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Chapter 54

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, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on December 26, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Leigh-Anne  had never spent an entire night with Elliott except for one weekend that they had gone to Key West together. At home, her children and mother expected her to be there when they got up, but there was always an easy familiarity between them right up until she went out west to get married.

Likewise, Elliott had only once slept over at Rebel’s house, only because he was too high to drive, and nothing between them ever had any air of domesticity. They did not share their intimacy with anyone else as far as Elliott knew, and it was usually initiated by her as if out of thin air, and totally unexpected by Elliott.

In fact, it wasn’t until Jedidiah and The Three Winds came to visit that she had ever acknowledged their intimacy at all, except to Aimée, it would appear.

As much as Elliott was already anticipating future visits from April, (at least he hoped) she would appear again when the took The Knowledge, he realized that they would never be ‘playing house’ again.

But here, there was plenty of room for houseguests, but if this became a long-term residence, they would need to have their own quarters, but given Chianna’s reaction to Jed, who knows who would be sleeping where in the days to come?

Since Elliott was almost always the only one to cook for them, Chianna had no real inclination to work in the kitchen to help, and although she rarely even offered, she was only too happy to see to it that the other guests were entertained and delivered everything that came from the kitchen to their table.

And although Chianna did not exclude anyone else from her attention, the attraction, the fascination, indeed the infatuation that she was experiencing over Jed was impossible to ignore, but graciously acknowledged by everyone without judgement or rancor, although it did not escape a few knowing glances between Leigh-Anne, Rebel or even Jedidiah.

In the kitchen, a genuine feeling of relief passed between Elliott and Aimée almost as soon as they started the breakfast preparations.

True to form, when Elliott entertained, he had a tendency to go more than a little bit overboard, bordering on the grandiose. From the time that he learned of their impending arrival, his brain began to go on overload, and whenever he was performing…(anything)…he had to check himself from time to time and remember to take a big breath, and just relax, because if he was already doing anything creative..anything that he really loved, he had to remember to savor the pleasure, the enjoyment of being in the moment doing whatever he loved. 

And yet, right then, right there with Aimée helping him, he realized how easy it had been between them, just the two of them without  agendas, or interference, or interlopers. 

Not that either of them tried to push the envelope…in fact they were a little cautious, almost shy even, and it just made them even more adorable to each other; nothing predatory and in the absence of pretense.

“It really has been a long time…brings back some memories, doesn’t it?” Aimée cautiously observed.

It was exquisite just enjoying each other’s company.

And for once…Elliott managed to keep his mouth shut. Not entirely, but every little word or expression did not launch him into some kind of diatribe or rant.

Just a few very small, short, focused exchanges about preparation, seasoning, temperatures and the like between two people of one mind.

Turns out, she had become something of a regional celebrity regarding food, and had written several books on the subject of cooking.

Even Elliott knew to speak less and listen more. He suddenly felt lighter than air. Most of anything that he could do to impress her was to shut up and let her take the lead…she not only noticed it, but she suddenly saw him more in the light of how she had described how she hoped to envision him years later.

Subtlety and understatement was very, very attractive on Elliott.

He tried to simply follow her lead, and just help her navigate their larder and kitchen. And they both enjoyed it. A word of two here, ask her opinion about anything, and don’t try to control everything he touched. 

This was entirely new ground for Elliott, but she made it easy.

They both seemed to be rationing their direct eye contact, perhaps for fear that they might both be overcome by it, and yet, they were both the only audience that either of them needed,  or even wanted.

There were no discussions about their future plans, no heavy or lofty subjects at all, but the expressions on their faces, albeit more than a little guarded, spoke volumes with which neither one was inclined to argue.

They were just glad to be together, almost alone, once again.

At one point, they both reached for the Tamarind seeds at the same time. Their hands touched, and almost recoiled away, but Elliott placed his hand over hers, very gently, although somehow Aimée did not think he would release it instantly, so he just placed his hand over hers, like he was covering it, protecting or shading it, Very gently, as he stared up toward her face, waiting for her to look up, eye to eye.

For one thin moment, they exchanged the most beatific look, before Aimée raised two fingers to Elliott’s lips.

Long, long ago, they probably would have passionately embraced, and undoubtedly have made love right there in the kitchen, on the table, the floor, a chair, or right on top of the one hundred pound bag of rice in the corner of the pantry, or maybe even all four, and after all, for once no one was interested in “catching’ them anyway.

Long ago, swept away by a torrent of passions, amid entire volumes of testaments to Drama, and often supercharged with cocaine, Romance beguiled Reason as Love seduced Logic without regard for anything except the moment, and it was good…for awhile.

But now, the same winds of change finally catapult them out of the doldrums and horse latitudes of complacency, but in a far subtler, yet maddeningly more beautiful magnificence of Truth, and Authenticity without pretense or agenda into more still, clear, and deep waters so as to create the impression of yet another singularity of time and space to be reborn again within our own spheres of influence.

The Great Peace, and the Great Love…Big Love; those moments of realization via even the tiniest sliver of illumination presents the paradox of just how immense the passion of those realizations are, as if the subtler  of the conditions can only be appreciated after the violent passions have been sated. 

As Amy’s fingers touched Elliott’s lips, they suddenly felt galvanized, so strong was the current that flowed between them.

Another feature of the knowledge is the ability to send and receive tactile sensations from one to the other, back and forth, like alternating current transmitting their Dharma in a visible as well as palpable form.

A split second in Eternity. 

Thoughts, states of mind, and emotions transmitted via touch.

Indeed, as the Buddha said: “I transmit my Dharma to you” please note: he did not say: “I transmit THE Dharma to you.”

Under normal circumstances, one cannot transmit a state of mind, or even a belief system of what is true or untrue by mere touch, or telepathy, which is itself not a normal capability of humans.

Unless perhaps you are a bodhisattva…

But these were once again, extraordinary people under extraordinary circumstances in extraordinary times.

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.

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

Chapter 53

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on December 26, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

“We just discovered that Mordecai is one of the Guardians of the Gateway…and that Boop-Oopa-Doop! is also known now as “Betty”…and that April is now one of our spirit guides.”

Elliott was visibly overcome to the point where he looked like he was about to ‘come un-glued’ but everyone there was doing their best to support and comfort him.

“Yeah …’Betty’ or rather April revealed herself to me the first time we took “The Knowledge’ at the Sanctuary. I wasn’t positive that she would be here tonight, and I was not sure how to broach the subject. I had no idea about Mordecai myself until tonight…But  El…are you OK?”

“Well, I am more overloaded than anything else…it’s just so much to process, even with ‘The Knowledge’ but I couldn’t have asked for better company and support…from everybody…especially April…so much was unresolved. She already told me that the past is gone, and she doesn’t need to hold any grudges, but then again…well, I can’t rest on my laurels either and…”

“Every day is judgement day!” suddenly sprang from the lips of everyone there in unison.

“So as far as what you missed, I’d say not much, because you already knew almost everything that I did…except for one thing.”

“And what would that be?”

“What it’s like to make love to my wife.”

“So really, perhaps I should be asking what did I miss?…and wth my imagination…well, you get my drift.”

“Although I’d be  remiss if I didn’t give credit to Aimée and Rebel for not giving me any real time or opportunity to reflect on it.”

As Elliott spoke, both Aimée and Rebel cautiously approached him from both sides to gently touch his arms. They took great care to not ‘Showboat’ anything that might be misinterpreted under different circumstances about the time that they all realized that they all already knew.

Suddenly, Elliott realized that he was not overcome with the sort of curiosity bordering on voyeurism that would normally be present in this sort of situation. It might be fun, just as ‘pillow-talk’ at some other time, but the urgency, the insecurity, the envy, the jealousy and the possessiveness were most conspicuous in their absence.

Completely. Without reservation; and it was mutual for both Elliott and Chianna.

What everyone else experienced at that time was different for each of them, as far as how they all fit together in the scheme of things, but there was no insecurity or fear, because what each of them knew, they all knew collectively.

“And now, you both know,,,” was all that Chianna had to say. She sounded empowered, yet kind, and loving at the same time. 

“At this point, I think that we can all benefit from some bonding time as a group, possibly over breakfast, coffee, or whatever, and brain-storm about anything that either comes to mind randomly, or any suggestions about how we all feel about taking a next step in this process.” Jed felt that something needed to be said to not only help ground the conversation but also encourage everyone to participate as a group.

“Yeah, we can take a breather, relax, and all get comfortable together. For all intents and purposes, we will become an extended family, since the business and social aspects are essentially one and the same, unless I’m reading this incorrectly.”

Elliott wanted so very badly for this to come to fruition, but he felt that he needed the assurance that everybody else was reading from the same sheet of music.

“Obviously, Jed, Aimée, Rebel and Leigh-Anne have already been initiated with ‘The Knowledge, so in all fairness, I think that Chiana’s opinion is important, but then again, even one dose is life-changing to say the least. And the One-Mind state of consciousness that we now share is intriguing to me, but I’m not the last word on this.”

“I sure could use a cup of coffee, and let’s just take it from there. Rebel offered. “How about if we head over there?”

“I’d love a cup of coffee…with a side of coffee, please,’ Aimée added.

“How about if I help with the breakfast preparations, if anybody wants anything? Or is that too many cooks?” Aimée was definitely relaxing a bit, and wanted to ‘test the waters’ as far as Chianna’s territorial rights, or if she was uncomfortable with she and Elliott working together in the kitchen.

Also Rebel would undoubtedly ‘sit it out’ until she had her cup, and this would be the first ‘unchaperoned’ time with Elliott.

“Shpilkes!” Was the first expression to come to her mind. Aimée still wasn’t exactly sure how she  felt.

Sure, she knew that as a business venture, and safe place to call home, Jed was absolutely correct, and there had been more than a few times in the past when she had wondered where Elliott was, or if he was even alive.

He seemed more stable, more settled…in fact he reminded her of how she hoped he would be in a few years; she had told him so once, in fact she went so far as to describe him to him.

Truth was, no amount of speculation would yield any guarantees about anything. God knows, there seemed to be no friction between her and Chianna, but what would she be like “once the swelling goes down?”

Suppose she and Jedidiah grew tired of each other? Suppose she falls completely in love with Jed? That might be even worse.

Forever playing the devil’s advocate, as she pondered the ‘what if’s…’ she decided that at this point, better to just relax and see what happens.

None of the other alternatives that she knew of were especially attractive anyway. Make no mistake…she and Rebel were quite capable of taking care of business, and it seemed that Rebel was destined to be a star, no matter what she did, but this was a much healthier identity, and if her past was in any danger of catching up with her, they both would be well protected.

They were already on their way to the kitchen and dining room, and everybody was wearing their robes, at least for the time being. The privacy that Elliott and Chianna enjoyed here was amazing, part of a life she was afraid had already vanished everywhere else that she knew.

They were all somewhat exhausted, but the excitement of anticipation of a new future energized them at least until they’d had a meal, and then maybe a nap.

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.

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

Chapter 52:

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Mature Theme, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on December 26, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

In less than a minute’s time, there was a knock at the door, and indeed, Leigh-Anne and Mordecai were standing outside the guest quarters occupied by Rebel, Aimée, Elliott, and April.

As Elliott let them in, Rebel remarked “Right on time! I guess clairvoyance isn’t that much of a stretch for you, once you’ve crossed over. Am I right, April?”

But it was Mordecai that answered first, despite the fact that no one saw his lips move.

“No it’s not, but also keep in mind that it’s a great deal easier once the five of you turned yourselves into transmitters, for all intents and purposes. ‘The Knowledge…’ is an extremely powerful sacrament; after permanently altering your neurological bio-chemistry, existing neuron pathways are not only strengthened, but new functions of your consciousness and perception are possible.”

“Imagine living in a one-room shanty with no windows or doors, and never leaving until one morning you awake to discover that for your entire life, you had been shut into the basement of a magnificent mansion, with many rooms, each one with several doors capable of connecting you to any other room in the house directly.”

“The ‘wormholes’ described in Einstein’s General Relativity were originally called ‘Einstein-Rosen Bridges’ and postulated that Time and Space could be bent sufficiently to allow instantaneous travel, not only to places far too remote to be accessed in an entire lifetime, but even other dimensions and parallel universes.”

“String Theory, in addition to postulating about resonances and their relation to what determines the parameters of any reality within any given universe outside your own, also suggests that the concept of a ‘Singularity of Time and Space’ does not account for the more likely probability of an infinite series of singularities, each with it’s own universe and time, like soap bubbles adjoining each other.”

“Wormholes would allow passage from one adjoining universe to another. Without them, multi-dimensional travel, or existence would not be possible.”

“Although human physicists have not yet been able to discover the ‘Universal Factorial’ that accounts for and connects the quantum, sub-atomic systems, atoms, molecules, planets, solar systems and universes into a series of continuous rules and transitions, doesn’t mean that they don’t exist.”

“That gap in understanding what connects Quantum Mechanics to General Relativity, Special Relativity, Matter/Anti-matter, Black Holes, Dark Mass and Dark Energy has a parallel within your own mind.”

“You’ve heard references to what people call a ‘Long Conclusion’ implying that the series of thought engrams that had to be traversed by way of Logic and Reason was something like five million dominoes that had to knock each one over the next, in order to go from Postulate to Conclusion.”

“Now imagine the longest formula ever written…suppose you could manipulate that series of characters, like pearls on a string, to bend the last one back around far enough to connect to the first one.”

“That would represent an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, or ‘wormhole’ within your brain.”

“Welcome to the Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.”

“Mankind’s worst, and perhaps original mistake was to be tricked into believing that they had to trade Instinct and Romance for Reason, or for that matter, Love for Logic.”

“And to think that I bred my two finest dogs, and delivered you!” Rebel was overcome with emotion, incredulous, yet like a proud parent.

The paradigm shift would have overloaded most people’s coping mechanisms, but she dd not try to over-think anything, so in the absence of contradictions, it “was what it was.”   

“But why me? I treated you like I was your mother…loved you like a child, but…I must have seemed more like a lost soul…or a fool.…”

“That’s why I came here to save you. You balance the equation…the salt against the sweet…the spicy against the mild…the obvious contrasting the occult.”

“You are the catalyst that activates the others. Your suffering will lead you not only to your salvation, but also to that of the others.”

“Each of you has been led here by your individual, as well as collective Kharma.”

Leigh-Ann’s radiance spoke volumes about rapture, illumination, and ‘The Knowing.’

Blissed beyond mere words.

Finally, she breathed what seemed like a sigh of relief. As she bemusedly shook her head, all she could say was “Imagine my surprise…!”

Elliott looked like the deer in the headlights.

“What about Chianna and Jed?” he asked.

“They’re coming…in about five…” April volunteered.

“Five what?” he queried.

“…Four…three…two…One…” April continued.

“Zero!“ (Chianna had already let herself in and Jedidiah was standing behind her.)

“So what did we miss?” Jed inquired.

“I was going to ask you two the same thing.”

Elliott looked like the cat that just ate the canary.

Chianna looked like a joyful canary.

‘The Knowledge’ had leveled the playing field.

No regrets, no recriminations, no accusations, no insecurities.

‘One Mind…no mind…Mind like water…Mu-Shin.’

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.

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

What did you do during the Pandemic?

Posted in EMS War Stories, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Keep Coming Back, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, this thing we do with words on December 8, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

I have been gone for so long, that there are probably few people left that even remember me.

Most of my former followers have quit. Few blogs last longer than five years, although I recently celebrated my Eighth Anniversary with WordPress, which for me, is like an electronic writers’ colony.

Also, I am not much of a blogger; I am a writer, and much too selfish to participate in the “blah-blah-blahs of blogging” that Suki, my long-suffering spouse was especially good at doing.

Also, she is a great deal more likable and outgoing, so when she gave up the sport, many of the people who followed me by way of her dropped from the ranks of regular readers.

My pursuits involving “research” for my third novel, “Once in a Blue Agave Moon” and a long-standing bout with depression and mental illness resulted in a most protracted hiatus…

BUT recently, a long-lost associate from the EMS community inquired about my first novel, the eponymous “Dancing in Dreamland,” but when I went to the page that I thought had been loaded there, I discovered that it was nearly unreadable for a long list of reasons…

So I edited it extensively and prepared it for e-publication, which I had procrastinated for far too long.

I was on a roll, so I also edited and prepared “The Home for Wayward Souls and the Talking Monkeys” which is possibly a far superior work.

Both will have a new page of their own, possibly before the end of the evening.

Once I e-publish them, they will no longer be free for the reading, but I have almost no idea how to accomplish this without Suki’s assistance…

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

12/08/2020

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