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Once in a Blue Agave Moon, chapter 51

Posted in Crossing the Abyss, 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, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on July 21, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Don’t pretend You Didn’t See this Coming

CHAPTER 51

With the dawn, came a new twist.

“April…” (Aimée and Rebel were speaking in unison again.)

“We’ve got a favor to ask…we’ve been thinking…we think it’s Elliott’s turn.”

“Haha! Do you know that I’ve never ‘jumped in’ on a man in a sexual setting? You may be surprised to hear this, but the only contemporary cultures that use sex as a vehicle for uniting with the spirit world are Caribbean and African Santeria and Voodoo.” April’s freestanding image was becoming clearer and more distinct, less translucent, almost as if it were solid.

“Don’t get me wrong…I would love to be inside Elliott while he was inside either of you. I think we are in agreement about being curious about what it’s like to have a cock.” the glow surrounding April began to pulse.

April remembered her experiences at The Home for Wayward Souls, the South-Florida new-age religious cult, and their explorations into Universal Mind and Cosmic Consciousness, or One Mind.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea…How about while you and Elliott are screwing Aimée if I pegged you two?” Rebel suggested.

“What?!?!” Elliott’s reaction was predictably shocked. 

Aimée and April just giggled and shook their heads. 

“Look, Doc…we all know that you’re quite the stud, even with a few extra miles on you…but nobody has to know…it’s not like we’re going to tell anyone, and besides…ain’t you just a little bit curious…about what it’s like?” Rebel seemed for a moment to enjoy Elliott’s discomfort.

“I promise I’ll be real gentle, and slow…at least at first.” Rebel purred seductively.

Aimée and April were besides themselves, both of them also enjoying Elliott’s alarm and awkward discomfort.

“What’s wrong, Doc? Doncha’ trust me? I let you do it to me…I thought turn-about was fair play….” Rebel showed a sly smirk, playing the provocateur, as she dragged her fingernails from his neck up to his face.

She had the deepest, darkest eyes that you could just fall into and never escape. She smiled coyly. Few people ever saw either the tenderness, or the depth she possessed within her, but most people never looked.

It is doubtful that most of the men that had ever fucked her even knew the color of her eyes, or cared what she thought or felt.

Then again, she did a lot to discourage them.

“Well, Boss…do you want to share anything with us?” (Aimée seemed to be leading the witness.) “…Or should I?”

“Come on…El…you’ve got nothing to hide from us, from the sound of it…” April chimed in. “Why not let Rebel in on it…she’s obviously not going to judge you…even though you never told me about Aimée…”

“So I guess I’m the only one who hasn’t…is that right Doc? Have you been holding out on me? And Aimée? You never mentioned it….” Rebel pretended to pout, and stuck out her bottom lip.

“Well, first off, you never asked, or tried…I’m very shy in that regard…I don’t just ‘volunteer’ or suggest it unless…well, in fact, come to think of it, we really never got around to the subject…and besides, I didn’t want you to think of me as a ‘sissy’….” Elliott’s embarrassment was obvious; it bordered on abject shame.

  “Really? Darlin,’ let me tell you something…I don’t think that anyone in this room would question the fact that I have had more experience with men than everyone else in this entire room…and probably with a couple extra rooms thrown in for good measure.”

“And I can tell you for an absolute fact that even the biggest, baddest, most notorious so-called studs in the industry…or the bikers I have known have got all kinds of embarrassing secrets much worse than that.”

“You poor Men and your fragile egos!” Rebel rarely exposed her sensitive side, or empathy, and was in no danger of being thought of as ‘deep’ or philosophical.

And yet, in that moment, she recognized something within herself that she had never realized before…never allowed herself to acknowledge, about her own pain and fears, and it left her so visibly effected that it was like a mask had been lifted from her face and she was forever changed by it.

Her dark, sultry, and hardened demeanor was replaced by a radiance, a glow of lovingkindness and sweetness of character that was most noticeable in her beautiful eyes and mouth.

The Knowledge of Good and Evil had enabled her to lose her fear of her own vulnerability, and it produced an effect not unlike watching a time-lapse recording of a flower blossoming that would continue for the rest of her life.

This profound realization was suddenly shared by all of them, wordlessly as each one of them took it to heart.

“Oh…my…God! And to think that in my smug complacency I thought that by ‘crossing the Abyss’ that the secrets of the universe had all been revealed to me!

As April spoke, beneath the glowing, pulsations coming from her, she appeared almost solid, and the radiance she emitted caused Elliott to feel like he was standing on the edge of an Event Horizon.

Like two perpendicular halos, or accretion discs, everyone could feel her drawing them in, like a gravitational force, in spirit.

“It’s time…” She said.

“…to talk of many things…of shoes and ships and sealing wax…and cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot…and whether pigs have wings…”

Elliott’s attempt at humor, although totally inappropriate at that precise moment, nonetheless elicited a faint smile from April, and a nostalgic chuckle from Aimée.

The Walrus and the Carpenter’ as well as just about everything by Lewis Carroll had been a favorite of Elliott’s, but this was clearly not the time for that.

“…to reunite with our fellow travelers.” April needed to bring the subjectmatter back to earth for a moment.

“You need food and hydration, and there is much to discuss amongst yourselves.”

“After that, you can re-boot ‘The Knowledge’ and, as they say ‘Begin Again.”

“Besides, LeighAnn and Mordecai are headed this way.”

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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Love on the Three Hundred Mile an Hour Train

Posted in Greatest Sorrow, Janitor To The Temple Of The Holy Of Holies, Letting Go, Love, No Expectations on July 20, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

Love on the Three Hundred Mile an Hour Train

 

 

How does it happen? In spite all of your insecurities and imagined faults, you meet someone who thinks that you are attractive, clever and sexy and they seem to be everything you have ever desired.

They sense your mutual attraction, and it empowers them in ways they never knew before, inspired to reveal themselves to you in ways they never knew possible.

You are stunned…awestruck within this dance of courtship, flattered beyond your imagination that someone so amazing is just as attracted to you.

Your soul feels lighter than air. Your imagination soars and every word you speak sounds brilliant to both of you, and you never felt quite so good looking before.

In each other’s eyes you raise each other far above the mundane, and the banal, each one better and brighter than either was in each others absence.

For a time.

One day, the spell breaks. First she stops believing in herself.

She is no longer inspired to charm and seduce you with the brilliance that she believes that she no longer possesses, and you in turn lose the faith in yourself that had made you so irresistible to her.

To be the idol of one’s own idol is to steal fire from the gods.

Like enlightenment, that which we desire cannot be attained by mere will.

In either courtship or marriage, now our longing and neediness as well as our self-consciousness makes attainment of our desires impossible.

The dog does not chase the deer because the deer runs…the deer runs because the dog chases it.

So you forget about it long enough to loose yourself in your self doing whatever makes you feel most alive. The longing is gone. You no longer feel incomplete.

You are complete within yourself.

You are back on the three hundred mile an hour train.

No desire, and no suffering.

Only this, just this.

If you try to call a cat to come to you, unless you have food, or something else that they want, they never come, but if you ignore it and read a newspaper, they will come to you.

Love comes, Love goes, yet we remain.

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/19/2020

On Letting Go

Posted in Uncategorized on July 20, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

No More “I Love You”

 

No More Torch Songs

I can no longer

only write the songs

that make me cry.

Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

07/20/2020

 

 

 

In case you can’t figure this out on your own…Any other questions?

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 20, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

All Lives Matter All Lives Matter All Lives Matter

 

Anything that demeans or detracts from the lives of any of us, diminishes the lives of all of us.

We Are all in this together.

All that it takes for Injustice or Tyranny to prevail is for people of good conscience to do nothing.

 

Namasté
नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/19/2020

 

 

 

Just One More…

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 18, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

Don’t be Too Sure

 

 

“Men become civilized, not in proportion to their willingness to believe, but in proportion to their readiness to doubt.”  

“The most costly of all follies is to believe passionately in the palpably not true. It is the chief occupation of mankind.”

“Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong…The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on “I am not too sure.” –H.L. Mencken

““The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
― Charles Bukowski

 

Quotes by H.L. Mencken

Posted in The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 18, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

The Same as it Ever Was

 

“True enough, even a superstitious man has certain inalienable rights. He has a right to harbor and indulge his imbecilities as long as he pleases, provided only he does not try to inflict them upon other men by force. He has a right to argue for them as eloquently as he can, in season and out of season. He has a right to teach them to his children. But certainly he has no right to be protected against the free criticism of those who do not hold them. . . . They are free to shoot back. But they can’t disarm their enemy.”

“The meaning of religious freedom, I fear, is sometimes greatly misapprehended. It is taken to be a sort of immunity, not merely from governmental control but also from public opinion.”

“By what route do otherwise sane men come to believe such palpable nonsense? How is it possible for a human brain to be divided into two insulated halves, one functioning normally, naturally and even brilliantly, and the other capable only of such ghastly balderdash which issues from the minds…of evangelists?”

“Religion, after all, is nothing but an hypothesis framed to account for what is evidentially unaccounted for.”

“Skin a chimpanzee, and it would take an autopsy to prove he was not a theologian.”

“”Let us trust in God, who has always fooled us in the past.”

“It is the natural tendency of the ignorant to believe what is not true.”

“The truth, indeed, is something that mankind, for some mysterious reason, instinctively dislikes.”

“No one in this world, so far as I know…has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby.”

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government.”

Namasté
नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/18/2020

Troubling Quotes for Troubled Times

Posted in The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 18, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

Concerning Law and Order

 

“The strange American ardor for passing laws, the insane belief in regulation and punishment, plays into the hands of the reformers, most of them quacks themselves. Their efforts, even when honest, seldom accomplish any appreciable good.”

“Oppressive laws do not destroy minorities; they simply make bootleggers.”

“One of the main purposes of laws in a democratic society is to put burdens upon intelligence and reduce it to impotence. Ostensibly, their aim is to penalize anti-social acts; actually their aim is to penalize heretical opinions.”

“The laws are innumerable and idiotic, but only prisoners in the penitentiaries and persons under religious vows ever obey them.”

Namasté
नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/18/2020

 

More Quotes

Posted in The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 18, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

As True as Ever

 

“What is any political campaign save a concerted effort to turn out a set of politicians who are admittedly bad and put in a set who are thought to be better. The former assumption, I believe is always sound; the latter is just as certainly false. For if experience teaches us anything at all it teaches us this: that a good politician, under democracy, is quite as unthinkable as an honest burglar.”

H.L. Mencken

Quotations by H.L. Mencken Pt II

Posted in The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 18, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

Some Things Never Change

 

“It is now practically impossible…to exhibit anything describable as genuine individuality, either in action or in thought, without running afoul of some harsh and unintelligible penalty. It would surprise no impartial observer if the motto “In God we trust” were one day expunged from the coins of the republic by the Junkers at Washington, and the far more appropriate word, ‘verboten,’ substituted.”

“The only good bureaucrat is one with a pistol at his head. Put it in his hand and it’s good-bye to the Bill of Rights.”

“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”

“Almost inevitably he comes to the conclusion that the government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable, and so, if he is romantic, he tries to change it.”

 

Namasté
नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/18/2020

A Series of Quotations…100 years ago…Pt. 1

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, The Daily Insanity, The Tyranny of Evil Men on July 18, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

 

Does This Sound Familiar?

 

The prevailing atmosphere of what I can only think of as “The Daily Insanity” reminded me of a number of quotes by American author, and literary critic, H.L. Mencken.

“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos.”

“Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.”

“Truth would quickly cease to be stranger than fiction, once we got as used to it.”

Namasté
नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

07/17/2020

 

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