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Chapter 72: …and they rode into sunlight

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 March 7, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

Chianna’s words to Elliott were direct, but for the first time in longer than he could remember, there was tenderness and kindness in her tone and her eyes that spoke volumes.

“Look…Honey…you must let me go. Do not wait for me to come back to you as your wife. Eventually, as my anger and resentments fade, I may be able to express the love that you have suffocated during our time together.”

“Think of it as a fire that has burned all night, with only the faintest embers remaining. A morning rain may wash it all away, until only cold ashes remain, or perhaps a soft breeze may blow a few dry leaves, and maybe even a branch of two, so that it may smolder again for a time, beyond that, no one can say , but what we once knew was gone, and without replenishment, it will die.”

“Jedidiah has ignited a fire in me, both in my loins, and in my heart. It was not something either of us could have anticipated, and it is perhaps better that we hadn’t. Who could have had the strength to dny our destinies, past and present?”

“Remember how you felt when you first heard Amy’s voice on the radio when she called you ‘Boss’ on the radio? How it made you feel? I was thankful that you had the courage to tell me, but I can’t deny that it pinched a little. You guys all had something very special happening back then, and yet none of you seemed to really realize, let alone understand how extraordinary it all was because it was natural to you at the time, even if he rest of the world still hasn’t really caught up with you yet, but ironically it was you who also ruined it, because nothing was ever good enough for you until you lost everything. In a way, you did the same thing to us.”

“I can’t deny my own part in that, and maybe there’s some kind of biological rhythm that makes the ‘seven year itch’ seem like a mosquito bite once you’ve been together for too long. Women are just as prone as men are to it, and maybe it has something to do with bio-diversity of the species, but there seems to be no cure for it.”

“ I have felt how you’ve carried a torch for her ever since you drove her away, and I can’t claim to have been understanding about it in the least until now. It says so much about her courage to face the pain of remembering…the nostalgia of what you both once knew and felt..to understand how she could overcome all of that, not for Romance, but because she knew that the time had come to face it, even if it wasn’t something she would have chosen for herself.”

“I’ve developed a great deal of respect and admiration for her in the process, and I understand why you still love her, even if she doesn’t feel the same way anymore. I can’t pretend to speak for her, but unfortunately, I wouldn’t bet the farm on your chances of redeeming yourself with her, and there’s nobody to blame for that but you.”

“I’ve never met a man so given to distractions in my life, but then again, it may prove to be all of our saving grace. You may not be a master of much of anything except self-sabotage, but you are definitely a ‘Jack of all trades’ as well as a true craftsman of everything that you touch.”

“I mention that because you don’t really function all that well in solitude either. There are already two recent widows in The Colony, and I’m sure that you are more than capable of consoling one, or more likely both of them… but after I leave, maybe you can lick each other’s wounds together…sorry, that was a bit inappropriate, but it’s just too fuckin’ funny to pass up; but with no distractions, and minimal drama, you could do or be anything that you wanted.”

“Of course, there’s no telling…maybe we would have had a better chance if I had thought up some slick nick-name for you, but considering that “Boss’ and ‘Doc’ were already taken…what’s left?”

“Wait! That’s it! I already said it! From now on, to me you will always be ‘Slick…it even suits you, come to think of it.”

“Tsk…Awww! Think about it Darlin’ “Slick’ will be my new nickname for yu and you only.”

Elliott smiled a faint smile and nodded slightly before flashing a radiant grin.

“What I’m saying is that you can be one charming son-of-a-bitch and women have been your heroines, as well as your heroin long before I ever met you. You’ve been blessed and cursed by the same spell.”

“Maybe try taking a sabbatical for a while, especially once the new ‘Three Winds’ are on the road…Leigh-Anne doesn’t need the harassment either, by the way…I’m just sayin’…give your libido a rest, just for awhile, and try not to sweep some poor girl off her feet for the time being ‘cause you’ll just end up feeling sorry for her and then she’ll be the next one manipulating you.”

“I’m not saying celibate, just take it easy on the two widows…you’ve got nothing to prove, and they’re probably more vulnerable than you realize. I now that you’ve probably got more sense than to get involved in some sneaky, tacky affair with any of the married women..it’s never been your style, and this is too small a community when things go sideways, as they always do. You have a way of convincing women that all of their problems can be solved with your cock.”

“I guess that doesn’t leave many options, but these are decisions that you are going to have to make for yourself as if you were single again and we both know that your luck may far, far exceed your judgement, but this is not the time to put it to the test.” 

“Elliott sighed, took a deep breath and asked “So What’s it like with Jed?”

Chianna bit her lip for a moment, cocked her head slightly, answering “You know, Slick…it’s not really fair to you to compare what it’s been like with you and I lately to a new romance.”  She closed her eyes and winced slightly at the word ‘Romance’; it just slipped out (because that was exactly what it was) before she thought (and saw) how that word struck him like a slap in the face, and yet she nonetheless felt a tiny thrill pass through her as she said it.

“Well, what about compared to when we first met?” he asked.

“I was just a young girl…sure, you swept me off my feet, but considering how jaded we’ve both become since then…well, it’s extraordinary. I feel breathless when he’s fucking me. Just the thought of him inside me gives me the shivers…I…” She suddenly stopped when she realized how she was gushing (in more ways than one).

“Wow!” Elliott was flabbergasted, although in truth, if he had sensed that Chianna was holding back, or being less than frank and truthful, it would have hurt worse.

“These sure are extraordinary times, you’d think that learning that my wife and best friend are madly in love wth each other would be about the most mind-shattering thing that anyone could imagine, short of monkeys flying out of my ass…but no, wait! There’s more!” Elliott took a deep breath, a d a very, very long pause before he began again.

“As deeply wounded as I feel at this moment, I have to admit that taken on balance, the hurt and pain that I feel is almost matched by…well, relief. Before you start thinking that I say that as a cop-out, truth be told I think we both have run out of creative solutions, ideas , and frankly, energy to keep trying to do CPR on this dead corpse of a marriage.”

“Although on one level, this is the most heart-breaking event of my life, and not for nothing, but on the other hand, we both are long past time to face the truth, however, as we both have already begun to learn, there can be no secrets between those of One Mind.”

“Since the day that we met, it has been my solemn oath to deny you nothing that gave you pleasure.

“Over the years, you have been the greatest love of my life, and I dare say that we have given each other every pleasure and every face of Love we could have imagined, and yet, here we are, One Step Beyond.”

“Jedidiah and I are blood brothers in the truest sense. He is the finest and most trustworthy person that I could ever hope to know, and likewise, years ago, we had shared everything feely, and without reservations.”

“I love you both and take solace in knowing that he will treat you well, and vice-versa.”

“Though it should break my heart, I can only give you both my most heartfelt blessings. It’s not like I have to give up either of you, except as a wife, and in some small, selfish corner of my heart you shall aways be my eternal beloved.”

“Every time my heart is broken, it has grown, and in the process, grown stronger.”

“We have watched and survived the End of the World as We Knew It and still managed to put ourselves in the cat-bird’s seat to leverage our own self-determination. We all need each other more than we ever, possibly more than we realize even now.”

“This is no time to see who blinks first. I surrender. As I find acceptance of my current circumstances, it becomes less painful to let you go. I’m not even asking to be your friend; just don’t think that you have to hate me just to acknowledge that you’re not in love with me anymore…it’ll be a lot easier on both of us, don’t you think?”

“But it also means that I can expect a moratorium on conversations that start with “Can you please tell me why…can you explain to me why…? The hair stands up on the back of my neck when I hear what amounts to yet another in a series of seemingly unending criticisms where the main point seems to be ‘You’re wrong and I’m right’ and ‘You just don’t get it”…or ‘there’s no sense in even trying to explain it to you…’ All we have to do is agree to a few agreed-upon tasks of mutual cooperation.”

“And if you’re honest with yourself, I think it’s been harder on you than you realize. You don’t need the stress. OK”

“It really is a two-edged sword.”

“There is only this…just this.” Elliott paused for a moment.

Chianna finally broke the silence. “ Maybe I’m projecting, but I feel like I’m sensing your anticipation of a time when we can be three…sometimes it’s hard to tell The Knowing from my own thoughts…Look, Slick, Honey, just don’t hold your breath. I’m not sayin’ yes or no…but…too much anticipation will just spoil everything…IF the time comes.”

Elliott cut her short “Are you kidding?…did you even listen to what I just said? This stopped being a matter of your exclusive opinion every time I unsuccessfully try to please you…at anything…oddly, in my surrender, you end up with less power…how’s that for irony?”

“Hey, you guys do realize that we are ‘hearing’ every word  y’all are sayin’ from across the house, right?” Rebel smiled a funny smirk and shook her head before winking at both of them.

Suddenly, April, Mordecai, Leigh-Anne and Aimée were also peeking around the corner, then rushing both of them, hugging, kissing, and caressing each other in a way few can imagine unless they have been there before.

“Remember, always, we are a new tribe of men and women banded together in common cause and purpose, in Love,…not Romance…well, at least for most of us.” Leigh-Anne, in her quiet yet frank observations, was frequently silent, but when she spoke, her few words reflected an uncommon wisdom worth consideration, if not immediate action.

“And I might add, I’ve been a part of this ‘Band of Gypsies’ from the start, before even Aimée or April, in fact, and yes, the Romance and Drama swept me away so far that I found true love elsewhere, and much peace in the process.”

”I already knew that Arizona was going to be my home as well as Rebel’s new nickname for me, much later, but when Elliott (or is it ‘Slick’ now?) wouldn’t ‘seal the deal’ my heart followed my footsteps to a new marriage, more children, and a real family. That doesn’t mean that I haven’t learned the ‘Quiet Desperation’ that what I guess you’d call a ‘monogamish’ relationship  can yield, but my home is still my home and my husband is still my spouse.”

“That doesn’t mean that I don’t have a soft spot in my heart for all of you, and the ‘old days’ and no one can deny how attractive those two sexy devils are, even now, years later, but my home is still my home and my family will still be waiting for me when the time comes, which it will…sooner on the road than later, by the way.”

“Chianna is also a nurse, and if she can manage to handle Elliott’s financial matters, she would be the logical choice to handle logistics as well. She has had more experience with Labor and Delivery, and I can certainly bring her up to speed regarding trauma, but you can’t take the hospital out of the nurse.”

“I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel essential, and to be a part of the ‘Brave New World’ that we are forging right here, right now. Also, I will now have a supply network that will allow us  a second base of operations out West, as well as many lessons about self-sufficiency and self-determination.”

“It’s a chance to dance on the ‘Razor’s Edge’ and maybe help save a few ‘Lost Souls’ in the process…at least as long as they have enough good sense to not try to ‘cross’  these guys, because they never leave much of anything to treat or put back together if they do.”

“Of course I carry weapons, but thankfully I haven’t had the chance to even draw one…and I never got put through Elliott’s notorious survival agenda that he put his ‘girlfriends’ through. So I just go straight for the trauma bags, although I’d be better suited to just grab a dust pan, a broom, and maybe a giant blotter.”

“But I know that if one of us needs real medical care, or some poor soul along the road is in need, well, anything that I can do provides me with a renewed sense of purpose, all of which is well within Chianna’s capabilities.”

“My home is secure with my husband and family and well-supplied by our network. With no more phone services, Elliott even agreed to install a giant high-powered radio system to keep us in touch with my home and family in Arizona.”

“Thankfully, even before receiving the benefit of The Knowledge, both of you gentlemen were perceptive enough to sense that, with all the surprises of the last few days, I probably would have to have had to do something really extreme to get anybody’s attention around here, but Mordecai has been better company than anybody could ever want, so my feelings weren’t hurt.”

Jedidiah had been the least verbal member of the group, which is not to say that he hadn’t communicated quite eloquently on one level or another since his arrival.

“Well it goes without saying that there indeed can be no secrets among those of One Mind, but know this Elliott and I have been literally ‘blodd brothers for most of our lives since our early teens. It is a bond that cannot be broken so long as we both shall live. My heart was filled with much joy to realize that our quest was to lead us to seek Elliott, and that we were in fact on my brother’s trail.”

“In truth, I was so mesmerized by Chianna from the moment we met for me to feel the angst that nearly overcame me as I realized what this infatuation actually involved. Had Elliott not given his blessings I could not have proceeded to follow my and Chianna’s hearts. And because of this, I am honor-bound to treat her with as much love and respect for her, as well as Elliott, as is humanly possible.” Although their relationship has changed, I must honor their marriage as if I had married both of them.”

“Tomorrow Leigh-Anne and I will ride out together to get the ‘Duce-and-a Half to procure the supplies and provisions to start the next phase of our operation, including Elliott’s new still supplies. It’s a fairly simple run, but nothing we do is ‘Nice and Easy’ or especially safe. Leigh-Anne will be procuring medical supplies, but although we need some of us here to help prepare to make this our home and meeting with the rest of the Colony’s Council, to approve our residence here, Leigh-Anne is not our best rider, she’s never been on point before, so we will need another, accomplished rider, and of course, the baddest bitch on two wheels, or three is Jeanette D. Rogers…whom we are privileged to know simply as ‘Rebel’ and she can either ride my bike, and let Mordecai ride shotgun with me, or use hers with the sidecar; we’ll take all three bikes regardless, but once we pick up the Deuce we can improvise.”

“Soooooo…in light of Mordecai’s recently discovered sentience, and the fact that he is the wisest of all of us combined, I move we let him decide where He wants to sit and when.”

“Aimée, I know that you and ‘Becca are a team, but we need your negotiating Skills to ensure that everyone on the tribal Council for the Colony to approve our residence and that everyone is happy just to have us here; give it your best ‘win-win’ scenario.”

“…As much as I hate to leave you behind for this first run, Chianna, we need you here.”

Chianna nodded silently as she bit her lip before a single tear ran down her cheek, took a deep breath and smiled magnanimously . finally saying “Of course…for the greater good of our new tribe, my family…all of you…we just never know if it’s the last time we will see anyone after they leave here…”

Chianna’s usually almost husky, even ‘Junoesque’ (if such a thing can be said for someone’s voice) was halting, almost gasping as she choked the words out. Under different circumstances she had a regal quality about her that seemed to command respect as well as friendship…”…but she breaks down like a little girl…” (Bob Dylan; ‘Just like a Lady.’)

Aimée, who was standing beside her, turned to embrace her newly-found sister, as both women alternately wept and giggled.

“Think there’s room for three in there?” Rebel asked as she hugged them both.

“How about six? Amy’s retort was accompanied by raucous laughter.

“For you? Always, my sisters of the Moon…you know that Aimée and I are both going to miss you…what you say we have a girls’ night? The three of us.” Chianna seemed to speak directly to Rebel and never shifted her gaze. 

“Fuckin’ A, Shy-girl (Rebel’s knick-name for Chianna.) I just know that this is gonna be the family I never had…What you say, Mi-ami? (her phonetic corruption of ‘My Aimée’ with an exaggerated Southern drawl).

Rebel had a nick-name for everyone she cared for.

For about three seconds they kissed like only women can do before Rebel once again tore off her tank-top, slapping both women with her prodigious breasts before Chianna, Aimée, and Rebel rubbed and slapped their tits against each other before howling like coyotes.

“Jed, what you say we set up the telescope to watch the eclipse of the Blood Moon?”

“I’m right with you, ‘El,’ then we can make some Samhain Punch…y’know, up North, they’d make it spiced and probably with cider, but I don’t recall ever seeing any apple tress south of Gainesville…”

“Who be say-in we don’t have no cider, me brudda?” (mediocre Jamaican impression) “I do in fact have a root cellar full of surprises for just such an auspicious occasion as this, and we can spike it with the Agave Moon, if everybody agrees.”

“Aaaand I’d say about twelve caps of The Knowledge right in the punch, .”or six caps for now, and six in the mix…”

“I concur, Dr. Feelgood…let the games begin!” With that, Jed produced the bottle of bright, Egyptian-Blue capsules.

“Take this and eat, given to you for the remission of ignorance, gathered from the tears of angels.”

“Hey…if they’re gonna have a girls’ night, what do you think we should do?”

“Well…no offense, but I don’t think rubbing our titties together is gonna do much for me.”

“No argument from me on that…in fact, taken on balance, I’d say that’s a relief.”

“Oh ladies! Time to take ‘yer vitamins!”

Each of them cued up, according to their custom and predispositions and swallowed another dose of The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

“Jed, I’m surprised that we haven’t broached the subject already,  but I’m curious what y’all carry on your bikes for protection when you’re traveling light?”

“Well, for a little uniformity, we strap Sig-Sauer P-226’s and 9mm H&K MP5 full-auto pistols in the saddle bags, and just in case, we have an old-school Viet-Nam era “Thumper” M79 grenade launcher secured in Rebel’s sidecar if we really need to fuck shit up in a hurry, or over the shoulder with a pretty comfortable strap if on a single two-wheeled bike like mine.”

“How about if we have an early-afternoon Bar-B-Q to introduce you to your new neighbors? I’ve already got a stone-lined pit for a whole hog, and we can do a seafood boil and put some corn and other vegetables in it for good measure.”

“Great idea. I think one of the better aspects of the Knowledge is that it doesn’t make you sick, or Sleepy, or Dopey, Sneezy or Grumpy either for that matter or too tweaked to do anything useful.”

”You mean it doesn’t provoke you to take apart a perfectly functioning TV, just to discover that you can’t put it back together again?”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself. I’m new to all of this, but it certainly does seem to build upon itself. You don’t have to re-learn anything that you already know, or have just learned, no matter when it gets into your brain.”

With that, the two men created a feast worthy of such an auspicious occasion and much joy and hope was on the lips of all who attended.

Instructions were made and a general plan was unveiled to everyone there who chose to listen.

It was generally endorsed by all. Aimée would be met with little resistance with which to contend once it was time for a vote.

The feast of the harvest before the Dark Season. A convergence of many powerful forces awaiting only the right moment in time to correct many wrongs and egregious acts carried out for eons, and in so doing, reset the Dawn of Mankind.

Toward the end of the evening, as the fires began to burn down and all guests and neighbors self-ushered themselves back to their lodges, Mordecai summoned the Gang of Six, April/Betty/Boop, and even Sobe and Sharma, the twin shape-shifting ‘embezzlers of time and space’  in constant soixante-neuf  with each other acting as gatekeepers to the portals of the singularity of everything, to assemble around the campfire.

What happened next was the real jaw-dropper of the evening if not the entire millennium. As Mordecai lay beside Rebel’s feet, with his head on her lap, he suddenly arose on his hind legs and began to shape-shift.

It was indeed the most beautifully ethereal vision that they had ever witnessed as a glowing, shimmering almost liquid plasma that appeared to glow from within.

From Ashtar and Zoroaster to Ra, to Shakimuni to Lao-Tzu, Confucius, to Moses, to Jesus and back again in a slow, simmering cycle as even more and more figures appeared and changed in succession, as well as other, entities unknown to them.

Likewise a multitude of animal forms, both familiar and unfamiliar came and went, including forms that they had been taught were purely mythological.

“Do not be afraid. I am known by many names and countless forms. You have seen me many times before in your dreams and have felt me enter your hearts before the singularity of your time and space.”

“All known existence is more empty space than solid matter, no matter how dense and solid that it may seem to be.”

“Density and velocity are correlated, along with gravity. Mass determines Gravity, as well as Time.”

“Time and space are relative and can be bent, curved, and even folded.”

“Past, Present, and Future are all occurring at once in a giant Möbius loop.”

“The Future is the most dense and highest velocity, and passes through all Time uninterrupted until it becomes the Past.”

“The present does not exist, except as a theoretical construct to describe a  the virtual event/space between Past and Future, either as the the Post-Immediate Future or the Pre-Immediate Past.”

“Empty Space, thick as molasses, as well as the total mass of the entire Universe is comprised of over eighty-nine per cent Dark Matter and Dark Energy.”

“The singularity of your Time and Space is but a succession of many, like adjacent soap bubbles emitted form a single point.”

“String Theory is an attempt to explain how a series of resonances can determine every spect of each adjacent or separate reality.”

“Imagine an empty glass. Now fill it with small pebbles. Next pour in sand to fill the empty spaces between the pebbles. Now pour in water to the top. Finally, dissolve oxygen into the water.”

“And yet, there’s always room because the spaces between the sub-atomic, the atomic, the molecular, the solar, the galactic, and universal levels are relatively the same in terms of their scale.”

“The convergences of the Blue, and Blood Moons during a lunar eclipse on Samhain allows us to pass freely not only between the living and the dead, but also the past and future as well as the natural and supernatural realms, and the Quantum.”

“The Great Mystery of our creation is just that, at least for now, and that is more than enough. The Indians, whose land we now occupy understand that only the Creator owns this land, and that we can have only one Creator. They are quite adept at crossing into the spirit world. They will guide your hearts, and I will guide your brains and bodies.”

“Between us, will shall assist you in mastering the difference between the Understanding and the Knowing.”

“Any questions?”

The initial silence was eventually broken only by a pas de deux of crickets performing their nightly two-legged serenade “Ode to an old Woolen Sock” as Mordecai morphed into his previous canine identity before placing his head most adoringly upon Rebel’s lap, making puppy-eyes up to her.

“…and sometimes a dog is just a dog.”

“Only about a half a million or so” Remarked Leigh-Anne as she steadied herself upon a flat rock close to the fire. 

“(Well, that’s what I’m here for you, anytime you need, even if I don’t appear to be present. Remember, I’m only ten to the negative 43rd power seconds away. That’s: -.100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000ths of a second, or Planck time, the shortest interval closest to zero that can be measured, and I can be here and somewhere else and back in less time that it takes to even think my name…(just once, not three times like in ‘Beetlejuice’  hahaha!”

“(In fact, I’ve been here and three other places and back in less time that it took me to tell you about it, and yet you still had my full attention  all the while. Ah! the joys of living in Planck Time, thanks to the persistence of vision and memory!)”

“(And just to make you feel even safer, Sobe and Sharma the twin lizard embezzlers of time and space will be monitoring your safety as well as the folks at the Hone for Wayward Souls, but to be truthful, it’s just to re-asure you until you get used to the way things work around the portals and gateways.)”

“Yikes! Well that will probably be a great relief once the 499,999 answers to all the other previously unanswered questions that I never knew about in the first place sinks in.”

“So where do we go from here?”

“(I would suggest since I seriously doubt that sleep will be coming anytime soon.)”

“Ah yes! The girl’s night.”

“Just girls?”

“Just three girls.”

“Ya know, I know of a couple of boys who might want to cum along with us.”

“Well, unless we split up, that could get awkward…”

“Tru ‘Dat, but I’ve got an idea.”

“Well, last time it was just you and me and Doc…”

“And I know that you and Chianna are beginning to bond in a way that could help ease the tensions around here…”

“And?”

“Well, it’s not like I’m offering to take one for the team, but maybe we can ease into this a bit more gracefully if you two keep Jed busy and I distract Doc so that even if he knows what’s going on, he won’t be so inclined to get all preoccupied by Chianna, Aimée and Jed alone. It should be fun for you two, and to tell the truth, I kinda miss being one-on-one with the good Doctor…that was all we ever knew of each other back then, and then he up and disappeared on me all of a sudden without even saying good-bye.”

“I understand why now, but trust me, I once was a pro’ at this, and between these jugs, and this here ass, I can guarantee he won’t be seeing or hearing much of anything, even if we are all in the same room…hell, even if we were in the same bed.”

“Brilliant!”

“Better tell him to bring along a snorkel…I love the way you think!”

“I like a challenge.”

And true to her word, Rebel was absolutely right, and a splendid time was had by all.

Sometime before dawn, the ground shook and rumbled as if it was about to open up and swallow the entire colony.

The same deep, resonant voice was silently heard by everyone.

“(Long ago, a prophet known as Wovoka had a vision about a return to greatness by the Indian peoples and the demise of the ways of the white Europeans. That time has come. If you would intend to resurrect the greatness of the ways of our peoples, it is time to learn the ghost dance.)”

“(In the morning, Jedidiah, Leigh-Anne and Rebecca will begin their journey to prepare your Colony, our tribe for a new dawn of Mankind. A new tribe not determined by race, but by heart of soul, but once was exclusively the Indian Soul. Our blood has intermingled, and our souls, and thoughts as well as our hearts have touched.)”

“(Wherever you go, corruption, violence and ruthless depravity will be everywhere. Do not underestimate its posers of seduction. You must be as strong as your are kind, sensitive, and compassionate.)”

There was little inclination for sleep, so a proper breakfast were prepared by Elliott and Chianna for Jedidiah, Leigh-Anne, and Rebecca. Eggs, bacon, fresh bread, and coffee were shared by everyone.

Venison and wild hog jerky as well as several steaks were packed in ice. Alligator sausage and pemican prepared in the traditional ways ensured that no one would want for sustenance. Fresh water, frozen to help preserve the food and provide potable drinking water was packed into their limited baggage and saddle bags. Yams, squash, corn, tomatoes and beans ensured a balanced diet despite their limited capacity for storage, were it not for Rebel’s sidecar.

“Elliott and Chianna, we have never traveled with such sumptuous provisions before.”

Well, get used to it, and welcome to the family.” Chianna said as she embraced Rebel and Leigh-Anne.

“Now you’ve got something to look forward to when you get back…it kinda makes it even, at least I hope…while ‘Shy-Girl’ is pining for Jed, maybe y’all think kindly about last night…just don’ t plan on this being a regular thing, ‘cause you’ll just get spoiled and I don’t want us taking each other for granted” ‘Becca whispered into Elliott’s ear.

“You do realize this public address communications is going to take some getting used to” Aimée said.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, I mean, a lot of water has passed under our bridge and if I keep my clothes on, it’s a  lot harder to forgive and forget.” There was a  touch of regret in Amy’s voice.

“How about if we work on forgiving first according to our natures…but never forget. You two have a lot to work out, but anything to keep old ‘’Boss’ on his toes (or maybe even his knees) will help build his character” (Chianna)

 “Look El…you know I’m no schoolgirl anymore…not to be mean, but there was a time when you could charm the pants off any girl that didn’t know any better. Ya look good, even up close…for awhile, but well, maybe you were right in self-destructing the deep relationships if you were afraid that they would grow tired, or get bored with you first.” 

“Insecurity can get boring pretty damn quick…but what you did was cruel…you hurt me, and you were too much of a narcissist to even realize it. Did you think that by understanding why you did it would make me feel any better…or take away that pain?”

“Ya still look pretty good, and you may have actually managed to grow up without growing old. Maybe there’s hope for you yet….”

“You mean that you could trust me like that again?”

“Oh hell no…that’s the point…I meant maybe there’s hope for you yet…just for yourself. We had stars in our eyes back then. We were supposed to fall hopelessly in love…with somebody…it was our time, but well, I just don’t feel like that about anybody anymore…”Becca and I are special, but not like that. I know that you understand the chemistry. But at least right now…I tried pretty hard a few times, maybe even wished I was, just to spite you, you could be such a smug bastard sometimes.” Aimée spoke fondly, and with great kindness, sensing more than a little despondence, as her words hit their mark. 

“Look. You see how things are. My estranged wife is now in love with my best friend…well one of them…you were, too, you know…best friend, I mean…and I have to just stand aside, and watch them leave together…It will be one of those poignantly tragic moments in my life…and it occurs to me just now, that I have never really known just how much I loved you, or her, for that matter, until I lost you…and then it was too late.”

“No, I gotta disagree with you there, Boss…that last time…you had your chance…and I knew that you knew…but you wouldn’t admit it, and you wouldn’t take it…lose yourself and jump into the volcano, but you didn’t….”

Elliott interrupted “And oddly enough, I felt like my heart was being torn from my chest, but for some reason, I was afraid to…to try to stop you…I wanted to, but was afraid that I couldn’t stand it if you turned me down.” Elliott sighed as a tear ran down his cheek.

With that, Elliott looked upwards over the tops of his sunglasses, and smiled slightly…”You know that song that says something about how ‘as much as I hate to see you go, I sure do love to watch you walk away’…?”

“I would have bet my life that afternoon that you would be back…and for years, I feared that I had, and lost…and yet here we are again.”

“Tru ‘dat, Boss, but you don’t have to sweep me off my feet…and I am not going to be the woman that saves you from any other woman again…you’re a grown man…and I’m no little schoolgirl anymore….”

“And think about this…all that time in between…we were different people, and we have had half a lifetime of separate experiences. Granted, we’d never run out of things to share, but how do we establish common ground, now that we’ve gone our separate ways?”

Elliott thought for a moment before he answered.

“Well, when we met, it was like a mid-air collision…out of nowhere. We couldn’t have come from more different backgrounds or experiences. Then again, we shared a common sense of humor, our love of Art and Music, a sexual philosophy unique to us…and I never met such an intelligent woman in my life, either before or since, come to think of it.”

”It was like both our separate lives stopped…I know it was my fault, but judging by whom we’ve become separately…maybe it was better for you that we did. I went through one unsavory situation after another after that…I began to believe that I didn’t deserve you and it would only have been a matter of time before you realized it. Maybe I needed to get my ass kicked to cure me of my arrogance. It was like your love made me forget my insecurities, but I wasn’t ready for it, and I became an egomaniac”

”Maybe now we’re better able to appreciate each other…just a day at a time…the rest was just water under the bridge. Wherever you went, whatever you did in the meantime, I can’t imagine anything…even with my imagination…that could change how I feel, because I’ve felt that way for years now. Not right away…it was when I viewed us from a great distance…time…that even if you had dumped me later, I would have been grateful for whatever it was we had, for as long as we had it.”

With that, Elliott reached out to touch Amy’s face, and suddenly, as he did, a flood of experiences suddenly overwhelmed him…a blinding rush of photomontage and flashes of emotions, states of mind, and feelings…her feelings, including those that she had felt when she and Elliott were first lovers in the active sense.

They both gasped, as Aimée was also feeling the pain, the emotions, and even the realizations that Elliott’s foolishness had triggered by virtue of having had to learn it all the hard way.

Such is the result of the Knowledge. Indeed ‘there can be no secrets among those of Common Mind…’

They gazed into each other’s eyes, signed, and laughed, and cried together.

Satsang. In an instant.

Elliott broke the silence. 

“It’s OK…I get it now. I wouldn’t want to put you in that position again…so much has changed, and yet so much remains. I have no idea what is going to happen with Chianna, but it shouldn’t change how we feel about each other…just for here and now…I need friendship and understanding, and I can promise to return it in like kind.”

“You knew me once, and now you know me again. I can’t imagine wanting anything more than that.”

“I think we can trust each other to just let our Karma take its natural course to lead us wherever we are headed…Kind of ‘Brave New World’ don’t you think?”

As they spoke, spirits came and went. They appeared and disappeared. Some passed through them, producing a kind of quickening, a rush of enthusiasm, emotion, a sort of thrill. A moment of excitement.

“Boss…look at me…don’t expect Romance…I half expected to tell you off before I saw you again…but you already know that now. Be glad that I don’t hate you…or worse yet, feel indifferent, but when you need a friend…and all I mean is a friend…and I think we both know that you will, at least eventually…I will still be your friend, but even that may be too much enabling. We’ll know when the time comes. No promises, just friendship…don’t make me regret that too.”

“I couldn’t have said it better, Madam” Leigh-Anne offered, “but let’s not get too sentimental; out there on the road, we’ve got to keep our wits sharp, and it’s no place for rumination.”

“My brother, keep yourself and your charges safe”

“Looks like you’re gonna have your hands full here as well. From now on, our anonymity will have to be better protected than ever. We need to be ready for anything out there, and in here as well. I gather most of the rest of the colony doesn’t travel at all, so if we act as the agents to procure whatever they need, our chances of keeping our location secret without any more murders would probably be a good idea.”

With that, Mordecai jumped into Rebel’s sidecar and barked twice.

“…and sometimes a dog is just a dog…”

Then they rode out into sunlight.

End of volume One.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent            

copyright  © 03/13/2021

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 71

Posted in Bardo Thodol, Crossing the Abyss, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Liberation Through Hearing on March 7, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“(This land, which once was ours, is now called your land, having paid much money to a long line of Europeans who stole it from us.)”

“(Since that time, you have honored and preserved it, and treated it as a holy, living thing)”

“(Our time has passed, and for now, the time of the Europeans and whites have passed, but only for a while, because their rapacious greed is insatiable and their numbers multitude. They are like the smallpox they brought with them from Europe, and they will be back to haunt us again.)”

“(To be able to  keep them at bay will take much cunning, strength, and sadly, money, which controls their every waking thought and action. We could not anticipate their ruthless greed, or lack of honor, and it was our undoing, but having been raised among them, you may be able to outdo them at their own game, without being corrupted by it, much like Ohiyesa known among the Whites as Charles Alexander Eastman. This will not be easy. Wealth, possessions, riches, and luxury are hypnotic, seductive, and more addicting than your opium.)”

“(You hunt, raise, or gather almost everything that your require, but because your ways and needs are different and because at least for awhile, their is no money; no gold, no silver, you barter and trade fair value with those who have what you need and want what you have, or else you barter something that you have for something they need for something you can trade with others who possess what you want..)”

“(This is good, but already there are wealthy factory owners who are re-establishing their own currency, which they print, as in colonial times to pay people who are willing to sell a day of their lives to them, and as always, their is much trickery and thievery among these men of no honor.)”

“(Within the Colony, there is no need for money. Everyone shares what is needed by virtue of what you all possess, and there is no poverty among you. Your tribe has become your family.)”

“(This is what your whites would call Communism in order to disguise their greedy nature and ways.)”

“(In the same way that each of you provides something essential for the benefit of the greater good, the need for money or any accumulation of material wealth is superfluous, but if you should require something from the outsiders that you cannot trade or barter, you will need some form of currency, be it even the ‘currency of the realm’ as in colonial times, especially if you are to keep them at bay, but better if they do not now where you live at all.)”

“(It may be money for guns, lawyers, or bribery, which is the basis of much of what  your people called Commerce.)”

“(This land, your land, our land, both savannas and the Sea of Grass, your country is too inhospitable for most Whites and will not grow the crops they desire; the meat, the fish and the alcohol that you produce, but could not produce themselves because it is not easy, and therein lies your strength.)”

“(There will always be white moonshiners to produce the common whiskies made from grains which do not grow well in these climates, but you have learned to cultivate and harvest the Agave to produce Tequila, Mezcal, Pechuga, and Raicila in the traditional ways. These are sacred, holy plants nurtured by the gods to soothe the souls of those who have lost loved ones, but it will not make them happy because they do not know how to be happy and because of this they will always want more than what is good for them; you call this Karma. Now your tribe can do to the whites what they did to us.)”

“(We gave them friendship and tobacco, which had been a holy sacrament, but because they do not know moderation, they have killed millions of themselves with their pre-rolled cigarettes.)”

“(We welcomed them, and they even stole the ground upon which we grew it, then ran us into concentration camps they called reservations, killed the buffalo, and gave us whiskey, smallpox, and syphilis in return. Their every action was aimed toward our extinction. Guard the secrecy of your location as if your lives depended upon it, which it will.)”

“(Do not hesitate to spend your money on security, guns, ammunition, radios, and outpost perimeters, as well as bribery, but trust no one and accept no paper contracts.)”

“(The arrival of the white man marked the inevitable demise of the Indian, but sooner or later, but was also inevitable that their treachery and greed, and hatred of nature would bring their own doom. Ironically, it wasn’t until they turned their computers against each other that pandemics, global pollution and warming in danger of causing catastrophic fires, freezes, and famine were narrowly averted as you drowned in your own waste.)”

“(Find value where the white man cannot, so that he should not be so tempted to steal it from you.)”

“(First, teach your children according to the ways of Nature, the Indian Way. We are many peoples of one mind, one spirit Let the Great Mystery guide you. Do not doubt your heart. You already know. Trying to explain the Great Mystery with words is like trying to hit the moon with a stick, but in silence, you may find the Peace and wisdom to lift the refection of the moon from the surface of a still pond.)”

“(It is necessary to also teach the ways of the White Man, but not until their grasp of Nature is strong enough to repel its addictions, or make them soft, or lazy, or confused. A little hardship is good to strengthen them. Too much excess or indulgence breeds weakness and complacency. Stay a little hungry whenever possible. Do not eat just because it is time,)”

“(When you are tired, sleep, when you are hungry, eat; when you are thirsty, drink. There is much wisdom in simplicity; in simplicity there s much wisdom.)”

“(The White Man loves the Pig because he is so much like him, and eats, shits and sleeps in the same places, which is everywhere he goes. If he continues to spoil and destroy Nature, one day he will wake up drowning in his own waste.)”

“(Treat the animals that you hunt, raise, and harvest as you would for all living things. Death comes to all of us, according to our time, Man and Beast alike. In the natural ways, we all know our purpose. When you hunt, or even in gathering plants and vegetables, give thanks to them, and to the Great Mystery, as they give their lives in order to sustain yours.)”

“(If you must kill an enemy in battle, do not act out of retaliation or anger, except in combat, which you must avoid at all costs. Gandhi said ‘ …An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind…’ but forgot that if you are the last one, with only one eye left, with no one with whom to share your visions, the pain of life, and of remembering would be too much to endure alone.)”

“(The accumulation of wealth will leave you possessed by your own possessions. No tribe, no people can be considered wealthy as long as any among them is cold, or hungry, or thirsty, or alone.)

“(Giving and sharing are the only roads to real riches. Nothing is better to strengthen and heal your heart, and your spirit.)”

“(Some of you have heard these insights and images before. The Great Mystery, is One throughout the same Universe. Buddhist ears are touched by the lips of the same Great Spirit. One Mind, one Heart; one mind, no mind; mind like clear waters of a virgin mountain spring.)”

“(The Indian speaks in poetic terms, and other Indians understand. The Europeans need exact words written on paper, yet they argue endlessly over their meanings, which appear to be written in sand, like their promises.)”

“(Do not be afraid of using the name ‘Indian’ when speaking of the aboriginal and natives peoples of this continent, which we called ‘Turtle Island.’ The names like “Mohawk,’ ‘Cherokee,’ ‘Blackfoot,’ ‘Crow,’ ‘Iroquois,’ ‘’Powhatan,’ ‘Sioux,’ ‘ Nez Perce,’ ‘Delaware,’ ‘Paiute,’ and all the others are more like your Christian surnames.)”

“(There were many names, many customs, many tribes, but there was only us. We all knew who we were and we ranged from the rising to the setting sun and all country between the two great waters.)”

“(It was not until the arrival of the White Europeans that they needed one name to call all of us. The Oglala Sioux used their word for ‘Human Being.’ One name is as good as another if you must paint us all with the same brush.)”

“(We called this land ‘The Great Island, Turtle Island’ you named it ‘America’ after you stole it from us. In many ways, ‘America’  is more egregious than ‘Indian.’ )”

“(This convergence of the planets to produce a ‘Blue Moon,’ a Blood Moon,’ and what your Celts called ‘Samhain,’ or Halloween, which is the time of the harvest, before the Dark Season, when the veil between the living and the dead is most easily pierced is our chance to provide you with the wisdom and vision capable of redeeming humankind.)”

“(Likewise, the convergence of Jedidiah, Amy, Rebecca, Leigh-Anne, Elliott, and Chianna is no accident. We knew of its inevitable occurrence before your brand-parents’ grand-parents were born.)”

“(This is why Mordecai was born to Rebecca to guide you and why April was reborn as Betty, the shape-shifting Amazon Giant Macaw called ‘Boop-Oopa-Doop’ who also changes to to Betty Boop her alter-ego while on earth.)”

“(She squandered her undying love for Elliott, who was too full of himself to return it in like kind, much as did Amy, although with less sorrowful results.)”

“Leigh-Anne, being more sensible and practical, saw through Elliott’s narcissism, but never stopped loving him, even though it would have been easier to hate him. She is the only real Christian among you, and one of the few Christians worth knowing or trusting.)”

“(Elliott and Jedidiah are ‘Life and Death’ brothers who even once, while very high on cocaine and mushrooms became ‘Blood Brothers’ to form a sacred pact, yet fell away from each other because Jedidiah’s  wife forbade them to continue their friendship, and Elliott, in a rare moment of selflessness, disappeared from Jed’s life to try to eliminate the conflict)”

“(Nevertheless, neither of them would be off the hook quite so easily)”

“(Do not ask if you will succeed, or what will become of these convergences. A prediction of  guaranteed success would bring complacency. You must always act as if your every waking moment is precious and your life balances on the razor’s edge, but don’t be afraid to dance upon that high, thin edge.)”

“(True freedom only exists on the farthest margins of the untamed frontier, but it was never meant to be tamed.)”

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

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

copyright  ©  March 6th, 2021  

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

Chapter 70

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil, The Liberation Through Hearing, Vision Quest on March 7, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

Blue Moon. Blood Moon. Samhain. The Veil is lifted.

A luminous metallic, almost liquid glow was beginning to be visible on all of them. It was an electrical, mercurial appearance not unlike St Elmo’s Fire that shimmered hypnotically as it passed between them.

Suddenly, a rumbling, low resonance began to shake the entire building. It began on the last trailing notes of the final chakra, the crown. It was the formant of the first, root chakra so low in frequency that it was not so much heard as felt.

Amy was the first to realize that it was not coming from the stereo.

Jedidiah, having been raised by a fundamentalist evangelical mother, suddenly recalled the description of how the Israelites brought down the walls of Jericho by the playing of horns as they marched around the city.

Long, low, mournful horns so powerful that they obscured everyone’s ability to process anything else.

Just as abruptly, it all stopped, to be replaced by a deep, resonant voice so powerful that it could not be told if it was felt, or heard, or simply was known intuitively from within their being.

 “Do not be alarmed. We have been destined to meet for a very, very long time. The Ancient Ones of every culture and race already knew that it would come to this all too soon.”

“The worship of the Great Mystery is silent. It is solitary. It is never self-serving or self-seeking.”

“Just because it is silent, does not mean that we do not communicate. What you perceive as words are our way of speaking directly to your mind, and your soul; each of you directly.”

“We have spoken through the mouths of Ohiyesa, whom you called Charles Alexander Easton, Tecumseh, Tatanka Lyotake, or Sitting Bull, Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt, whom you knew as Chief Joseph, Sagoyewatha, known as Red Jacket, Oh-pong-le-skah, known as Sotted Elk, one of the Lakota Chiefs murdered at Wounded Knee, Si’ahl the Suquamish and Duwamish tribal leader Chief Seattle; Kicking Bear, Short Bull, Mary Brave Bird, Nanissaanah, and, Wovoka, the Paiute medicine man who created The Ghost Dance, also known as Jack Wilson by the Whites, and even most recently through the actor Chief Dan George, born Geswanouth Slahoot, the chief of the Tsleil-Waututh tribe, or Graham Greene, the Oneida actor who once again brought the words of Tecumseh to life, and through whom we have often spoken.”

“Sadly, without the movies that keep you almost constantly hypnotized, you would know almost nothing about the indigenous and aboriginal peoples of this continent, which we once called ‘Turtle Island’.”

“We are not here to grant your wishes, but rather to tell you what is right, and the right ways to do it, but do it because it is right, without expectations of rewards.”

“All learning is dead language to one who gets it secondhand.”

“Although the reason that all of your are here together at precisely this time was determined by your own individual, as well as group Karma, world politics has thrust all of us together to correct a terrible wrong that was started when the White Men came to our country, although even that was the result of a sickness shared by virtually all Europeans, much like the smallpox on the blankets that we were given on the Trail of Tears.”

“Although you will often hear me say ‘The White Man this, or the White Man that,’  perhaps it would be more accurate to say ‘The Europeans,’ but this is easier, and you already know what we mean.”

“I do not mean all White Men; let me remind you that we are all connected…not just all of you, or even all the Ancient Ones. There is an Indian Way, an Indian Heart…an Indian Soul.”

“If you feel like us, think like us, and act like us, we are brethren. We are of One Mind, one consciousness, one tribe. We all call ourselves ‘Human Beings’ for good reason.” 

“No even just every animal, every person, every blade of grass, but even the rocks, the rivers, the oceans, the sky, the clouds; the entire Earth, our Mother, the source of all Life itself.”

“The White man and the Europeans are obsessed with ownership of everything that they see, whether it is of use to them or not. If they believe that they can sell something for money, they will strip the very earth itself  down to bare rock…and then sell the rocks themselves.”

“Their greed is insatiable.”

“Everywhere the White Man walks, the earth bleeds beneath his boots.”

“Since you and the members of your colony came here, you have respected and nurtured the land upon which you now live.”

“Your methods are sustainable. You do not take anything away from the earth that you do not replace, often using the waste materials generated by your colony to enhance the land, rather than defile it..”

“Now you propose to expand your operations. Be very mindful that you do not let greed determine either what you do or how you do it.”

“Boop and Mordecai are helping you transition into the sentience, and wisdom that you are receiving into the great cosmic consciousness that we now all share.”

“Remember, money is not really important in and of itself. Autonomy, and self-determination are everything. Let the rest of the world drown in its own greed and stupidity.”

”No one owns the land, but as long as you respect it, and use it to establish your own new world order, anonymity and generosity of spirit will help protect our world.”

“The rest of mankind will undoubtedly do everything in its power to destroy and poison itself, but you will have to know when to cut them loose, because as I have said, we all all connected, but if your foot became infected, and you had to choose between losing your foot and losing your leg, or even your life, as sad a choice as that would represent, it would be the only choice.”

“The white men are hypnotized by gold, silver, and even printed money.”

“You can use it to your own advantage, as long as you do not become hypnotized yourself.”

“You must always give fair value. That is the Indian way, the way of real Human Beings.”

“Before Jedidiah and The Three Winds came here, while on the road, they acted as a tribal council for a town that was terrorized by a bully, and helped teach them independence and fearlessness. This is true wisdom. We think of it as Indian Wisdom, even if they did not call it a tribal council.”

“You entertain your customers; in the process you have all become Culture Heroes. People need examples to follow; this is your chance to show them how a true Human Being behaves.”

“You give away items to the needy; food, clothing, maybe a few small tools or even advice. This is good.”

“And you, Leigh-Anne. You are not so much a nurse as you are a saint, always on the lookout for sick or hurt children and animals, because all living things are your children.”

“We have watched you do it often, Feeding widows and orphans alike.”

“Jedidiah, you and The Three Winds were Nomads, like many of our tribes, and Elliott, Chianna and the other members of your family, your tribe, which you call ‘The Fourteenth Colony’ were farmers and craftsmen and women who lived in a village, much like some of our other tribes.”

“You now have the opportunity to enjoy the best of both worlds, yet each of you acts according to your nature and strengths for the good of all.”

“Do not let any enterprise so eclipse the colony itself, as to turn it into some kind of factory town. All your efforts and activities must be to embrace Life and Love as it connects you to your everyday life as it passes through this present moment.”

“Value strength more than riches. As the other beings of the earth squawk and quarrel like a murder of crows over a carcass, observe their ways dispassionately so as to learn how to do without them as much as possible.”

“Do not take sides on the disputes of others except when absolutely necessary.” 

“Go to them to do any business. Do not do any business with them on your land, that which is also our land. Let your mystery be part of your legend.”

”If the White Man knows where you live, first, he will try to trick you out of it, but if he thinks he has to, he will offer to pay you for it as long as he believes he is giving you less than it is worth, and if all else fails, he will try to take it from you, even if he has to kill you to do it.”

“Be extremely cautious about allowing anyone else into the colony, and always make it a tribal council decision.”

“If, for instance, you have hit your maximum capacity to make the Blue Agave Moon, and the demand becomes so great, that you consider expanding your operation, possibly to the detriment…any detriment…to the Colony. What do you do?”

“If given the opportunity to work less to make more money by not expanding your operation, but simply raising the price, there need be no discussion on that issue, for instance…I don’t think that I need to explain why…correct?”

(One can only consider this to be a comic feint, since our speaker is already One Mind with each of the audience’s members.) 

“The new shellfish beds that Elliott’s son, Alex has started need to rotate part of your surplus back into the wild, and after careful isolation, occasionally bring in a few ‘wild’ outsiders to widen your gene pool.”

“Farming, rather than simply hunting the alligator is more like ranching. Animals just like people should never be overcrowded, but if a healthy, captive animal is harvested, you know what it has eaten, as well as its health history.”

“The wild hogs are an interesting case. They are not indigenous to this area, and have done much harm everywhere that they go. Even before the end of the game laws by virtue of the end of the the White Man’s culture, there were no bag limits; because of their overpopulation they had become a scourge.”

“If you capture enough live ferrel stock, you can improve the breed with selective breeding and improved health and nutrition.”

“This gives you an opportunity to transition from being exclusively hunter-gatherers to farmers and ranchers. as a result, unnecessary travel is minimized, which enhances your privacy.”   

“The Indian has never needed hunting or fishing laws, but in the case of the pigs, you could hunt them relentlessly, and it would only improve the ways of Nature in balance here, and feed many people in the process.”

”This is the opposite of what the White Man did to the Buffalo. He believed if he could exterminate the Buffalo, it would be easier to exterminate the Red Man.”

”He had no interest in eating them, because they made more money by selling the hides  and leaving the flesh to rot in huge piles everywhere you looked.”

“The White Man loves the pig.  Sell or barter only fresh, fully butchered healthy hogs whenever practical, and appropriate to your supply and demand, but the surplus as well as the offal can be dried, smoked, cured, brined or pickled, which will extend their usable or marketable lifetime.”  

“Potentially much of their diet will come from scraps and lesser cuts of meat and vegetables not used by the tribe, as well as the garbage that you are already sorting, composting, or recycling. Do not feed them the flesh of other swine! EVER!  Same goes for humans, no exceptions.…hahaha!…it’s just not good for the pigs, and you don’t want them to acquire a taste for us.“

“There is great opportunity with swine, but although you may feed them things that you would never want to eat, keep in mind, if you intend, even only occasionally to eat this pork yourself, feed them accordingly.”

“The land here is not really suitable for commercial cattle farming beyond a few cows to support the Colony, and you have successfully substituted venison for beef, and fish, shellfish, poultry, and pork more than sustain all your members needs and tastes.”

“Perhaps you can imagine our humor in watching you reclaim our native land, consecrate and refine it lovingly, yet make enough money that you don’t really need in the first place to make it possible to continue to live in a space-age Indian village of your own choosing, all the while, selling him the two things that are the worst for him, namely pork and alcohol, much as we did to him with tobacco.”

“He seems increasingly incapable of any form of self-regulation…especially with the Blue Agave Moon…even though it really is supposed to soothe the hearts and souls of those who have lost a loved one, it cannot give you happiness, but because the White Man does not understand this, he will always want more of it”  

“The White Man cannot be happy because he does not know what he wants, so he wants everything he sees.”

”If he cannot be happy with whatever he has at that moment, his health, the wind, the sky, the sun, the earth beneath his feet, the waters that run through it, the moon above his head, a soft breeze, the rains that come to make the grass grow, a kiss from a lover, a smile from a stranger, and every opportunity to express Compassion, Gratitude and Lovingkindness…he will never be happy.”

“Whether it be solitude or the love of family, we are connected to everything else; we are all connected to each other and our actions, but the White Man  does not understand this and it is why he is able to be so greedy and cruel, not just to other humans, and animals, but our Mother Earth and Sister Sky, the waters from which all life springs…the stars from which we came, long before this time, because he cuts himself loose from everything, endlessly whining about his own sorrow as he hurts, steals, kills and pollutes everything.”

”He is like a man looking at his own reflection, without being able to see himself.”

“He believes that he is supposed to fear his jealous, angry, wrathful, vengeful God, who will damn him to the eternal fires of hell if he does not slavishly fear and worship him; who tells him that every pleasure is Sin, and the age of miracles is over…how can this be? Do you not witness the miraculous every day, everywhere you look?”

“Yet, if at the last moment he repents any and every horror imaginable committed to everyone around him, that he is forgiven, but a three-day-old baby, who is presumed to be born with the original sin of his parents dies before it is baptized will also be given the same eternal damnation as any pagan or heathen, like myself.”

“He thinks his God is invisible, and separate from everything. He believes that only Man has only one soul and only one chance to live a life that will gain him entrance into his Heaven, but after he dies, his soul is forced to exist in a dark place between all worlds until his Judgement Day.”

“For those who know that they are still alive, every day is judgement day.”

“if he was not so dangerous, it would be easy to pity him, to feel sympathy for his sad, pathetic condition, but they are so numerous, and they spread like viruses everywhere they go, choking the land, the water, and the sky until you cannot see the sun from the bottoms of the canyons they build to Commerce unless it is high noon.”

“Such a man cannot find happiness because if he does not know what is truly valuable and important, he will want everything he sees, yet it will never be enough.”

“What they did to each other was inevitable. Muslim, Asian, and Eastern European cultures so driven by hatred, conspired to use The Armageddon Computer Virus, to pollute the internet to take away the Whites’ imaginary riches, which was ‘virtual’ money, or something others called ‘Fugazi,’ because most of it did not exist as real, tangible money, but a representation of his wealth, as well as his credit, even going so far as to invent something called Bitcoin and other names for his imaginary money.” 

“They valued riches above all else, and eventually The Armageddon Computer Virus took all of their imaginary money from them, resulting in a total collapse of their society and culture, because without money, the White Man does not know how to live, let alone why.”

“Such a a man is more dangerous than any beast in this, or any other worlds, because he knows nothing. He believes that he must possess and dominate everything, respects nothing, fears everything, and behaves as if he believes he has nothing to loose or any consequences of his actions.”

“A man who believes that he has nothing to lose is difficult to hurt, even if only to teach him, because he lacks the wisdom of a child that learns not to stick its hand into the fire.”

“This tribe that you have formed is the Tribe of All Men, All Women; The Tribe of the Human Beings.”

”If you should recognize a Lost Soul while traveling in the other worlds, you will know it in your heart; trust yourself to treat them as family, but protect your privacy at all times.”

“Your reputation means that you are not protected by anonymity, but your reputation is further enhanced by mystery. Learn to backtrack, and always evade them, even if you must wait for them to turn back, rather than to bushwhack or ambush them unless absolutely necessary.”

“Maintain scouts and outposts to prevent their intrusion.”

“This is your new Holy Land.”

“Osiyo. Hau kola. Ya at eeh. Nizhoni.. Halito. Buzhu. Wingapo. Kwe-Kwe.     Miakuye Oyasin. Aho. Many words, one meaning.”

“Hello.”

“Welcome.”

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  © 02/08/21

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 69

Posted in Bardo Thodol, 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, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on March 7, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“Hey Doc, how many mirrors do you have around here?” Rebecca asked. “Would you mind if we try to summons up some of the Ancient Ones?”

“It is one of the most empowering experiences I have ever witnessed…” Aimée interjected. Many cultures and belief systems have considered one or more of them to be ‘gods’  but once you come to realize that they represent the evolution of Sentient Life that is older than the earth itself, you can see that they are the prototypes of Intelligent Life as it will be in the future…if we don’t destroy ourselves first.”

“We are all star people…the same elements that were only possible because stars born millions of years after the big bang, in their final moments collapsed upon themselves into a super nova, creating heavier and heavier elements blown across the entire universe…necessary for life…common to all of us…we are everywhere…standing hand and hand, spanning the universe, ever-evolving, moving amongst us and through us. 

We strengthen and enhance each other, as All things Return to the One in an ever-expanding universe.”

Elliott was very amused by Aimée and Rebel’s interest in mirrors. He and Chianna had been fascinated regarding summonsing certain spirits during sex, or more accurately, he had been fascinated, and Chianna was about as moderately interested as she ever was about anything for all of about ninety days.

“We really need at least four…and older, even cloudy mirrors sometime are even better…how many?” Rebecca asked.

“How about sixteen?” Elliott volunteered.

“Are you shitting me?!?!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it…one set up one for each of the four walls, plus the four corners at floor level, plus each corner, top and bottom, aimed down to the opposing corner on the other side of the room.”

“And?…what?” Elliott’s curiosity was piqued.

“We saw some shit that night, for sure. I haven’t believed in a god since I was ten years old…the only angels that I believed in were women…but after that night…I knew…we are not alone, but what I saw that night wasn’t God, and I don’t think they were the aliens that some would have us believe…this is not just about space men…we are talking about other parallel dimensions, or universes…and they are independent of time. We both saw them” Rebel added. 

“So what are we waiting for?”

“Do you mind if we play some music while we work?” Aimée asked.

Elliott always had maintained an extraordinary audio system. Macintosh and BGW power amplifiers, Technics SU-90/70 DC coupled flat preamplifier, JBL 4343 studio monitors, Polk Audio, Klilpsch, and Uri Time-aligned monitors, DBX and Dolby noise reduction, audio enhancement and dynamic range expanders, Blaupunkt and Nakamichi playback systems, all rack-mounted.

Chianna started to offer her assistance, but realized that Aimée probably had suffered innumerable lectures and tech advice from Elliott when they had lived together.

She recalled the slight pang that she had felt when Aimée and Rebel had recalled how he also seemed to teach all of his lovers how to handle and fire all sorts of weapons with proficiency, and respectfully held back initially, and just as remarkably, Aimée out of respect for Chiana’s position within the household, requested her assistance (even though she probably wouldn’t have needed it.)

In so doing, she not only strengthened the spirit of co-operation between the two of them, but she also avoided the potential embarrassment of discovering that she had overestimated her knowledge.

Aimée then produced a CD by the ArchAngels entitled ‘The Chakras: a series of Odes to a Roomful of Tibetan Singing Bowls.’

It turned out that Chianna was familiar with the work, and in fact had heard (and seen) it performed in the Sanctuary at the Home for Wayward Souls in South Florida years ago, long before the Armageddon computer virus had destroyed the collective world economies, but ironically, had brought them all together so many years later.

It was a truly extraordinary work composed specifically, as stated in the title, to resonate every known frequency associated with the Chakras of the body relying upon resonances, harmonics, overtones, heterodynes, and harmonies to physically and emotionally enhance and empower those who heard it.

Today would be no exception.

No one objected to the musical selection.

Chianna was the first to remark “This is a perfect example of how we can prepare ourselves for the level of cooperation that we should strive to maintain. We’ve all got our share of issues that need to be respected.”

“I’m sure that everyone knows that I was relieved to hear you say that this is not about Romance…but in fact, our present and past Karma is a two-edged sword. On the one hand, all the reasons that you were all so close so long ago has the potential to stir up competition and jealousy, especially in me.”

“On the other hand, yes, we all managed to distract each other, quite willingly last night, I might add, and yet this was how you all rolled, back in the days before you all went your separate ways.”

“For all of you, this is a revisitation of the familiar with the opportunity to build upon what you all learned, both then, and since. For me, this is fresh ground in many ways…not regarding polyamory, but everything else. Elliott and I had become stagnant, and stale.” 

“There was a certain level of cooperative resignation, but little enthusiasm or inspiration. We are now presented with new challenges, as well as opportunities, and an incredible opportunity to determine our own destinies in a world that is literally, up for grabs.”

“Does anyone have any issues with what has been proposed or transpired between us so far?

As Chianna was speaking, Jed, Elliott, Aimée, Rebel and Leigh-Anne were arranging the mirrors.

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 68: Zero Degrees, North by Midnight; Three Hundred Sixty Degrees, Midnight Blue and Bible Black; the Last Meal of the Ouroboros.

Posted in 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 March 7, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

“Hey Doc, how many mirrors do you have around here?” Rebecca asked. “Would you mind if we try to summons up some of the Ancient Ones?”

“It is one of the most empowering experiences I have ever witnessed…” Aimée interjected. Many cultures and belief systems have considered one or more of them to be ‘gods’  but once you come to realize that they represent the evolution of Sentient Life that is older than the earth itself, you can see that they are the prototypes of Intelligent Life as it will be in the future…if we don’t destroy ourselves first.”

“We are all star people…the same elements that were only possible because stars born millions of years after the big bang, in their final moments collapsed upon themselves into a super nova, creating heavier and heavier elements blown across the entire universe…necessary for life…common to all of us…we are everywhere…standing hand and hand, spanning the universe, ever-evolving, moving amongst us and through us. 

We strengthen and enhance each other, as All things Return to the One in an ever-expanding universe.”

Elliott was very amused by Aimée and Rebel’s interest in mirrors. He and Chianna had been fascinated regarding summonsing certain spirits during sex, or more accurately, he had been fascinated, and Chianna was about as moderately interested as she ever was about anything for all of about ninety days.

“We really need at least four…and older, even cloudy mirrors sometime are even better…how many?” Rebecca asked.

“How about sixteen?” Elliott volunteered.

“Are you shitting me?!?!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it…one set up one for each of the four walls, plus the four corners at floor level, plus each corner, top and bottom, aimed down to the opposing corner on the other side of the room.”

“And?…what?” Elliott’s curiosity was piqued.

“We saw some shit that night, for sure. I haven’t believed in a god since I was ten years old…the only angels that I believed in were women…but after that night…I knew…we are not alone, but what I saw that night wasn’t God, and I don’t think they were the aliens that some would have us believe…this is not just about space men…we are talking about other parallel dimensions, or universes…and they are independent of time. We both saw them” Rebel added. 

“So what are we waiting for?”

“Do you mind if we play some music while we work?” Aimée asked.

Elliott always had maintained an extraordinary audio system. Macintosh and BGW power amplifiers, Technics SU-90/70 DC coupled flat preamplifier, JBL 4343 studio monitors, Polk Audio, Klilpsch, and Uri Time-aligned monitors, DBX and Dolby noise reduction, audio enhancement and dynamic range expanders, Blaupunkt and Nakamichi playback systems, all rack-mounted.

Chianna started to offer her assistance, but realized that Aimée probably had suffered innumerable lectures and tech advice from Elliott when they had lived together.

She recalled the slight pang that she had felt when Aimée and Rebel had recalled how he also seemed to teach all of his lovers how to handle and fire all sorts of weapons with proficiency, and respectfully held back initially, and just as remarkably, Aimée out of respect for Chiana’s position within the household, requested her assistance (even though she probably wouldn’t have needed it.)

In so doing, she not only strengthened the spirit of co-operation between the two of them, but she also avoided the potential embarrassment of discovering that she had overestimated her knowledge.

Aimée then produced a CD by the ArchAngels entitled ‘The Chakras: a series of Odes to a Roomful of Tibetan Singing Bowls.’

It turned out that Chianna was familiar with the work, and in fact had heard (and seen) it performed in the Sanctuary at the Home for Wayward Souls in South Florida years ago, long before the Armageddon computer virus had destroyed the collective world economies, but ironically, had brought them all together so many years later.

It was a truly extraordinary work composed specifically, as stated in the title, to resonate every known frequency associated with the Chakras of the body relying upon resonances, harmonics, overtones, heterodynes, and harmonies to physically and emotionally enhance and empower those who heard it.

Today would be no exception.

No one objected to the musical selection.

Chianna was the first to remark “This is a perfect example of how we can prepare ourselves for the level of cooperation that we should strive to maintain. We’ve all got our share of issues that need to be respected.”

“I’m sure that everyone knows that I was relieved to hear you say that this is not about Romance…but in fact, our present and past Karma is a two-edged sword. On the one hand, all the reasons that you were all so close so long ago has the potential to stir up competition and jealousy, especially in me.”

“On the other hand, yes, we all managed to distract each other, quite willingly last night, I might add, and yet this was how you all rolled, back in the days before you all went your separate ways.”

“For all of you, this is a revisitation of the familiar with the opportunity to build upon what you all learned, both then, and since. For me, this is fresh ground in many ways…not regarding polyamory, but everything else. Elliott and I had become stagnant, and stale.” 

“There was a certain level of cooperative resignation, but little enthusiasm or inspiration. We are now presented with new challenges, as well as opportunities, and an incredible opportunity to determine our own destinies in a world that is literally, up for grabs.”

“Does anyone have any issues with what has been proposed or transpired between us so far?

As Chianna was speaking, Jed, Elliott, Aimée, Rebel and Leigh-Anne were arranging the mirrors.

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.

Blue Agave Moon

Posted in Crazy Zen Wisdom, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Observations of a Recovering Buddhist, Once in a Blue Agave Moon on March 6, 2021 by dreamlanddancing

Finally finished! Spent 21 days in a psych ward to finally get the time and space…(‘…by any and all necessary methods and means’).

I will be posting all additional chapters sequentially, hopefully today.*

Selah!

PS:

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

Thanks.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©   March 6th, 2021

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 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 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.

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