not to try to manipulate him with psycho-drama.

It was right then that he suddenly realized that the abuse he had suffered as a child had convinced him that as much as he craved to find his equal, he consistently sought out the damaged, co-dependent women whom he eventually would grow bored, or annoyed with only to reject and sabotage everything between them.

He never intended to be a predator, but Sex was the one thing that seemed to empower him, to compensate for his endless imagined shortcomings and get away with playing the fool until they left him.

That was part of the problem. He often thought that she could see through his most elaborate ruses. She wasn’t so gullible as to drink the Cool-Aid and he didn’t believe in himself enough to think she could actually fall in love with him.

Sometimes, “back in the day…” he perceived mixed messages when she would drop off the radar for awhile, only to reappear just as sweet and affectionate as ever, but if she was ever truly enthralled by the Infatuation of The Crush, she never let it show…or maybe Elliott was too blind to acknowledge it.

Sometimes just the realization that you may be in the presence of your equal is enough to intimidate a man who’s not up for the challenge, even if he knows he will regret his cowardice later.

And now, he wasn’t even sure if he understood why she was here at all.

No one could want a better or more competent friend. There was a curious  undercurrent of what he perceived as a sly sexuality which he found most endearing. There always had been.

Last that he had heard, her ranch in Arizona was a truly self-sustaining operation; enough so that she believed that she could be spared for “awhile.”

Before the Crash, she had become a very sophisticated world traveler and bon vivant, but as far as he knew, she traveled more or less alone and there were few mentions of her spouse, one way or the other.

And yet, there was no mistaking that familiar pull, that feeling that somewhere around the next corner, they might suddenly find themselves in each other’s arms again, all the while wondering…“What?!?!”

At times, it had seemed that some kind of cosmic forces were at work, trying to keep them from connecting…like walking hand in hand around their campground at night during the Wild Hog Festival, afraid Elliott’s wife would suddenly catch them…or having Elliott’s mother-in law show up at his place in the middle of the night while his wife was spending the weekend in Jamaica with “a client,” demanding to know what was going on…or years later, when she came to visit him at his hotel, only to find him exhausted, with a high fever.

Certainly, it was no coincidence…yet here they were again; it would be dubious to discount whatever it was that had drawn them back into each other’s sphere of influence.

It was a delicious game of cat and mouse. He knew she was observing everyone else, including him, sizing the politics of the moment.

It was at about that time that Elliott suddenly became aware of just how transparent everything and everyone were about to become.

“Share this smoke with us now, so that our words shall be carried straight to Heaven, and there shall be no lies between us.”

(Ceremonial pipe blessing of one of tribes of the Indigenous Peoples, unknown origin)*



Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon as it empties itself, receives from, and flows back into the sea.



(Author’s note: This was a phrase that I heard often when I was a child, but I don’t know from where it actually came.)


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