Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 43

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.

Why?

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.

Namasté

नमस्ते

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.

*ALL REFERENCES TO ANY PERSONS CONFIRMED STILL LIVING IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL…AND THE DEAD ARE TOO BUSY LAUGHING AT US TO CARE.

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