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Chapter 66

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 January 16, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“I would like to suggest that we re-boot The Knowledge again…I think we’re on a roll…” Rebel suggested

“I agree .” Leigh-Anne and Mordecai had suddenly joined the group, adding “But Mordecai and I were thinking that we try to focus on everything else except sex, at least to start…time for some Satsang to just regain our balance and perspective.”

“We’re not talking about a lot of details about business or logistics so much as to start just planning the everyday but nurturant  activities or plans of action or protocols. Low-level everyday activities of daily living.”

“I’m game…ready to play?”

Jed held the bottle of bright-blue capsules aloft.

{“Count us in,”) Aimée and Rebecca purred in seductive unison.

Each of them took another capsule of The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

It was Saturday.

Tonight would mark the second full moon of the month. A blue moon.

A total lunar eclipse yields a Blood Moon, which occurs when the shadow of the earth blocks out all the blue light normally reflected by the surface of the moon, giving it a blood-red appearance.

Although it would not be a total eclipse immediately above where they were located, it would still turn the color of the moon a dusky, dark red. 

Samhain, the Celtic celebration of the start of the dark season, occurs during the autumnal equinox, when the barriers between the living and the dead are at their weakest. In the Christian calendar, it is All Saints Eve, or Halloween.

The simultaneous occurrence of all three is extremely rare, unless….

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! What’s up, Toots?”

“What’s up Boop?”

“What’s up Betty?”

“What’s up April?”

“Ready to bend some Time and Space?” April asked, as she transformed from a giant Macaw, into Betty Boop, the cartoon ‘flapper-girl,’ and finally into April Tremski.

“There’s no time like the present.” Elliott added as he bit his lip, almost imperceptibly.

“Indeed. The Ever-present, never-present, present moment.” April seemed to sigh, ever so slightly, then smiled and winked seductively to Elliott.

“The Past if gone, the Future never comes, and the Present is forever arriving, only to disappear into the past as soon as it arrives.” Aimée could be as cryptic as she was deep.

“Welcome to the Three-Hundred Mile-per-hour Train, where only your mind is moving.” (Mordecai still enjoyed having his ears scratched as Leigh-Anne spoke.)

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 65

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on January 16, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“I would like to suggest that we re-boot The Knowledge again…I think we’re on a roll…” Rebel suggested

“I agree .” Leigh-Anne and Mordecai had suddenly joined the group, adding “But Mordecai and I were thinking that we try to focus on everything else except sex, at least to start…time for some Satsang to just regain our balance and perspective.”

“We’re not talking about a lot of details about business or logistics so much as to start just planning the everyday but nurturant  activities or plans of action or protocols. Low-level everyday activities of daily living.”

“I’m game…ready to play?”

Jed held the bottle of bright-blue capsules aloft.

{“Count us in,”) Aimée and Rebecca purred in seductive unison.

Each of them took another capsule of The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

It was Saturday.

Tonight would mark the second full moon of the month. A blue moon.

A total lunar eclipse yields a Blood Moon, which occurs when the shadow of the earth blocks out all the blue light normally reflected by the surface of the moon, giving it a blood-red appearance.

Although it would not be a total eclipse immediately above where they were located, it would still turn the color of the moon a dusky, dark red. 

Samhain, the Celtic celebration of the start of the dark season, occurs during the autumnal equinox, when the barriers between the living and the dead are at their weakest. In the Christian calendar, it is All Saints Eve, or Halloween.

The simultaneous occurrence of all three is extremely rare, unless….

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! What’s up, Toots?”

“What’s up Boop?”

“What’s up Betty?”

“What’s up April?”

“Ready to bend some Time and Space?” April asked, as she transformed from a giant Macaw, into Betty Boop, the cartoon ‘flapper-girl,’ and finally into April Tremski.

“There’s no time like the present.” Elliott added as he bit his lip, almost imperceptibly.

“Indeed. The Ever-present, never-present, present moment.” April seemed to sigh, ever so slightly, then smiled and winked seductively to Elliott.

“The Past if gone, the Future never comes, and the Present is forever arriving, only to disappear into the past as soon as it arrives.” Aimée could be as cryptic as she was deep.

“Welcome to the Three-Hundred Mile-per-hour Train, where only your mind is moving.” (Mordecai still enjoyed having his ears scratched as Leigh-Anne spoke.)

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 64

Posted in Collaboration, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Interspecies Erotica, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

Mordecai who had been languishing between the two women since Rebel walked up, let out a long, almost wistful-sounding sigh as he relaxed.

(“Chianna!…watch this!) With that, Rebel nudged her, then nodded in Mordecai’s direction.

While Chianna observed, Rebel suddenly wheeled around to face Mordecai directly, and as he lifted his head, she pulled her already provocatively skimpy shorts down to her knees, and said “Does that answer your question?”

(“Beautifully! and quite eloquently…your communication skills, especially the listening is quite remarkable…Now…Who’s my good girl?”)

(“We’ve got a confession to make…we’re both very, very naughty girls!”) With that, Chianna pulled her shorts down as well, as both women laughed hysterically.

(“And there’s such a lot of good ways to be bad.”) Mordecai was clearly amused.

Depending upon how your mind works, this all can be viewed from a number of different perspectives:

Most people don’t give the idea of undressing, or being generally naked around their pets a second thought, but whether it is a matter of either sentience or erotica, once the idea of higher-level thinking is introduced, we may be given pause, (or even paws)….

But if your ‘pet’ suddenly proves to be a trans-dimensional being of far superior intelligence than yourself, perhaps the difference in cognition, perception, intelligence, and even wisdom between them and you might seem even more like beastiality to them than the other way around.

“One beings ceiling may be another beings floor.”

“…and sometimes, a dog is just a dog…but if you always treat them with the same  respect due to any living being, you’ll never go wrong.”

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 63

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Liason Between Parties, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Philosophical Sexuality on January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“Did I miss anything?” Rebel asked.

“Mordecai has been giving me some new perspectives about making the best use of not only the time, but the opportunities for the three of us to bond and build upon these great opportunities that await us.” Chianna was feeling very cheerful, but feared Rebel might have been eavesdropping.

“We’ve got a lot to do…and three of the strongest, smartest bitches there are to do it.” Rebel was very confident in many ways, when she knew that she was operating from a position of power.

Her true realization of her strengths came when she learned that she didn’t have to use sex for power, because her imagination, ingenuity and creative talents that had been stifled for so long as a child had really blossomed, first, when she left “the Business” and later, when she and Aimée bonded.

Aimée was usually the smartest person in the room, but much of her strength came from not doing too much to convince anyone else of it…or even to go so far as to disguise it, usually until after it was too late to change the dynamics of the deal.

It meant so much to Rebel that Aimée respected her the way that she did. Their personalities and strengths reinforced each other, and it definitely was mutual; so Amy’s admiration of Rebel did just that much more to increase her self-confidence.

As a team, they could be hypnotic, or even devastating.

“And I want you to know that I’m really looking forward to it…not that I wouldn’t have liked to go on the road with Jed, but this is so much more than just business, because we are becoming family…and I need to apologize for getting such a case of tunnel vision….” Chianna confessed.

“Look, honey…Jed’s quite a piece of eye-candy…come to think of it, quite a piece of ass too. Not that Elliott hasn’t got his own charms, but the same thing every night can get boring…we don’t want to take anything that’s yours…that isn’t given freely, but we all need to know how to share. And we want you to know that you have nothing to fear from Aimée and me.”

“I want so much to believe that…I need to…it’s just such a big change…I admit that I wasn’t ready at first…no time to process it all. We all know that Elliott never got over Aimée, but I never stopped to think that maybe it was mutual…I was terrified about having to compete with a ghost that was suddenly resurrected from his dead past.”

“Well, something that may ease your mind a bit…as far as her ‘lost love,’ I don’t want to speak out of turn, but I know Aimée very well, and although he’s a great friend, yeah and a great lover as well…I think she’s ‘getting over’ the obsession over him. She will always love him, and the friendship is indelible…unless another man comes into Amy’s life, which is a whole lot more likely now if the spell is broken…will Elliott be able to accept it?”

“…Especially if you get all goo-goo over Jed, and Elliott feels left out…and left behind while we are all on the road and he has to stay home to brew Agave Moon and keep the household…alone.” Rebel touched Chianna’s arm as she gazed into her eyes, looking upward, eyebrows raised. It was a knowing, and compassionate look.

“Shit! You really do think three steps ahead…not necessarily a prophecy, but certainly a strong possibility. I’m quite impressed…I’d think you’ve been scrying….” Chianna realized that she had underestimated and marginalized Rebel  from the start.  

“Well, now that you mention it, that’s another thing for you and I to work on  together. I’m not into covens, but being a solitary practicing witch really gets lonely, to say nothing of the lack of inspiration from others,” Rebel added.

Chianna had been a bit guarded about broaching the subject with Rebel, who could be very intimidating without trying, and was grateful that they shared  that kind of connection. “Me too…I know exactly what you mean…it’s hard to know who to trust these days.”

“I’m looking forward to it myself.” Rebel smiled, and winked. “…with just us girls.”

“Blessings Be” Chianna replied.

“Merry Met” Rebel answered, according to the ancient greetings of the sisters of the moon.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright ©  12/09/2021

Chapter 62

Posted in Crazy Zen Wisdom, Crossing the Abyss, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Interspecies Erotica, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“Did I miss anything?” Rebel asked.

“Mordecai has been giving me some new perspectives about making the best use of not only the time, but the opportunities for the three of us to bond and build upon these great opportunities that await us.” Chianna was feeling very cheerful, but feared Rebel might have been eavesdropping.

“We’ve got a lot to do…and three of the strongest, smartest bitches there are to do it.” Rebel was very confident in many ways, when she knew that she was operating from a position of power.

Her true realization of her strengths came when she learned that she didn’t have to use sex for power, because her imagination, ingenuity and creative talents that had been stifled for so long as a child had really blossomed, first, when she left “the Business” and later, when she and Aimée bonded.

Aimée was usually the smartest person in the room, but much of her strength came from not doing too much to convince anyone else of it…or even to go so far as to disguise it, usually until after it was too late to change the dynamics of the deal.

It meant so much to Rebel that Aimée respected her the way that she did. Their personalities and strengths reinforced each other, and it definitely was mutual; so Amy’s admiration of Rebel did just that much more to increase her self-confidence.

As a team, they could be hypnotic, or even devastating.

“And I want you to know that I’m really looking forward to it…not that I wouldn’t have liked to go on the road with Jed, but this is so much more than just business, because we are becoming family…and I need to apologize for getting such a case of tunnel vision….” Chianna confessed.

“Look, honey…Jed’s quite a piece of eye-candy…come to think of it, quite a piece of ass too. Not that Elliott hasn’t got his own charms, but the same thing every night can get boring…we don’t want to take anything that’s yours…that isn’t given freely, but we all need to know how to share. And we want you to know that you have nothing to fear from Aimée and me.”

“I want so much to believe that…I need to…it’s just such a big change…I admit that I wasn’t ready at first…no time to process it all. We all know that Elliott never got over Aimée, but I never stopped to think that maybe it was mutual…I was terrified about having to compete with a ghost that was suddenly resurrected from his dead past.”

“Well, something that may ease your mind a bit…as far as her ‘lost love,’ I don’t want to speak out of turn, but I know Aimée very well, and although he’s a great friend, yeah and a great lover as well…I think she’s ‘getting over’ the obsession over him. She will always love him, and the friendship is indelible…unless another man comes into Amy’s life, which is a whole lot more likely now if the spell is broken…will Elliott be able to accept it?”

“…Especially if you get all goo-goo over Jed, and Elliott feels left out…and left behind while we are all on the road and he has to stay home to brew Agave Moon and keep the household…alone.” Rebel touched Chianna’s arm as she gazed into her eyes, looking upward, eyebrows raised. It was a knowing, and compassionate look.

“Shit! You really do think three steps ahead…not necessarily a prophecy, but certainly a strong possibility. I’m quite impressed…I’d think you’ve been scrying….” Chianna realized that she had underestimated and marginalized Rebel  from the start.  

“Well, now that you mention it, that’s another thing for you and I to work on  together. I’m not into covens, but being a solitary practicing witch really gets lonely, to say nothing of the lack of inspiration from others,” Rebel added.

Chianna had been a bit guarded about broaching the subject with Rebel, who could be very intimidating without trying, and was grateful that they shared  that kind of connection. “Me too…I know exactly what you mean…it’s hard to know who to trust these days.”

“I’m looking forward to it myself.” Rebel smiled, and winked. “…with just us girls.”

“Blessings Be” Chianna replied.

“Merry Met” Rebel answered, according to the ancient greetings of the sisters of the moon.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

Chapter 61

Posted in Collaboration, 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 January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

By this point, everyone was awake and starting to get out of bed. 

Now that the novelty of telepathy was somewhat worn off, it was a mixture of vocalized and unvocalized comments, but there were no longer any secrets among any of them from this point.

Elliott and Chianna were quick to offer their hospitality.

“How about if I take the drink orders and Elliott takes your meal requests?”

Everyone was famished and parched, and nothing that was available at ‘Chez Monroe’ was off-limits.

“How about if I help with the food ?” Aimée offered. “What-cha say, Boss?”

“Do you mind giving me a hand with the beverages Jedidiah?” Chianna gave him a mischievous look; she had never called him by his full name before, and ‘Jed’ just sounds a little bit too “Jethro’ for some people, including Chianna.

“Well, there’s no reason that Rebecca and I should just sit here like company, so how about if we take care of setting the table and whatever else needs done as we get ready to eat.” Leigh-Anne remained cheerfully oblivious of anyone else’s agendas.

“Yeah, I’m not much of one for being waited on, myself,” Rebel added.

(“I’ll tell you what…I have absolutely no problem with being waited on…and in fact, considering that I’m not well-equipped to assist anyone with meal preparation, I’ll just wait in the dining room so I don’t get underfoot.”)

Mordecai seemed to always be in the cat-bird’s seat.

All discussions about anything other than idle conversation was tabled until after the meal.

Once finished, over coffee and a few smokes, they began to brainstorm how to accomplish their goals.

First, Jed and Leigh-Anne were going to do some foraging for supplies directly related to seeing to it that Elliott would be able to brew and distill on a continual basis.

They had a ten-wheeler secreted less than half a day’s ride away on their ‘bikes,’ so that when they returned, they could drop off the truck, fully loaded, thereby giving them another vehicle at the Colony to shuttle either supplies, or finished product as needed.

Sugar had never presented any insurmountable obstacles, because in Florida, especially on the edge of the Everglades, sugarcane grows everywhere, and it’s not that difficult to produce and doesn’t need all that much refinement to be usable for distilling, but having a plentiful supply without foraging would keep Elliott focused on just one thing, without distractions.

By re-pitching previous batches of yeast, and keeping a ‘culture’ going for each next batch, Elliott had developed a ‘house-crop’ that was quite successful, but Agave requires very specialized yeasts that are resistant to a very long list of opportunistic bacterial contaminants that could literally kill your best batch almost overnight, but saccharomyces cerevisiae was the hands-down favorite in North America, and Jed already had a line on a very large source, as well as many gallons of raw agave syrup, some in fifty-gallon drums.

In Mexico, it was originally not even necessary to add any yeasts because they are present naturally on the surface of the plants, or even in the air in their native climate, but even the commercial distillers had been using yeast cultures for several decades since the standardization of Tequila long ago.

Now Elliott would not only have plenty of yeast, but he would have enough of it to keep a  culture brewing for each next new run before it was even started.

Although they had started transplanting and cultivating as many agave plants as they could find, there are some fifty different varieties of Maguey that can be used to produce some type of Mezcal, or Raicilla, only Mexican Weber Blue Agave can be used to make true Tequila, but then again, it had to be made in only one state in Mexico, and that is a very, very long way from the Everglades.

Jed had already started making arrangements to secure tons of Blue Agave, both cut and ready to ferment, or plants in various stages of growth and development before arriving at the Colony, and with the free acreage all over their established territory, plenty of space to grow it.

Plans were being made for both long-haul and short-term goals and deadlines.

Jed had also planned on having his mentor secure enough copper sheeting to built a free-standing three hundred gallon alembic pot still. Although it would involve certain obligations on their part, it also meant that they had a steady market for most of what they could produce, although when Jed and the (now) Four Winds went on the road, they would also have plenty to market while on their travels.

It also meant that the father and son that did the metalwork and brazing for the new still would receive compensation to be determined by mutual agreement of all concerned parties, whether it be ‘profit sharing’ or single disbursement or barter.

This added value to the new liaison that was being proposed to the residents of the Fourteenth Colony.

Chianna was more than a little conflicted with this decision however, because she had envisioned herself traveling with Jed and the rest of the group right away, but the charter that the other members of the Fourteenth Colony had set up two years ago required that all new residents would have to be approved by vote to become permanent residents, and preparations for their new housing would also need their attention.

And although she suspected that she would have no problem getting Jed to invite her along ‘for the ride,’ that would involve leaving Aimée and Rebel alone to their own devices, and as much access to Elliott as they wanted.

It’s ironic how people in the midst of their own peccadillos, still feel pangs of jealousy over those that they would possess and control, if left to their own selfish whims.

Chianna liked Rebecca quite well enough, but she couldn’t escape the fact that when Aimée was around Elliott, she feared that Amy’s desire for her husband would threaten her relationship with a man whom she loved, but did not desire…at least until she thought that someone else wanted him.

Although Aimée had done everything to make it perfectly clear to everyone that it was not her intention to become involved with Elliott, Chianna found herself doubting what might happen without anyone to prevent it.

Had she not been so enthralled with her infatuation over Jed, she would not have been so quick to let the three of them re-unite without her supervision, but it just seemed like a natural sexual revisitation, which was something that had been encouraged by both parties since before they were even officially a couple.

Besides, Chianna would be necessary to present Aimée and Rebel to the other members of the Colony. The men could agree all that they wanted about the rational reasons why such an affiliation would be great for the other members of the Colony from a completely rational standpoint as a matter of business and commerce, but if their wives and significant others did not hold the same point of view, it would be hopeless.

Oddly enough, Leigh-Anne had managed to not only appear to be oblivious to the controversies and machinations of all that romance, but as a result, no one had any suspicions about her intentions.

Not even Chianna.

It had always been that way for her. Not that she wasn’t attractive or sexy enough to have any man that she wanted, but she always seemed aloof or above such goings on, and that had always worked to her advantage in the past.

Leigh-Anne was the eternal enigma of the group, but when she laid her cards upon the table, there was never any doubt.

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. 

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Chapter 60

Posted in Bardo Thodol, Crossing the Abyss, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

Mordecai was the first to speak.

(“And that is what I love about her. She was born to perform. It’s her generosity of soul. It’s not so much fate as inevitability…all of you have been headed in each other’s direction for a very long time…over and over again…you’ll come to realize that soon enough…spoiler alert!…but we’ve all been here before.”)

Rebel was still processing the realization of learning that her ‘pet’ that she had delivered as a puppy, was also a Guardian of the Gateways of all known universes. Yet there she was, having a telepathic debate with a trans-dimensional being whom she used to walk on a leash.

(“So how is it” she asked, “that we’re so important…or even that I’m so important as to have the undivided attention of one of the most important and powerful beings in the entire galaxy?”

(“Actually, you aren’t, you don’t, and I’m not.”)

If you had been there, you would have sworn that Mordecai was smirking as he waited for ‘his mistress’ to process his answer.

(“Sweet-heart…Mister Mordecai sir?…Would ya’ll be so good as to run that by me again? …and…Who’s my good boy?”) With that, she broke into good-natured laughter.

(“You all are collectively very special, but in the scheme of things great and small, just in your galaxy alone…not so important as to have one-hundred per cent of my attention because all of us…Sobe, Sharma, Betty, and quite a few more…Raul, even, to some extent…are ‘Embezzlers of Time and Space’…The Quantum operates on Planck Time…the most nearly-infinitely smallest devision of time…we can go and come back again so fast that you can’t even tell we left, due to the persistence of not only your vision, but also your attention…and yet, as impressive as that may seem, I am neither the most important or powerful being in the galaxy.”)

(“Shit! You’ve got an answer for everything, haven’t you?”)

(“Wouldn’t you be disappointed if I didn’t?”)

(“All-knowing, and ever-present…? Are you God?”)

(“Are you dyslexic?…G-O-D?…D-O-G?…more than just a co-incidence?…you be the judge.”)

(“Now that I know what I know now, I suppose….”)

(“But just one more thing….”)

(“What would that be?”)

(“I still like having my belly rubbed.”)

With that, Mordecai winked at Rebel and rolled over to expose his abdomen. (After all, every dog has his day.)

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.

It’s As If You Never Left. Chapter 59

Posted in Bardo Thodol, Crossing the Abyss, Liason Between Parties, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

(“Boop-Oopa-Doop! I thought I heard my name…”) April suddenly appeared as ‘Betty,’ the beautiful Amazon Macaw.

(“Hello Betty! Hello April!”) everyone chimed in silent unison.

(“From this point on, you can pretty much call me anytime. Sobe, Sharma, and I are ‘embezzlers of time and space’ and since Planck Time is so rapid, we can come and go so fast that it’s like we never left, in either place. One foot in the Quantum, and the other one anywhere we’re inclined to go.”)

(“Even before I crossed over, it was my nature to either come to the aid of, or provide shelter, food, and support for my friends almost without regard for my convenience, so this next ‘Bardo’ for me was a natural transition.”)

(“Boop-Oopa-Doop!…see yez in the funny papers, kiddos…or as they say in Japan: ‘Sayonara Zetsubu Sensei,’, or Good-bye Master(s) of Despair”) With that, she spread her wings as she bowed, a sweeping motion with her left wing as she raised her right wing, to pantomime snapping fingers (that she did not in this form possess) before disappearing in a flash of light.

(“I do like Betty. Has she changed much since she ‘crossed over?’…I mean other than the fact that she can change from a parrot to Betty Boop, to April Tremski and appear or disappear in an instant…(Rebel found herself chuckling.) ”I mean, her personality…like unique quirks that you would recognize in any human or animal form?”)

When Rebecca allowed herself the indulgence of either deeper expressions of philosophical thought or her observations, rather than rush her words out of self-conscious nervousness, she protracted her already languid pace even further, as if enjoying the sensation of hearing the sound of her own wordsprompted her to perform her attestations for her audience, knowing full well that her sultry drawl created tension in the anticipation of her message, inviting you to ride the sounds without regard for your impatience, thereby reinforcing present moment awareness…right here, right now; just this, only this. 

(“Yes, in fact it was very unnerving to watch her transform, but truthfully, I believed, because of the realism in mimicry of the subtlest resemblances so esoteric as to be undoubtedly authentic, I felt it deep in my gut, and in my heart. It had to be her.”)

It was difficult for Elliott to experience this new manifestation of April without becoming overwhelmed by emotion. He experienced most of his greatest artistic successes collaborating with her, as well as his deepest shame and regrets.

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 58

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 January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

It was only natural that Mordecai would ‘sleep’ with them. Guardian of the Gateway or not, he had taken on the form of the most lovable and affectionate dog one could ever meet…as long as you behaved yourself.

Throughout the night, Jed, Rebel, Aimée, and Leigh-Anne had reflected on moments when he had simply used his considerable talent for intimidation (or even combat) as well as charm in their defense.

(“Did anyone else happen to be eavesdropping on what just took place?”)

The sound of Mordecai’s voice was incredibly resonant, and soothing within their minds. 

The general consensus was yes. Elliott and Chianna were the newcomers, or novices as far as telepathic communications or even use of The Knowledge, for that matter.

(“I don’t want to cause you three any embarrassment; I just wanted to call attention to the transparency between us all now. Most people think that they would love to be able to read someone, or anyone else’s mind, but probably not at the expense of what they believe to be their privacy, which is largely an illusion anyway.”)

(“I’ll tell you why it’s an illusion, or rather, give you some examples…if you are having an affair with a co-worker and you think that it’s a secret, you’re probably only fooling yourself, even if you’re never forced to deny it.”)

(“…Same thing with comb-overs, wigs, lifts in your shoes, a sock in your jockey-shorts, or padded brassieres. Most of the time, the only person that you are fooling is yourself by believing that you are fooling anybody else.”)

(“Of course, those are just the obvious examples…what about our personality, your demeanor, your image…how people perceive your character?”)

(“In one way or another, often people lie to themselves in the form of rationalizations, because they believe that somehow, their actions are not really who they are. For instance, if you steal, does that make you a thief?”)

(“You might as well get used to it, because this is your ‘new normal.’ There’s no going back, either…it would be easier to put the smoke back in the cigarette than to unlearn what you have experienced so far, and there is so much more than you can even anticipate waiting  for you.”)

(“The ways in which your world has changed was inevitable, and you are on the brink of discovering how to control your world in ways you never thought possible, and were not even accessible to you before.”)

(“Elliott, you have by far, the most unresolved karma than anyone else in this group. That does not make you less of a person, but because all of these people are tied to you by that karma, you are blessed as much as you are challenged by it.”)

(“Rebecca and Aimée…from your shared surnames to your common history with Elliott, although years apart…do you think that much co-incidence is just that, and nothing more?”)

(“Jed…your talents, and your history literally make this venture possible in a way that additionally ‘closes the circle’ more than a little tighter, by providing a market for Elliott’s talents.”)

(“Which brings us to Leigh-Anne, whose objectivity and considerable knowledge and talents in the field of Medicine, as well as a wealth of compassion not seen in most mortal beings. Your mutual love of Elliott and Jedidiah, again is no accident…not by ‘God’s Will,’ but by opportunities that are the result of probabilities that border on inevitability.”)

(“Chianna’s part was something none of you could anticipate, even though you already thought you knew. Eventually she will teach you as much as she will learn, plus balance, perspective, and serendipity beyond your imagination.”)

(“And April provides your link to the other side.”)

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.

Degrees, Once Again: Chapter 57

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on January 9, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

The Bodhisattva Way

Elliott noticed that although Chianna appeared to be watching Jedidiah sleep, he became aware of how her attentions appeared to be split between Jed and himself.

Although Chianna could not see Amy’s face, Elliott had the distinct impression that she was aware of something, but he did not know if she was privy to their silent conversation, so he decided to test the waters.

(“How are you feeling? Did you get a chance to at least relax, if not sleep?”) Elliott directed his thoughts to her, but did not try to telegraph his attention, or intentions, and she did not respond.

Aimée understood immediately, and addressed Chianna directly, without turning to face her. (“I hope that you know that we all have the best intentions for everyone here, and I personally agree that if you want to travel with Jed, then I think that’s what you should do. Elliott’s struggling with some very strong emotions, and it may take some patience for him to accept it. I assume that you already know that I’m encouraging him to accept your feelings with grace and love.”)

Chianna shot a look back, (which Elliott could see, despite the fact that Aimée could not see Chianna’s face), that betrayed her suspicions even more than her thoughts. (“I’m sure that you are…you’d be the perfect one to soothe his wounded pride and ego.”)

Aimée was not about to be deterred by Chiannna’s understandably suspicious insecurities, despite the fact that if Elliott was sufficiently distracted, his likelihood of experiencing jealousy would be much less likely; but Aimée was not the one to do it.

And no one said that Elliott hadn’t earned the right to suffer greatly…at least until he wised up.

(“Perhaps your abilities to decipher telepathic conversations still needs some practice, because I was very clear to make sure that he understands that I will not be the one to rescue him from himself…you do understand that you and I will be traveling together, leaving Elliott to his own devices, don’t you?”) Aimée tried to convey compassion and support.

(“What about ‘The Three Winds’?”) Chianna inquired.

(“A brujo relies upon four winds… I didn’t realize that you would object to having me travel with the group. I am no competition to you here , or on the road… ”) Aimée began.

(“And for that matter, what about the ‘four corners of the earth,’ ‘the four cardinal points of the compass,’ ‘the four seasons,’ or even ‘the fourth dimension’?”) Aimée tied not to sound argumentative or  confrontational, but she was growing a little weary of what was beginning to feel like stubbornness.

(“Don’t you mean ‘three dimensions’?”) Chianna quipped.

(“Oh yeah…that’s right…I forgot…you’re new to all this.”)

Aimée figured that perhaps a little perspective might diminish the confrontation after a small dose of humility.

(“What about the magic of three? Even Tesla wrote about it…and it’s central to so much of Wicca.”)

Now Chianna was beginning to feel threatened…challenged perhaps, but she wasn’t quite sure if she was just holding onto some addiction to being right, or clinging to old, but untested hypotheses. 

(“And indeed, it is. So is four. So Is five. Nine has power. Eleven has power…catch this: three times four equals twelve, and five times twelve is Sixty…seconds to the minute…minutes to the hour, times six equals 360 degrees of rotation, or compass headings….”)

Aimée gestured as one might envision a magician’s slightly exaggerated movements; indeed, it felt good to perform again, as she found herself continuing to expound upon her own version of numerology, in which everything is connected, yet unique as well as interdependent…

(“Music is a repeating sequence of twelve tones that harmonize on reciprocals of Nine…five up or four down, six up or three down, and so on…what I’m getting at is that if you focus your chi on a number, or set of numbers, like a Fibonacci sequence, there is the potential to either unravel its secrets, or harness yourself to the entire universe.”) Aimée paused for a moment.

(“Are you implying that I can force something to happen, just by focusing on certain numbers?”) Chianna was now just merely skeptical. 

(“Fuck no! …not at all, otherwise everyone would do it, (and fortunately the Army hasn’t figured that out yet.) It’s about recognizing and reflecting upon what already is, and harnessing yourself to it…you can’t possibly harness it…no one can. It’s about perception, recognition, melding, and focusing,”) softening her tone as she spoke.

(“How many lifetimes is that supposed to take?”) forever the skeptic, she nonetheless found herself wanting to accept all of it.

(“Chianna…my sister…you already possess within you everything that you need to do it here and now…’The Knowledge’ is like a Rosetta Stone to translate all existence…not even just this Universe…an infinite series of independent singularities of Time and Space.”)

(“Like string theory?”) Chianna felt herself attempting to contribute and understand.

(“Very much like that and of course, that means that it’s not just one Truth…and you don’t have to digest it all at once…it’s like swallowing an elephant…”)

(“One bite at a time….”) Chianna had the feeling that Aimée already knew that she knew the answer.

(“Exactly. Do you not feel our attraction for each other? I don’t mean sexually, or at least not necessarily sexually, or at least not right away…if at all…I…ah! I’m starting to sound like Elliott, for all the fucking digressions! Help me!”) Aimée could seduce the Pope with her comedy.

By this point, Chianna was not only thoroughly amused, but she was finding herself entranced by Aimée…and she now understood why Elliott had never gotten over her…because he wasn’t supposed to.

Any more than he was supposed to get over Chianna, but if he didn’t come to recognize and accept how he had caused the alienation of both of these magnificent women, he would lose them both.

Ironically, it probably wouldn’t happen until he did.

Maybe not forever, but it will have to feel like forever…he will have to believe it is forever in order to experience the cleansing sorrow of his realization of the extent of the sadness that he had brought into this earth, so that he can begin the healing process within himself, so that it is manifest in compassion, lovingkindness, acceptance, and gratitude that he will share wherever he goes with everyone he meets.

That morning, as he lay silent witness to the Satsang that passed between these truly amazing women, the sliver of illumination he received at that precise moment indelibly etched itself into his character and upon his face with a radiance that had been conspicuous in its absence for his entire life before then.

Before receiving the calling of the Bodhisattva Way.

And to think that they weren’t all even facing each other.

One mind. Clear mind, Mu-Shin…’Mind like water.’

Selah…Connection…Forever.

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.

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