Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 49, Part Two

April Heralds the Winds of Change

It wasn’t until Rebel suddenly remarked “Hey, Doc…I didn’t remember that you had such a beautiful bird…” that anyone noticed Betty at all.

Elliott, forever the peacock, mistakenly thought that Rebel was referring to his cock, and replied “Vell! Sank you, Herr Doctor!” in a character voice reminiscent of Mel Brooks’ ‘Young Frankenstein.’

He, Joe, Aimée and LeighAnn used to play with movie dialogue for comedic effect, but the humorous aspect dropped off drastically without the mutual banter between them that had supported it until it became more of an obscure personal homage to a  long-gone era that no one particularly gave a fiddler’s fuck to hear.

Aimée got the joke, but then saw Betty, perched on the arm of a cobra-back wicker chair in the corner, bobbing and rocking, looking for all the world like the most beautiful giant Amazon Macaw.

Boop-Oopa-Doop! What’s up. Toots?” Betty squawked as Aimée pointed and exclaimed “Oh Fuck, yes! Look!”

All three were mesmerized, but Elliott was really flabbergasted, because he, of course had never owned any kind of pet bird and vowed that he never would…ever.

However, when Betty the Macaw morphed into Betty Boop, the thirties-era cartoon character, as she grew, Elliott couldn’t help thinking of April.

He had been the one who had encouraged her to capitalize on her resemblance to Betty Boop, right down to the short, skimpy little black dresses that the Hayes Commission had wanted so badly to prohibit…(on a nineteen-thirties cartoon character, no less.)

“Hello Fred” was all it took for Elliott to recognize April’s voice, as she continued to grow into a life-sized vision of April Tremski at her young and beautiful best and happiest.

(When they had been a “Media Couple” in the local music and studio scene in Miami, they had been nicknamed “Fred and Ethyl”…yes, like in ‘I Love Lucy’…and the alcohol.)

“April? I’m amazed to see you again. I don’t think that we couldn’t have resolved all our ‘unfinished business’ in a hundred lifetimes…but…are we OK?…” Elliott was awash with sensory and emotional overload.

“Yes Elliott, it’s me…and look…crossing over and now coming back has let me see everything with new eyes…just like you are beginning to do now.”

“The past is gone, and everything is in the present moment; always has been, as a matter of fact, but there’s good news and bad news. You’re far from off the hook…because you can’t rest on your laurels, …but you also don’t have to answer for your past mistakes.”

“Oh yeah…and every day is Judgement Day.”

April continued.

“It could have taken five hundred lifetimes to get to where we are right now. ‘The Knowledge’ has facilitated a more direct connection. It’s not about magic, or even what most people think of as Karma. If you don’t think about ‘God’ or ‘Sin’ or ‘Karma’ it is usually much easier to understand.”

“Despite sayings like ‘what goes around comes back around,’ although it may seem like it, no one is enforcing any rules, laws, or anything else.”

“There’s no ‘God the Umpire’ keeping score.”

“Everything in the entire universe is a mixture of random chance and chaos that follows certain ‘probabilities’. Very complex relationships between positive and negative energies tend to follow certain trends, but nothing is absolute, so when chaos steps in, a different set of sequelae will result.”

“And from that point, it will become the ‘new normal.’

“Every day, bad things happen to good people for no reason that can be explained away with religion, and likewise, evil pricks get away, literally, with murder every day.”

“There may be consequences arising from legal or social norms, and all actions have consequences, by virtue of cause and effect, but there is no old man up in the sky, constantly saying ‘NO’, or judging you.”

“The ‘Knowledge’ enables you to perceive, and assimilate all these things that are already here…and now. Although it has been right under your nose all along, it’s somewhat like different wavelengths of light, or audio frequencies that were out of the range of your perception.”  

“Wait!…am I hearing what I think I am?” Elliott’s face was awash with emotions as the sounds of not only their previously recorded songs, but also music that they had played, but never recorded filled the air and minds/ears of everyone.

It was not a continuous replay of just one song, but more like a medley, or sound montage of all the songs and arrangements that were so typical of their works together.

Elliott, who had stood up as April appeared, dropped to his knees, overcome by a mix of joy and sadness, remorse, and reminiscence as it felt like he was suddenly re-playing every emotion he felt back then, when he felt more alive than ever before or since.

“What you are hearing is a product of who we were back then. It resonates between us; it is our common ground.”

(Sound like String Theory?)

Aimée, who had been a more or less central fixture in Elliott’s life back then, was almost as deeply moved, and joyous tears streamed from all their faces.

“I thought that I had forgotten all that…but it’s so beautiful.” Aimée confessed.

“Well, you were a part of it too, back then.” April replied.

“Hello April…I’m so sorry…”  

“Its OK. No need for sorrow now…for any of us…no hard feelings…to tell the truth, I’ve missed you too…really. You’ve grown and matured in so many ways, I can’t imagine any need for conflict or competition.” 

“The circumstances have certainly changed, but here we are again.”

It was the music of extraordinary times, made by extraordinary people under extraordinary circumstances.

They had chosen the fringes of society and culture once before because it spoke to them in ways that ‘the lives of quiet desperation’ never could.

There had been many casualties, incredible joy, tragedy, irony, ecstasy, beauty, ugliness, horror, violence, enlightenment and illumination, uncertainty, ignorance and despair,  and the most amazing, risky, downright foolish and irresponsible sex…lots of it.

And drugs, of course. Elliott was well-known for saying “I never met a recreational drug that I didn’t like.”

Impossibly dangerous times and ‘dangerous, irresistible pastimes’…if you missed it, you might never understand it, and it seemed that it was not likely to happen like that again for a very, very long time…long enough to forget the worst of it, forget the fear…to throw caution to the wind and to live like there’s no tomorrow, and as if you’re never going to die.

Now it seemed that it was going full circle and about to begin again. A new age of Indeterminacy. An opportunity to escape the mundane, the banal, and the boring, detached lives of the hypnotized consumer-citizens enslaved by a system that they could no longer maintain or live without.

For all the chaos and uncertainty, these were familiar circumstances (on a certain level) to Jed, Elliott, Chianna, Aimée, Rebecca and LeighAnn.

Dangerous, yet amazingly creative times that had sparked a cultural revolution.

The kind of times that were once again to become their comfort zones.  

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

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Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 46

The Ex-Wives I Never Married

(Elliott’s lament)

“April? April Tremski? Wow! I had a feeling that you might show up again. We finally located Elliott…” Jed was clearly flabbergasted by her sudden appearance.

“So I see…and judging by appearances, he hasn’t changed his spots. The women that love him the most end up sleeping with someone else while he fucks some stranger.”

“Actually, they’re not strangers at at…at least no stranger than the rest of us. What I mean is that Aimée is one of them. You never met Rebecca.” Jed was clearly moved by April’s sudden arrival.

“They? He really is like a broken record, even after all these years. Only two? And I assume that you mean our Aimée…from way-back when?”

“Well, two so far…ugh…LeighAnn is also here, but she’s been a bit more detached, at least emotionally…and physically, come to think of it. None of us have figured how to read her. We made contact right before we went out west, and she decided to come along.

“He’s with Aimée and Rebecca, who’s birth name was Jeanette Rogers, but they’re absolutely no relation to each other, although they refer to themselves as ‘twin sisters of different mothers and fathers.”

“They’re sort of a couple…very close, if you catch my drift.”

“So what’s LeighAnn doing in the meantime? Don’t tell me you all left her alone? Is she also taking ‘The Knowledge’?” April and LeighAnn were never really close, but they had a great deal of respect for each other, and they never tried to compete with each other over Elliott.

“She’s hanging out with Mordecai, Rebel’s dog, and she’s having a great time with him. She could have joined in wherever she wanted, but preferred to hang with the dog.”

“Mordecai? The Centurion? Whose dog?!?! I guess if you want to think of him in that way; it’s actually a complement that he humors you in your ignorance…you should be flattered beyond your ken….”

“What do you mean by that?” Jed was clearly puzzled.

“Mordecai is a trans-dimentional being who watches over and protects you while you dabble in practices that are way beyond your comprehension at this point…just like Sobe and Sharma did down at The Home for Wayward Souls.” April could tell that they were unaware of what an auspicious occasion his presence was.

“How can that be? He was only a puppy when Rebel bred and birthed  him. She  breeds them, you know…He was the biggest and most beautiful puppy she had ever delivered and I was the one who named him.”

“If that’s what you want to believe, uh…ok, but…He came to you…trust me. He and the others like him are guardians over novices like yourself who have discovered a gateway to the next level of Sentience.

He is in charge of one hundred lesser guardians like myself, and he also happens to be my overseer as well…in the same way that the original ‘Knowledge’ catapulted a select group of bipedal primates into what you call ‘Humans,’ (and got them thrown out of the ‘Garden of Eden’ in the process) in a quantum evolutionary leap that might never have happened otherwise.”

“Yes, there was outside intervention…what you call your ‘God’ is not the only one…but the Centurians are the Guardians of the Gateway.

“Well, well, well…” As ‘Betty’ the Giant Amazon Macaw clucked and shook her head, she began to morph into Betty Boop, the cartoon character, although anyone who really knew April would have recognized her face; although they were remarkably similar, it was definitely her, almost like a hologram. 

As Chianna sat up, the combined products of their lovemaking spilled right out of her, but nobody seemed to notice other than her, so she just sat there, wallowing in the spooge and enjoying her private thoughts, as well as her parts, as both were still tingling, and felt very, very good.

She was clearly fascinated by the appearance of ‘Betty’ aka ‘April’ despite her unanticipated appearance and the almost disorienting circumstances stemming from her largely emotional euphoria.

“April, this is indeed an unexpected honor to finally meet you. I know that Elliott loved you very much…he even told me so. Between us girls, he still does…kind of carries a torch for you, although he never talks about it.

He made no secret that he regretted how it all ended. I didn’t know him back then, but everyone, even he, says he was never the same after…” 

Chianna paused while she searched for words, realizing that she had just painted herself into a somewhat awkward corner, considering that she had never spoken to anyone after they had died before.

Not face to face.

“And I have a very strong suspicion that if we had met back then, it might have all been different because I never could deny him the pleasure he knew playing music with you, and I wouldn’t have minded sharing him with you, instead of trying to make him choose…I never figured out why in the hell he only married women that didn’t understand that…at least until I came along” Chianna continued.

“I realize that we couldn’t have changed the final outcome, but all that time in between could have been completely different…happier, and more successful.”

“Well, when I was April, I reached a point where my sadness was so overwhelming that…in a way, cancer was my way out…my escape from an existence that was literally, a dead end.”

“I was overwhelmed by hopelessness, and turned my sorrow inward, and it consumed me. It was time to begin again. I had given up on Elliott coming to his senses, not so much about romantic love as how badly it hurt that we were no longer making music together.”

“In fact, he stopped making music at all. He became a slave to Samsara…just trying to make a living and raise somebody else’s kids…of course, he was no longer the person he was when he ran his studio…when he was making music, so she lost interest in him.”

 “I hate to say it, but he became pretty fucking boring, and sad…after she got killed, he became homeless for a while, even though he had a job. He never bothered to ask for help, or a place to stay, even temporarily, but honestly…I was disinclined to offer.”

“He was consumed by shame and regret, and I was consumed by bitterness.”

“But if Jed could also have been a part of it, well I guess I could have been the missing link.” Chianna and Jed exchanged knowing looks and a wink, clearly in the throes of the infatuation of their Crush.

“Except for the fact that i would have been about twelve years old….” Chianna giggled, then blushed.

“Indeed…but in fact, there is a way that you could be now;” April paused for a moment , “but it would be easier to show you than it would be to explain.”

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! Come on!…we’ve got places to go and people to do. Ha ha ha!”

With that, she abruptly changed back to Betty, the Amazon Macaw, as she shook herself, ruffling and fluffing her feathers, cocking her head and raising her right wing, she pantomimed snapping imaginary ‘fingers’ and disappeared in a flash of light.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 43

It’s (Not) Like You Never Left

(But It’s damn good to be back)

“I’m not in any hurry to re-locate to better-suited quarters, because a part of me wants to just be right here, right now…maybe it’s just a dream, and I don’t want to wake up yet.” Aimée was clearly blissed, yet still apprehensive.

“And if it isn’t a dream? …ok, I’m just kidding…of course it’s a dream, but I like this dream very much.” Elliott replied.

“But just suppose it wasn’t…then what? What is real?” Aimée asked.

“This is real.” Elliott was smiling as he spoke.

“But you just said it was a dream.” Aimée interjected.

“It is.” Elliott countered.

“Which is true?” Aimée couldn’t quite decide if she was becoming more intrigued, or irritated by the banter. 

“They both are false” (Everybody knew that Elliott wasn’t trying to be a prick, but where Zen Kata was concerned, this was actually playful, or at least he thought so.)

Many tended to disagree with him on that belief, and only his most trusted friends ever understood it, or cared to try, until only a very scant few remained.

“Then what is true?” Aimée pleaded.

“Fish swim with the tides, in and out of the lagoon to the sea.”

“Well for fuck’s sake, Doc, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”

Rebel had waited to let the other two finish, and yet somehow, the three minds became one from completely different points of view by virtue of intersection.

A spiritual, virtual singularity of time and space.

The Esoteric, the Transcendental, the Sublime, Moksha…

في مكان حيث أن الكلمات لا معنى لها

(In a place where words have no meaning,)

Palpable, visible galvanic skin response…a Quickening that emanates from the lowest chakras to the crown and back before exiting the navel to engulf each other.

They draw down the Moon. They are grounded by the earth as inductances and capacitances flux to focus and radiate resonant frequencies, harmonics and heterodynes through the air, and by even the slightest touch, they are transmitted, focused and amplified by the magical power inherent in the number Three.

So esoteric that it takes extraordinarily strong medicine to experience this most esoteric state of being; not just from mediation, or prayer, or even Dharma Action, or Wicca, or any single religion or discipline because it weaves them all together.

Why?

Because to know this state of mind, within even the shortest instant, suddenly time stands still, then evaporates as this connection, The Knowing that connects the three of you with a stillness capable of lifting the reflection of the Moon from the surface of a pond is to know Heaven.

It will not make you more attractive, but it will allow you to see the beauty within all living things.

It will not make you rich, but you will know contentment beyond mere wealth. Money comes, money goes, yet we remain.

Envy, Jealousy, and Fear evaporate.

Just remember one thing.

“Enlightenment is not the Eternal Kiss of True Love.”

We are but a flash of light, reflected endlessly.

As the three of them held each other, they passed these waves of pure undefined Pleasure effortlessly, as if balanced on the edge of Rapture in endless time before time.

Eventually The Knowledge stays with you. It will calm your soul.

“Would you two women allow me the pleasure of escorting you to our guest quarters?” 

“Certainly.” when they spoke in unison, their voices warbled and folded back on each other in a way that created a thickening that sounded oddly electronic, as if auto-tuned.

It was as sexual as it was disarming, and that flicker of startled energy created ripples across the stillness that just as quickly dissipated.

“We have guest quarters that are as comfortable and accommodating as they are private.”

Their auras were expanding with each pulsation of shared energies. The glow was broad-band across the full spectrum of light, like a Venn Diagram, with the convergence of Red, Yellow, and Blue light, as they overlapped, creating the pure white light of spiritual illumination; they became one as their breathing became synchronized without any conscious effort.

“…And now we begin again…”

Indeterminacy arising from Singularity.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 41, pt. II

At Last, What You’ve (REALLY) All Been Waiting for…

Chianna spoke up for the first time since the discussion started. She had recently taken up the practice of calling Elliot ‘Doc’ because it amused her, but it was doubtful that she would be calling him ‘Boss’ anytime soon (she did not seem amused when Aimée said it, either).

“Oh Doc…would you mind if I…ugh…we retired  to the bedroom while you guys work out the seating arrangements for your soiree? I think the Garden is particularly charming this time of the evening now that the lights are starting to come on, plus there’s plenty of room out here.”

There was a unanimous agreement among everyone else.

“I don’t mean to be a neglectful hostess, but…Elliott is here to take care of any of your needs that I can think of…and please, by all means, help yourself.”

As Chianna and Jed left, Aimée was slowly approaching Rebel and Elliott.

“Well Doc, I think they’re playing our song,” Rebel half-whispered.

With that, she unfastened Elliott’s robe, before letting her own garment fall to the ground, finally literally ripping that tiny tank-top apart, revealing breasts so enormous as to be breathtaking.

She had become a true porn star for good reason, and could steal the show anytime she wanted, but this was not a movie, and there was no competition for anything, and as far as ‘stealing’ anything (even a scene,) the adage ‘Private property is theft’ would best describe the current principle.

Now this part is really interesting…the ‘Singularity of Mind’ that they were experiencing finally allowed her to realize that NO ONE noticed, or cared about those minor imperfections that had made her so self-conscious.

“Mind if I tag along?” Aimée knew how to be coy in ways that begged an obvious yes for an answer, and she hadn’t lost her talents by any means.

She diverted her glance downward, and scraped her toe in the soft grass under her feet before looking upwards without moving her head. It was not just charming, she could change from sweet, shy, innocent to penetrating and direct in an instant, and she had the looks to pull it off.

And with that, she also disrobed, standing first in an anatomical position before raising her hands upward and outward.

Although Aimée had very wide, squared shoulders, which had made her feel self-conscious, fearing that it looked too “mannish,” eventually, she grew to realize that her full, round, and pendulous breasts completely distracted any man from such conjecture.

The years had been good to Aimée, and apparently, she had been good to them. 

Elliott had been blessed in his life in so may ways that were conspicuous in their absence once they were gone.

Beautiful women were one of his blessings, as well as the bane of his life.

“A dozen was never be enough…and one’s too many…” Elliott used to say in jest, but his almost innumerable personality defects and character flaws were seemingly offset by “boyish charm, good looks, and a big willy”…but only for so long before he was in way over his head.

He still loved, but was desperately exasperated by his second wife (who suddenly decided that she wanted to be a call-girl about a year after they married) when he and Aimée met, fell in love and moved in together.

The first time they met, she had suddenly asked him “Are you married?”

As he spoke the words “Just barely…” he realized just how long he had been in denial of his regrets for his previous decision.

If Aimée hadn’t been put in that position, (the break-up woman), they might have stayed together, even gotten married, but then again, his average elapsed time from marriage to divorce was about five to six years, and it had stayed that way until he met Chianna.

Aimée had her own share of emotional baggage from her husband, as well as most of her lovers before she met Elliott.

She was, to quote Jed, “High maintenance” and it had been a beautiful, fiery, tragic love affair, but even when they went their separate ways, they never really got over each other.

Elliott never attempted to protect his heart, and suffered greatly for it.

Aimée may not been ready to jump into the fire, but she clearly shared Elliott’s fascination for their chemistry, and couldn’t resist indulging her curiosity, at least for now.

She also recognized that everyone in this group had many shared common interests, and no one was really expected to do anything other than work together, but then again…not only was there unfinished business, but at least one new agenda on the horizon.

“It’s been a long time…a lot of water under the bridge, I guess, but I never could get you out of my head…or heart. There doesn’t have to be some sort of cosmic significance or kismet for this to be right…it just has to be right for right now…right Boss?” Aimée looked so vulnerable for a woman as tough as she was. 

“You know, the first time I ever heard Aimée say that thing about how ‘If I could do it all over again, I’d do it all over you’ I couldn’t have been more surprised, until I found out that it was Aimée that said it to you. That was when I realized what we had in common.” Rebel winked as she said it.

  .

Aimée then added “What about Leigh-Anne?…I don’t want to be rude…God knows we haven’t seen each other in years, ’til we got started on this quest….”

“Hey look, don’t worry about me…I was just thinking that Mordecai needed to be fed and exercised…if it’s ok with everybody, I think I’ll pass on this one, at least just for now.” Leigh-Anne then added “Keep in mind, this is my first experience with ‘The Knowledge’ and I suddenly realized that the poor baby was hungry…nothing verbal, but it was like he was trying to get our attention. He didn’t want to feel shut out, and I just turned around  and here he is.”

The dog was absolutely beautiful, happy, and well-behaved, as usual, but everyone noticed the aura that surrounded him, almost like the aurora borealis, it shimmered and danced all around, him in predominately purple hues.

“Are you sure, Arizona?“ (Rebecca’s pet name for Leigh-Anne); although clearly the most nurturant and maternal of their group, Rebel sensed that “…sometimes mothers need to be mothered too, y’know…” Leigh-Anne had a toughness that didn’t come out until it was needed, but she kept it under wraps.

Leigh-Anne seemed to be intuitive enough to appreciate Rebel’s sentiments, especially now.

“Oh yeah…no need to overload the lifeboat, at least just yet…right now, this just seems right, and this boy needs my attention…Mordecai is teaching me a thing or two about non-verbal communication already, and I’m really fascinated by it all.”

“Well, if you start to feel like you need the company of some humans, we’re here for you…there’s always a place for you.” Rebel meant what she said and said what she meant.

(“I don’t want to sound greedy…but when we’re both ready, I would like some more private, personal time for us…OK?”) Elliott could hear LeighAnn’s words as if she was whispering in his ear, even though her lips never moved, but her sly smile reinforced the message…and for once, no mumbling.

Elliott suddenly wondered if he could do the same, and tried to simply reply “I’d like that very much” but before he could speak the words he heard her say “Good.” out loud as she smiled and winked.

“What’s a horny sailor have to do to get laid around here?” Amy’s whispers sounded more like the purring of a cat, as she gently, oh so gently, gingerly even, rubbed her nipples against his back.

She then reached around his waist to squeeze the base of his cock, then pointing it toward Rebecca, she used it to gesture upwards on a diagonal as she mimicked a cartoon gangster’s voice, saying “Hey, lady! Come ova hea’…I got somptin’ for ya dat I tink you’ll like.”

With that, Rebel got on her knees with her mouth open and her tongue lolling and darting lasciviously before suddenly feigning surprise as she spoke in an antebellum caricature voice, exclaiming “Oh my Jeezus!…It’s so shiny I can see my face!”

Never touching the rigid member with her hands, she slowly rose to her feet so as to lick the underside of his cock until she reached the head, suddenly gobbling it long enough to make a popping, smacking sound letting it fall between her absolutely enormous breasts, trapping it there by squeezing her upper arms together.

“So here’s the deal, boss…Amy’s voice was gutteral, and she hissed as she spoke…”I happen to love this here woman as much as she loves me, aaaaaannnnndddd…I want to watch you fuck her very, very, very well…like it was the last, best piece of ass that you were ever going to get…make her cum ’til she grunts like a pig and howls like a coyote…”

“I know that you can do it, Boss…you’ve got a knack for hitting all the right spots, like a gentleman…and a rouge…and a dirty dog almost all at once.”

“‘Becca told me all about your history together…and I gotta say that you’re predictably unpredictable…and beautiful…and tragic…”

As she sighed, her breasts heaved slightly, rubbing even more firmly against Elliott’s back, as he felt her nipples stiffen even more.

“Before you think that I’m being completely altruistic, just keep in mind…’Becca gets the easy one…the first one…before we both work on your ass like a chain gang.”

“You been doing your work outs and taking yer’ vitamins, I hope…’cause that next one’s on me.”

Now pressed between the two women, both rubbing their bodies against him as lightly as butterfly wings, they spoke in perfect harmony.

“Trust us…we’ve shared more than a few studs together, and I guess we’re a pretty good pair for bringing out the best in a man…but it’s more than just that…you have a beautiful mind and an even more beautiful heart.”

“That was what has remained after all these years, after all the million-dollar words, or even your charm.”

“We have something to show you that will change your life forever, so let Chianna go get her ya-ya’s out with Jed…don’t worry…he’s still your best friend, even after all this time…and he’s going to show her some things that she needs to see as well, but by tomorrow, you both will understand…”

“Welcome to The Knowing.”

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 41, pt. 1

At Last, What You’ve All Been Waiting for…

(almost)

There is such a thing as too much fanfare, were it to be much ado about nothing, but some things are important enough to deserve research, and the preparation is just the cost of doing business.

On the one hand, Elliott and Chianna were comfortable in their current lives together. They, as well as the other members of The Fourteenth Colony had developed a system that allowed them to be mutually interdependent enough to allow them support and protection and still maintain personal independence.

Unfortunately, Comfort and Adventure are not especially compatible, and the boredom that had been brewing between them had begun to border on alienation.

They lived well, and wanted for little, but as Jed pointed out, the entire country was in a state of flux, and some semblance of economic order was returning.

People were desperate and disorganized, except for certain regions where there were still sufficient means of production of essential goods or industrial products, or inventories of equipment or parts, and in many cases, those who still owned or controlled them could get people to work for credits, or even a sort of company store arrangement that allowed them to maintain a subsistence level of living, more or less like before.

It was a time when those who were bold enough and capable enough to seize the opportunities they either found or made, to attain a level of autonomy and control not afforded to them before the system collapsed.

It now hinged on an unlikely coincidence that this circle of friends were once again being drawn together, but whatever it had been that had brought them together years before, in a different world, was returning,  

and as the wheel turned round and round, it was becoming inevitable.

This was more than just sexual attractions or old romances because in truth, what had drawn together before was their character and their nature, but given their ages, sexuality became the currency of their realm.

Polyamory notwithstanding, Elliott had failed to recognize that The Dance that they were doing back then was nonetheless a series of movements that sought a conclusion…resolution.

Elliott, forever The Fool, was naive enough to think it would never end.

“All things return to The One.” 

Years before, they were the heart of a group of about three dozen iconoclasts and societal rebels loosely dubbed The Gonzo Media Freaks, plus numerous transitory aficionados.

Art, Music, and Literature professors turned into willing Lab Rats breaking new ground in Human Sexuality led by several of the Psychology Department staff and innumerable ‘plus ones’ who came and went, but eventually, it came back down to a cast of less than a dozen principals, long before Aimée showed up at Rebel’s tattoo shop, years later.

Orinignally, Jed, Aimée, Rebecca, and Leigh-Anne were not sure if they would be able to convince Elliott that he even needed to get involved, but although they were worried that Chianna might resent their history together or feel intimidated or jealous, she was proving to be the turning point, and Jed had become the deal-maker.

Skills, innate abilities, and competence had provided the structure, and chemistry was proving to be the catalyst, and now The Knowledge was about to provide the insight and guidance to unite them in ways that Elliott and Chianna could never anticipate.

There might have been some degree of awkwardness about initiating whatever was to follow, considering the fact that Chianna had only met the four of them a little over twenty-four hours ago, but the intuitive connections that were blossoming courtesy of The Knowledge made it all seem perfectly natural.

In earlier times, most people would have regarded Elliott as a sex addict, and Rebel (aka Jeanette Dee Rogers, Jeannie Markvart, Rebecca Moore, et al), indeed the veritable Rebecca Steele, (‘Becca’) had been a formerly famous porn star.

Although she had been reported dead in 2004, When she and Elliott reunited, she confided that she had “burned” the leader of a Virginia motorcycle gang for drugs, and went on the run after her last known boyfriend identified the body of a mutual friend on the floor of the motel  as her.

Anyone who really knew her would have noticed that the tattoos were all wrong….

It would have been impossible not to notice that the most signature identifying feature, an absolutely beautiful single-needle monochrome image of a Tree of Life replete with the image of a jaguar imbedded within the trunk, and leaves that turned into flying birds that covered her entire back, was conspicuous in its absence in the description of her body.

Elliott had been unsuccessfully married five times before Chianna, and Rebel may have been married as many as a dozen times under various aliases.

All had been unsuccessfully married before, but they did not fit the typical mold of ‘Swingers,’ they did not practice the lifestyle, and would have been more accurately referred to as ‘Polyamorous,’ rather than ‘Serial Monogamists,’ but they “never joined the union or got the tattoo.”

This went way beyond promiscuity, and they all would have rejected such a judgmental label. They were extraordinary people with extraordinarily good intentions and loving hearts.

It was Rebel who took the lead, but in her typical way, she finally drawled so slowly that it was like molasses pouring, dark and sweet. She knew how to subtly command everyone’s attention 

“Well, I think we should take just a moment to reflect upon how we should proceed from here, I mean, Jed and Chianna are so worked up, it’s been like watching two horny teenagers at the prom, but they’re too self-conscious to start, because they know that we’re going to watch them, and they’d be right.”

“So in the spirit of charity and good will, somebody needs to distract ‘Doc’ so Chianna can focus on…well, we all know where that’s headed…”

She rolled her eyes back for a moment as she casually brought her left index finger upwards in a semicircular, clockwise fashion as she took a very long, slow, breath as she smiled broadly.

“Now, as we all know, Aimée and I are especially close, and I know she’s feeling kinda vulnerable just yet and almost as self-conscious as Chianna, because there’s some emotional baggage to be resolved, even though I told her she should just trust her heart…”

Again she seemed to pause for dramatic effect.

“I’ve learned to respect and admire Leigh-Anne while we were on the road to here…I really like her, in fact; but I can’t read her for the life of me, like she’s still analyzing it all to decide where she fits in on all this, and I know Aimée says she’s ok…”

“So again, in the spirit of Charity and Goodwill, I think it’s only proper to volunteer to help everybody relax…”

She abruptly turned to face Elliott.

“Look Doc…I really missed the hell out of your cute ass, don’t get me wrong…I do really care deeply for you, so unless somebody has any objections…’cause Chianna, honestly, I promise that I’m not trying to jump anybody else’s claim…”

As she raised her hands, palms upward, Elliott stepped toward her and lifted her upraised hands by supporting them from underneath as he gracefully drew her hands to his chest, smiling broadly as he looked deeply into her eyes for the first time in too may years.

It only made sense that it should start this way.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

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Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 38

What is the meaning and value of Money?

With the advent of the repeated pandemics starting in 2020, came an almost crippling downturn of the economy to a point that virtually all working class people were facing bankruptcy, hunger, or worse. 

Long before the Armageddon (computer) Virus took all the virtual money away from the Western Banking System, it became necessary to re-assess the difference between what was of value and what was not.

During the first pandemic, farmers poured out milk, and plowed crops back into the ground as the specter of famine stared  back into their faces in the midst of world-wide shortages elsewhere. Markets closed down; there was no one to transport the goods, and no place to take them.

Meat packing plants had to be shut down because the workers were making each other sick, resulting in animals being destroyed and meat being sent to landfills, because it was too expensive to either feed them or even freeze their carcasses, and no one to do it.

Desperate families seeking some form of relief from food banks often faced shortages and lines several miles long.

For the first time in over one hundred years, “Oil Futures” suddenly went from over one hundred dollars a barrel to being worth less than nothing, as the cost of their storage exceeded their present value when demand plummeted in a world of quarantine and isolation.

In 2008, when the Real Estate and Stock markets tanked, the government bailed out the banks, while the banks foreclosed on their mortgages, leaving entire blocks of homes uninhabited. 

This should have created a renter’s market, but because the banks owned the homes, they let them sit, rot, and develop black mold, eventually rendering them uninhabitable (declaring them as a loss against other profits later to lower their taxes even further), thereby allowing the price of rents to skyrocket.

Because the blatant fallacies of “trickle-down economics” could no longer be perpetrated upon voters, the legislature proposed to infuse the general economy with money paid directly to people who were previously employed, so as to allow them to continue to pay their bills, creating secondary and tertiary effects within the economy as the money changed hands again and again within their own communities.

It just wasn’t enough, because the stimulus packages were just another way for Congress to placate the public, as if to jingle their car-keys to make the baby stop crying while hedge-fund investors sucked up the money supposedly designated for small businesses and the President fired the Inspector General that was supposed to oversee the much larger sums of money allocated to protect industries that needed little, if any protection.

If anything, the Public should have been protected from the major corporations…(as well as the President and his cronies).

It took several more pandemics before those abuses could be identified and eliminated.

No longer would the populace accept believing that whatever fell from the tables of the mega-wealthy was all that they deserved because after all, it was they who performed the labor, marketed and transported, as well as stocked and sold the goods that they in turn paid for yet again to the same system, so as to buy back what they had already produced.

And yet, for every job lost, each new virus created more and more jobs in public health departments, testing laboratories, and manufacturers of anything medically-related.

Anyone who could use a computer to work from home did so.

They were still slaves however, being simply traded from one master to another.

Even small brick and mortar operations found ways to flourish, and servers became delivery personnel, or telephone and internet order takers, or else they suffered the consequences.

For over one hundred years, the culture and economy of the United States was carried on the backs of its workers, not its owners, through numerous World Wars, Police Actions, Interventions, a Great Depression and innumerable recessions.

The American people rose to the challenge, answered the call, performed the duties, made the sacrifices, and all the while the owners reaped the profits.

Eventually, populist politicians managed to convince voters that it was not nearly as important how much the government spent as it was what they spent it on, and how they spent it.

Enough “Trickle Down Economics”. It felt more like “Golden Showers” if you were dependent upon being on the receiving end.

The country had to finally face the fact that it was cheaper to provide the restorative interim money, training and recruitment for its citizens, and let them pay their own bills, so that they didn’t need to fund every major corporation that claimed that it needed life support instead.

Throughout all of that time, the only common thread that ran through all of it was Money.

But what is Money, really? Pieces of paper, denoting the value of some coin of the realm of wherever you happen to be?

Even Atheists believe in Money, despite the fact that the similarities of both belief systems needed Faith to support such a thinly proven existence.

So, if someone works for an employer for X number of hours, the employer agrees to pay them Y amount of money, which is a symbolic representation of what they have chosen for which to sell that particular portion of their Life in the belief that some time in the future, when they need or want to buy something, they can trade some of what they sold their life for to someone who will accept this symbolic representation of value as payment for whatever it is that someone else is trying to sell that they want.

From the earliest times, gold, silver, and precious gems have so hypnotized mankind that they will lie, cheat, forge, fuck, hurt, or even kill to get more of it, or at the very least, some form of symbolic representation of it.

The disassociation created between these symbolic representations of Wealth and Reality is because all the wealth of the entire world is not worth your life, or the time of your days, your desires, and your loves, or ultimately, your consciousness, and the reality that you create within your perceptions.

Now imagine a world where the only real wealth is determined by your ability to manipulate your environment by virtue of your intelligence, your sapience, your strength, determination and perseverance.

A world where you could only keep what you could control and maintain.

No need for money. If you can’t find or make something yourself you can barter or trade something you have or something that you can make or even for your knowledge, in trade for something that you want.

You can’t eat gold; it won’t keep you warm. Silver cannot slake your thirst, even for power, and no one has ever built a house entirely out of precious metals, and the only “shelters” built by them were Tax Shelters.

Same thing for precious gemstones, except that although diamonds are nine times more plentiful than emeralds, their prices were artificially controlled by the De Beers cartel, and the precedents they set have remained for years afterward.

This is the difference between real value and market value.

Of course this is a ridiculously simplistic concept that is baseless within the reality created by Mankind’s infatuation with the Illusion of Value.

But what if one day, you woke up and found out that all of the days of your life that you had traded for virtual Money, suddenly had disappeared into the virtual reality of a now-defunct internet?

And what if the day after that you realized that you had been bamboozled into trading all of your Instincts for Reason when you could have had them both all along?

The perfect atmosphere for Simplicity.

Sometimes it is hard to distinguish Satire or even Facetiousness from Sarcasm.

Sometimes it makes no difference; sometimes there is no difference.

Sometimes all that it needs to do is encourage you to think. 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

PS: After all, in the midst of the perfection of the Garden of Eden, there was no need for money…(and no need to put a mustache on the Buddha either.)

Once in a Blue Agave Moon Cyberterrorism: Chapter 36

Cyber terrorism: Part Two

Stuxnet set the stage for all world-class cyberterrorism that was to follow.

Although not the only efforts being attempted at the time by other nations, Stuxnet raised the bar to a newer, higher level in ways not previously imagined.

It made its first appearances in 2010, allegedly hatched by the United States and Israel, with “lawyer’s fingerprints” all over it” it specifically attacked Siemens System Seven programs designed to provide control of everything from assembly line operations to the speed at which Iranian centrifuges operated during their uranium enrichment program, its intended target.

It was effectively the great-grandaddy of the Armageddon Virus that brought the Western Banking System to it’s knees, then decapitated it by essentially making all the virtual money which we had been spending for decades unavailable because there were no more records of it and no way to corroborate who had what.

Other than paper money (which in and of itself is essentially worthless), few banks even bothered to keep any real wealth within their ubiquitous safes, and their transactions were essentially virtual.

In a related, but separate series of plots, the day before the release of the virus, other terrorists had spent the last fifteen years slowly and carefully tunneling under the Federal Reserve Banks and almost simultaneously exploded a combination of stolen and makeshift “dirty” thermonuclear devices underneath them so as to make the gold and silver reserves dangerous and unusable for thousands of years, creating a general panic and the worst run on the banks since the Great Depression.

It’s hard to remember that the money in all the Federal Reserve Banks only amounts to less then twenty percent of the GDP, but the mindset of the general public was not such that they could be placated, and riots ensued.

What no one knew, was that the Armageddon Virus had interrupted what would have been the most sinister plot ever dreamed up to make puppets of all but the most connected and wealthy without even creating so much as a ripple of controversy.

Curiously, it began with insurance actuarials, which could accurately predict with alarming accuracy how long you will live and what will probably kill you, based upon the records they kept, so as to assess the level of risk that you represented to an insuror.

Then came genome testing, which assessed the effects of your DNA upon your health and predicted lifespan.

With the advent of the COVID-19 virus pandemic came the practice of tracing and tracking not only your vital signs, but with whom you had been in contact by way of Smartwatches Fitbits, and social media applications.

In the name of safety, people will give away all manner of Privacy, Liberty, and Freedom.

Credit reporting agencies, police files and permanent school records rounded out a picture that could be used to predict the most likely outcomes of your life.

In fact, the Armageddon Virus utilized, and even began setting up phony credit improvement apps and agencies to gain control of the world’s finances.

The six richest people in the entire world owned ninety percent of all of the wealth of the world, and each year, the disparity of the distribution increased.

It was not by accident.

Given the opportunity to decide who got selected to go to the most prestigious schools, or offered the most lucrative careers, bank loans, or investment opportunities, it was only a matter of time before those entrusted to make those decisions had the data they desired to minimize their risks before the applications were even filled out.

It was not necessary to use mind control or some kind of external force to control the population in order to determine the outcomes.

What this does not account for is physical attractiveness, individual self-determination, ambition, independent thinking, creativity or even personality; however, the longer that the program was in use, and the more widespread it became, the less likely it would be for anyone to break free of the predictions made for their future because it became a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Then suddenly, Chaos had stepped in to level the field.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

PS: This is probably out of sequence for the final story, but I thought to add it now.

Once in a Blue Agave Moon: CH 32

Jed was next to offer a few suggestions regarding comfort for the duration of the experience.

“Being not at all concerned for any sort of modesty, you may still find that for the sake of your physical comfort you may want to try these robes…or not.”

“The point is that in case you’re inclined to want to sit on something, but would prefer a layer of cloth, or similar materials between your junk and with whatever you’re about to come in contact.” 

“Also protection from sun, rain wind, or even drafts helps keep you focused on the business at hand without diverting your attention about what to do.”

Next, Rebel offered her take on the robes.

“It’s got a hood if you need it, and it can be worn tied at the neck and draped over your shoulders like a cape, but the sleeves are short enough to stay out of your way and not get dragged through whatever you try to touch.”

”The first time I tried The Knowledge, I got way too distracted with details that could have been avoided if we had planned better, and this doesn’t have to get in the way…of anything, if you catch my drift…” she winked and showed just the slightest hint of a smile, bordering on a smirk as she slowly pirouetted just fast enough to flash everybody.

(Funny thing…once you are naked, there is no striptease, no innuendo, or lasciviousness that can match what even a little clothing can provide.)

Leigh-Anne added “I was the one charged with assessing our need for other preparations that might need to be anticipated, related to the living space and environment for today, and honestly I can’t imagine any scenario that you’re not already prepared for…true to form, the Leopard isn’t likely to change his spots, so kudos to Elliott for being the perfect host, because I would say we can all relax and just enjoy the journey.”

Then she added “Given the early hour of the day, I would suggest that we go outside for the onset of effects; I believe that I noticed a small garden within your compound, right? The softer, subtler hues are more noticeable in indirect light, and some images may be almost too intense in total darkness for your first experience.” 

Leigh-Ann’s demeanor was a mixture of clinician and compassionate friend. Back in the day, she and Elliott were the ones everybody went to for help, or to ‘fix things’ if something started to go sideways, or they needed advice.

“Oh yeah…you may want to sit down for this one, ‘Doc’….”

Aimée took a big breath and turned her head ever so slightly before looking Elliott very directly in the eyes. The others were involved in some other discussion, and Chianna and Jed were pretty much oblivious of everyone else.

“You, Jed, Leigh-Annn and I are the only ones that would attach any meaning to any of this, but, well, one of the spirit guides that you will probably meet calls herself ‘Betty’ and often lapses into ‘Boop-Oopa-Doop!’ during her utterances, but although she frequently appears in the form of a giant Amazon Macaw, she has also upon occasion morphed into that old thirties-era cartoon character Betty Boop….”

“Now I’d bet just about the whole farm that we’ve both already got somebody in particular in mind, considering the fact that she always featured Betty Boop as her alter ego…”

“Especially on stage…” Elliott suddenly realized that the air in his lungs was most conspicuous in its absence, as he slowly began to sit up very straight.

“Well, the last time that we went to down to The Home for Wayward Souls, and took The Knowledge, ‘Betty’ came up to Leigh-Ann and me and introduced herself as ‘April Tremski’….”

With that, the phrase ‘Singularity of Time and Space’ shot through Elliott’s brain like an arrow, although he would have been hard-pressed to explain its relevance as a very large tear ran down his face.

Then he gasped.

Neither he nor April ever realized anything remotely approaching the success musically that they had shared as they did after they went their separate ways.

April on keyboards or strings, or directing the singers, and Elliott on guitar, bass, percussion, an editing table, or a mixing console, they had long ago lost track of how many bands they had performed in together.

There was no One without The Two.

She had been the wife of one of Elliott’s best friends when they both taught at Miami-Dade Community College. They started experimenting with a few relatively new musical genres at several parties that her husband Michael had thrown.

This was shortly before Michael and April separated, then divorced.

Shortly after that, Elliott and April began experimenting at just about everything that came their way, be it Human Sexuality, Music, and Visual Arts; back before they called it Polyamory, they all could have been the model for a TV show called “Friends…with Benefits.”

(This put a severe strain on Elliott’s friendship with Michael, however.) 

Then Elliott met Aimée.

They fell deeply in love and he left wife number two, and Amy’s husband left their apartment right before Elliott moved in with Aimée.

Then he, Aimée and his other best friend, Joe (who was also on the faculty at MDCC), found a house large enough to also accommodate a small recording studio.

Shortly after moving in together, their arguments and fights became surpassed only by their lovemaking for passion, and intensity, bordering (usually) on violence (only occasionally, and essentially accidentally), until it became Madness.

After about six months Aimée moved out of Elliott and Joe’s place and into ‘Linoleum Flats’ as she called it. (“…A little Piece of the Ghetto, right here in Miami Shores…”).

Yet curiously, their love affair blossomed and flourished again for another four years after she moved out, but eventually, she left for the Pacific Northwest, only to return once more before disappearing again.

She wrote to him twice, but he never replied, despite missing her terribly and intending to write her back.

(And he just might have, if he hadn’t lost the address during one of his ill-fated, unplanned, unprepared moves that he kept having to make.)

Meanwhile, April practically lived with Elliott at the studio when they were working together, which was virtually all the time. They rehearsed two different bands they had formed on alternate nights if the studio wasn’t already booked.

Eventually, Elliott moved the recording studio that he had built into his home up to West Hollywood, and decided to live in a twelve by fourteen storage room in the back of a shotgun duplex in a run-down strip mall between a massage parlor and a topless bar.

Music and Multi-Media took priority over every other aspect of Elliott’s life, so as long as April made sure that there was always another project, another soundtrack, another commercial jingle, another concert, she would always be there with him…(and the sex was fantastic).

Then Elliott met future ex-wife number three.

In less than two years, Elliott was forced to go out of business.

A year after that, number three was dead from a drug-related accident.

In less than five years, April was dead from cancer.

Aimée reached out to touch Elliott’s face. On a certain level, they all had been rivals, even though they all loved and respected each other. Nothing in their lives after that was ever the same, because they no longer shared each other’s common interests in the same way, with the same singularity of purpose.

And yet, here they were, once again banded together with a very singular purpose and motive.

The idea of an opportunity to even witness April’s spirit…to commune with her, maybe even make amends…was that even possible?

“The quickest way to get sucked right back into the mess you just left or another one just like it is to leave behind any serious unresolved karma…” (Aimée knew what it was like to try to hold Elliott’s fickle attentions.)

“Remember the first time that you told me that, Boss? And now we begin again…”

Elliott could only shake his head affirmatively; (he had promised himself that he would try not to weep openly today.)

“We all left a couple lifetimes of unfinished business back then, and most people don’t get the chance for a retake to edit our karma, but this was meant to be…just like last time…think about it…the world almost ended, but now we have a second chance to become major players in the new order of things.”

“This may the chance for all of us to set things right…to take the other road this time, and see where it leads us…with full knowledge and hindsight…maybe this time nobody has to get hurt….” Aimée bit her bottom lip.

There are several times in our lives where we are privileged to experience a group mentality that crosses over our relationships with others, whether they be family, friends, or lovers.

At times it even displaces the others, at least for some significant period of time.

In the military, it can be your ‘battle buddies’; or in high school, it can be your team, your club, or a committee.

An athlete may experience the same kind of bond with their teammates.

A band is the ultimate surrogate family, which is inevitable, but unfortunate, because most musicians come from damaged families, and continue to have disastrous romantic relationships, because so many of them are romance whores.

There is a common mind devoted to a common purpose that unites them, often shaping their decisions and opinions.

You know you are in the midst of it when you realize that together you are involved in something much greater than the mere sum of the individual parts. Everything that you do has an effect on the other members of the group, the band, the family, the team, or the gang, and the choices you make inevitably take them into account…or at least until it doesn’t anymore.

It won’t be until years later, if ever, that you really come to terms with what you lost when you walked away.

That may have been what had left all of them strangely confused afterward, because it would be doubtful that any one of them could have told anyone else what their common purpose was.

Oddly enough, although it would be hard to figure out what had drawn them together in the first place (other than past-life karma), but now, years later, their present-life karma had brought them back together again.

They definitely knew what it was like to be a team, and already even before Elliott came back into the picture, they had become “battle buddies” with a formidable reputation.

Would they be able to function again as a family?

“I move we adjourn this meeting to go out into the garden…I don’t know about y’all…but I’m already starting to see some shit I’d be more comfortable dealing with together.” Rebel was as direct as she was charming when she wanted to be.

“I second the motion” was all Leigh-Ann had to offer as she rose to go to the door.

“Things just keep getting curiouser and curiouser….” Aimée shook her head slightly as she spoke, and then wildly afterward, throwing her shoulder-length hair first clockwise, then counter-clockwise, fanning out around her shoulders. She knew he would recognize the quote from Lewis Carroll.

Indeed. 

Namaste

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

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OIABAM: Indeterminacy, chapter31

His best friend, a retired porn star he had once rescued long ago, two of the great loves of his life, and his wife…now thoroughly infatuated with his best friend.

All the necessary ingredients for a really complicated Daisy-Chain of Karma.

With all the commotion and uproar since their arrival, it was in the occasional odd quiet moments that he realized how much Aimée’s sudden appearance had managed to preoccupy increasingly larger portions of Elliott’s most private thoughts.

Aimée, although originally of Miami Beach, was of late a true Mondo Civitano.

Her intellect at least matched (and probably exceeded) Elliott’s, which not only hypnotized him when they first met, but he soon began to realize just how shrewd she had been since they had arrived.

When she called him ‘Boss’ over the radio, he couldn’t have been more stunned, and once it sank in that it really was her, he was overcome with emotion, realizing that he might just ‘choke’ (cry) when he saw her, (absolutely not acceptable in his world), but she managed to slip back and forth between distraction (with Rebel’s help) and just enough familiarity to reel him in.

(It never occurred to Elliott that Aimée might be just as apprehensive about direct, sincere, or emotional interaction as he was.)

She had been like a fan-dancer, showing only as much as she chose, all the while implying…hinting…alluding to so much more.

Up until she had explained what to expect regarding some of the visual experiences associated with The Knowledge…, she had also scrupulously avoided exposing either her mind, or the depth of her character, or how well-cultured she really was, but to Elliott, it had been conspicuous in its absence.

She knew that he would be expecting her to reveal her intentions, all the while avoiding direct interactions with Elliott, and using Jeannette Rogers (aka Rebel, Rebecca Steele, and about a dozen other aliases) as bait to sweeten the deal, much like she had done so many times before, so long ago, without having to risk outright rejection.

Not a second time, and he knew it, having had so many years to ponder if it had been a mistake to let her walk away the last time.

They both pretended it was mutual, even though neither of them wanted it to end, each hoping the other would intercede; both of them regretting that they hadn’t, even as they were doing it…Ah! Pride….

In the bigger scheme of things, they probably had a metric shit-ton of Karma to burn off first…and other fish to fry…but this had been unresolved for so long; long gone, but not forgotten…just sent to a dormant wing of each others’ brains that had been shut down since that acid trip at the Pink Floyd concert.

Namaste

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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

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

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Once in a Blue Agave Moon; Indeterminacy: Chapter 30

They had been The Three Musketeers ‘back in the day’…when everybody else lost their minds in an emergency, you could always count on them to pull the fat out of the fire.

But if it suited their nature at any given moment, any of them, but especially all three of them together were capable of a level of good-natured depravity, debauchery, and perversion that was breath-taking to just observe, let alone experience.

Elliott, Jed, and Leigh-Anne….

They continued to watch and analyze the group as they interacted and reacted together.

“I think this is going to work out after all” Jed breathed an obvious sigh of relief that would have made you think he’d been holding his breath since he had arrived.

“I knew that it would” was all that Leigh-Anne would smugly allow. She could bluster and bluff with the best of them, even when neither of them believed it.

It was at that moment that Elliott realized it suddenly felt like the familiarity had returned; like she had just driven over from Hialeah after a week’s unexplained absence.

They had an uncanny ability to get sooo close…only to disconnect for no real apparent reason without any animosity or need for explanations when they reconnected.

“I’m almost afraid to breathe…honest-to-Christ! I don’t think I could have imagined anything more perfect than to spend ‘the end of the world as we knew it’ than with you guys…but I don’t know how you knew how much this means to me…” Elliott confessed.

“Are you kidding?” Leigh-Anne almost whispered incredulously. “With all the seemingly impossible coincidences BEFORE we even learned that we were on YOUR trail?”

She grabbed his face to turn it to face her as she looked intently into his eyes and said “After all that, we didn’t so much know as much as we BELIEVED it was meant to be…and if something is truly meant to be, it doesn’t really matter if you WANT it or not, because Destiny has just served you notice for a command performance.”

It was then that she quickly pulled his face to hers until they were nose-to-nose just long enough for her to whisper “…besides….” only to suddenly turn and mumble something he couldn’t quite hear clearly enough to allow himself to be sure he’d heard it properly….

It was one of her best moves; Elliott could be one difficult, cocky, quirky motherfucker at times (although he’d shown no evidence of any of that since their arrival); this technique never failed to level the playing field between them, and she did it often, although if pressed as to the content of her mumblings, she would reply “…what?…oh, nothing.”

They always worked well together, but they also played as well as they worked because she really knew how to have fun, and back then, Elliott had a tendency to be much too serious. 

One thing just seemed to follow the other, and they all knew that before the day was over, they would watch it all unfold in front of them.

“Time to get to work….hahahah…just kidding…this will be the easiest thing in the world…” Jed held the bottle of brilliant, deep blue capsules aloft.

“…Like drinking a glass tea…” Aimée winked playfully at Elliott, knowing he would catch the decades-old reference to old world Miami Beach. It was a Yiddish expression used by ‘Alter Kakers’ (‘old shitters, the elderly’); it means ‘something as easy as drinking a glass of iced tea.’ 

“Line up to take yer vitamins, kids.” Rebel drawled.

Aimée slid on her knees right up to Jed as she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and posed her hands, forearms upwards, palms down, like a puppy begging for a treat.

With that, Rebel walked up beside Aimée and stroked her hair as Aimée rubbed her head against Rebel’s thigh. The pantomime between those two was uncanny…very ‘one mind.’

“My best advice would be to let it dissolve under your tongue. Just leave it alone to melt away. It will get into your system quicker.” Leigh-Ann’s instructions were a mixture of part nurse, part tour-guide/stewardess.

“It’s best not to expect much of anything especially dramatic or overwhelming at first, at least. This is nothing like acid. Expect nothing and gain the wisdom of the universe in the process. You can’t anticipate it, so don’t even try,” Jed advised as he dropped a capsule into Amy’s still open mouth onto her extended tongue.

“You may notice a point where it will start to seem like whatever you are watching will begin to melt, especially if you let your eyes unfocus slightly” Aimée added as she turned to face Elliott and Chianna.

“At first, the forms themselves may seem to melt, like ‘The Persistence of Memory’ by Salvatore Dali, only to eventually present with two or more alternative views, depending on foreground versus background or ambiguous outlines and alternate forms, like ‘Bowl of Fruit and Saddleback Hound’…not to pick on Dali….”

As Amy’s voice began to trail off, Jed added “There is also a  distinct possibility that what you observe visually will provoke certain ideations, philosophical or even scientific hypothesis that seem to be supported by your newly acquired visual perceptions.”

“You may notice that you can recall exact details and sequences of events that you had thought long forgotten, only to juxtaposition them in such a way as to imply interrelationships between those events or actions that had heretofore remained unnoticed.”

Leigh-Anne continued “The insights provided in this fashion will forever change the way that you perceive everything around you.”

Chianna had gracefully managed to slide into second position as she bent over sharply at the waist, like a nineteen-forties pin-up, raising her head to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, winking at Jed as she seemed to unroll her tongue like some red carpet that led straight to the center of the universe.

Chianna had absolutely no gag reflex whatsoever, and even doctors were usually taken aback or even slightly startled as they stared down her throat, inevitably triggering speculation leading to naughty fantasies of ‘unfathomable’ (please pardon the pun)…oral sex.

As Jed watched the brilliant blue capsule disappear into the cavernous void of her open throat, everyone watched Jed suddenly sprout a truly monstrous erection in less than two seconds.

Two men and four women, all naked as jaybirds since yesterday, who had seemed to only skirt the outer edges of raw visceral sexuality suddenly burst into hysterical laughter as Jed blushed a florid hue, not so much by the erection tself as by this inarguably obvious expression of the inevitable product of his attraction for Chianna.

As they did, everyone else availed themselves of The Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

And (please forgive me, but…) with a name like that, it had BETTER be not just good, but fucking amazing.

Namaste

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 12th, 2021  

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