Chapter 55

…And yet, suddenly, like an etherial shadow, or a thief in the night, the tiniest flicker of darkness riding an imaginary breeze wafted between them just long enough to startle them both.

Neither of them could recognize this specter that alarmed them both so deeply.

“A disembodied  spirit? Maybe trying to hitch a ride?” Elliott whispered; he never even bothered to ask Aimée if she had seen it. “Or maybe fan-mail from some flounder?“ (A Rocky and Bullwinkle homage.)

She closed her eyes for just a moment, and turned her head ever so slightly as she bit her lip pensively.

“Well I think it’s more than just the hat…!” (More Rocky and Bullwinkle.) Aimée snickered slightly, but it turned into another one of her dreaded snorts, but in front of Elliott, she was losing her self-consciousness.

“Maybe just a ghost in the machine…”

(Elliott had a feeling that it wasn’t anything good.) Perhaps it was the specter of doubt. 

“Knock, Knock!” Rebel verbally reinforced two actual knocks, seemingly to telegraph her entrance into the kitchen.

“Got any more coffee? I need to get a good jump-start going before we finally get some rest….pretty good Joe as a matter of fact.”

“Yeah we got plenty, Just made another pot.”

“Hey, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything…unless you wanted to invite me in on it…”

“I was just trying to figure out how long since Aimée and I had any quiet, mundane time together. It was kind of nice really, and I don’t mind you being a part of it. In fact, it’s nice with the three of us…has a kind of domestic feel to it.” 

“Well thanks, Doc, but we ll need this coffee so I’m just going to take the pot out there…How soon for the first course?”

“We’ll have the eggs ready in less than two minutes, and they’re fixed about any way you can think of, plus both smoked bacon and uncured pork belly if you prefer.”

“Plus about a whole loaf of toasted bread and sliced tomatoes.”

“I thought that Rebel could use some help carrying everything in. We’ve got some very hungry people out there.” 

With that, the breakfast caravan got everything to the table, and the food was so good that barely a word of business was spoken for almost twenty minutes. Not that they needed much spoken conversation, since the empathic communications were progressing rapidly.

Two large pitchers, one filled with tequila sunrise, and the other with tequila bloody Mary helped insure that everybody got their daily doses of vitamin C. but no one drank or ate excessively.

Despite the sumptuousness of the table, moderation and restraint governed everyone’s actions.

With the final nibbling and relaxing, both Jed and Elliott produced several joints to help take the edge off and prepare everybody for rest, relaxation, and eventually…sleep.

“When we’re all ready, later we’ll discuss some ideas we have and maybe make some plans…assuming that you two are still interested…”

“Unless we encounter some kind of insurmountable differences of opinion, I think that we are most definitely interested…unless you have any objections, Chianna…What do you think?

Chianna grinned a lot more than she intended, which caused her to blush, before she simply said “Was there any question in your mind that I’m still very interested?”

“Not a bit…but I’m also sure that you realize that I am extending you the courtesy of asking.” Jed smiled a very patient, indulgent smile as he spoke.

In the time since they had established their residence at the Fourteenth Colony, the social isolation as well as general boredom had put a serious strain on their marriage, and in the last four or five months it sometimes bordered on alienation of affection, at least as far as Chianna was concerned.

The longer that they were there, the less that Chianna felt engaged by her activities of daily living. Elliott had always been a take-charge kind of guy, and they wanted for little in the way of comfort, but Chianna’s boredom became expressed by sleeping most of the day, and complaining that she couldn’t sleep at night.

Any attempts on Elliott’s part to help her get back on track were met with derision or outright hostility, because she didn’t really want to get ‘better’ and truth be told, even Elliott could see that Chianna was using her ‘health problems’ as a passive-aggressive method of controlling Elliott, or at the very least only doing what she felt like doing when she felt like doing it.

Elliott wasn’t the kind of person to get heavy-handed or confrontational with any woman, (not that he didn’t have equally dysfunctional ways of coping with his disappointment), but he had decided, a very long time ago that this would be the last time he let himself be compromised by Love…(just like every other time, except lately, because even he felt like he was being a pussy about it).

“Well, then what would be my role in this organization?”

“Well, your assistance with things like the labeling and bottling would be extremely useful; after all, that is a part of the operation that has never even been necessary  before, but if there’s something else that you had in mind…”

“I wasn’t really thinking along the lines of production…”

“Then what?”

“That depends on if Jed has anything that he needs…or wants done while they’re on the road…”

The sound of the slow, steady drip of the cold water faucet in the kitchen drowned out the sound of all breathing in the dining room.

“Well, I suppose that depends on what Jedidiah needs…perhaps we should ask him.”

There was not a single closed mouth in the room, despite the fact that no one was speaking…or even breathing for an interminable amount of time.

Knowing looks and furtive glances shot across the room like bullets ricocheting in an alley.

“Ahhhhh…” Jed was clearly at a loss for words. “Elliott…are you sure that you’re OK with this?”

“It’s not really a question of what I think or want.”

“I gotta disagree with you on that…i would rather walk away from the whole thing before I would do anything to hurt you…ever.”

“What do you think it would be like here if you did? I don’t want this to be misunderstood, but really, you’d be doing me a favor. If Chianna and I are supposed to continue to be happily married, it has to be her choice on this one.”

“Don’t you get a say in this?”

“Sure I do; I can say no, or if you go, don’t come back. That’s like burning your bridges before  you cross them.”

“I can say ‘I forbid you to leave,’ in which case, even if she does stay, I’ll wish she had left.”

“Or I can say do what you think is right for you, and if that leads you back to me, I’ll know that you’re here for the right reasons, and if you don’t, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“But what are you feeling right now?” Leigh-Anne had been silent through all of it up until then, but somebody had to say it.

“OK, look…it’s like this…Chianna has to decide what she wants. I have chosen to love her unconditionally.”

“I would never betray her, or send her away, or give up on her, but frankly, if she wants to go off with you, then that’s what she should do…in fact you’d both be doing me a favor.”

Chianna gasped, and then began to sob like her heart was breaking.

 “If that hurts to hear me say that, then you know what I feel every day since you began rejecting me…. You take me for granted…maybe because I haven’t stood up for myself.”

“There’s no challenge.”

“I can’t even blame you for it any more…shit! I could never respect anybody who let me treat them the way you treat me, so who’s the fool?”

“It’s been one hell of a day and a night for all of us…and way past the point where we’d better stop before somebody says something they’re sorry for, or that they can’t take back.” Leigh-Anne certainly had a gift for putting everything in perspective.

“We’re all exhausted and it’s time to rest..not to fuck…to rest, and I think we all need to do that together, like six cats sleeping on a sofa…you know what I mean. They all touch each other just enough to make contact…to keep that connection, and pass it around.”

“We didn’t come this far just to give up because of one little mid-air collision…right?”

“The rest of the world is in ruin, and over half the population that we know of is dead. So if this doesn’t start out like summer camp in the Poconos, I suggest that we stop and think about what we do have here.”

“In spite of heartbreak and disappointment enough to send us all on our separate ways for…how long? We’re all back here for a reason, and maybe part of it is for all of us to help each other.”

“If we can all forgive…and never forget, we might just have a chance.”

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.

…And yet, suddenly, like an etherial shadow, or a thief in the night, the tiniest flicker of darkness riding an imaginary breeze wafted between them just long enough to startle them both.

Neither of them could recognize this specter that alarmed them both so deeply.

“A disembodied  spirit? Maybe trying to hitch a ride?” Elliott whispered; he never even bothered to ask Aimée if she had seen it. “Or maybe fan-mail from some flounder?“ (A Rocky and Bullwinkle homage.)

She closed her eyes for just a moment, and turned her head ever so slightly as she bit her lip pensively.

“Well I think it’s more than just the hat…!” (More Rocky and Bullwinkle.) Aimée snickered slightly, but it turned into another one of her dreaded snorts, but in front of Elliott, she was losing her self-consciousness.

“Maybe just a ghost in the machine…”

(Elliott had a feeling that it wasn’t anything good.) Perhaps it was the specter of doubt. 

“Knock, Knock!” Rebel verbally reinforced two actual knocks, seemingly to telegraph her entrance into the kitchen.

“Got any more coffee? I need to get a good jump-start going before we finally get some rest….pretty good Joe as a matter of fact.”

“Yeah we got plenty, Just made another pot.”

“Hey, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything…unless you wanted to invite me in on it…”

“I was just trying to figure out how long since Aimée and I had any quiet, mundane time together. It was kind of nice really, and I don’t mind you being a part of it. In fact, it’s nice with the three of us…has a kind of domestic feel to it.” 

“Well thanks, Doc, but we ll need this coffee so I’m just going to take the pot out there…How soon for the first course?”

“We’ll have the eggs ready in less than two minutes, and they’re fixed about any way you can think of, plus both smoked bacon and uncured pork belly if you prefer.”

“Plus about a whole loaf of toasted bread and sliced tomatoes.”

“I thought that Rebel could use some help carrying everything in. We’ve got some very hungry people out there.” 

With that, the breakfast caravan got everything to the table, and the food was so good that barely a word of business was spoken for almost twenty minutes. Not that they needed much spoken conversation, since the empathic communications were progressing rapidly.

Two large pitchers, one filled with tequila sunrise, and the other with tequila bloody Mary helped insure that everybody got their daily doses of vitamin C. but no one drank or ate excessively.

Despite the sumptuousness of the table, moderation and restraint governed everyone’s actions.

With the final nibbling and relaxing, both Jed and Elliott produced several joints to help take the edge off and prepare everybody for rest, relaxation, and eventually…sleep.

“When we’re all ready, later we’ll discuss some ideas we have and maybe make some plans…assuming that you two are still interested…”

“Unless we encounter some kind of insurmountable differences of opinion, I think that we are most definitely interested…unless you have any objections, Chianna…What do you think?

Chianna grinned a lot more than she intended, which caused her to blush, before she simply said “Was there any question in your mind that I’m still very interested?”

“Not a bit…but I’m also sure that you realize that I am extending you the courtesy of asking.” Jed smiled a very patient, indulgent smile as he spoke.

In the time since they had established their residence at the Fourteenth Colony, the social isolation as well as general boredom had put a serious strain on their marriage, and in the last four or five months it sometimes bordered on alienation of affection, at least as far as Chianna was concerned.

The longer that they were there, the less that Chianna felt engaged by her activities of daily living. Elliott had always been a take-charge kind of guy, and they wanted for little in the way of comfort, but Chianna’s boredom became expressed by sleeping most of the day, and complaining that she couldn’t sleep at night.

Any attempts on Elliott’s part to help her get back on track were met with derision or outright hostility, because she didn’t really want to get ‘better’ and truth be told, even Elliott could see that Chianna was using her ‘health problems’ as a passive-aggressive method of controlling Elliott, or at the very least only doing what she felt like doing when she felt like doing it.

Elliott wasn’t the kind of person to get heavy-handed or confrontational with any woman, (not that he didn’t have equally dysfunctional ways of coping with his disappointment), but he had decided, a very long time ago that this would be the last time he let himself be compromised by Love…(just like every other time, except lately, because even he felt like he was being a pussy about it).

“Well, then what would be my role in this organization?”

“Well, your assistance with things like the labeling and bottling would be extremely useful; after all, that is a part of the operation that has never even been necessary  before, but if there’s something else that you had in mind…”

“I wasn’t really thinking along the lines of production…”

“Then what?”

“That depends on if Jed has anything that he needs…or wants done while they’re on the road…”

The sound of the slow, steady drip of the cold water faucet in the kitchen drowned out the sound of all breathing in the dining room.

“Well, I suppose that depends on what Jedidiah needs…perhaps we should ask him.”

There was not a single closed mouth in the room, despite the fact that no one was speaking…or even breathing for an interminable amount of time.

Knowing looks and furtive glances shot across the room like bullets ricocheting in an alley.

“Ahhhhh…” Jed was clearly at a loss for words. “Elliott…are you sure that you’re OK with this?”

“It’s not really a question of what I think or want.”

“I gotta disagree with you on that…i would rather walk away from the whole thing before I would do anything to hurt you…ever.”

“What do you think it would be like here if you did? I don’t want this to be misunderstood, but really, you’d be doing me a favor. If Chianna and I are supposed to continue to be happily married, it has to be her choice on this one.”

“Don’t you get a say in this?”

“Sure I do; I can say no, or if you go, don’t come back. That’s like burning your bridges before  you cross them.”

“I can say ‘I forbid you to leave,’ in which case, even if she does stay, I’ll wish she had left.”

“Or I can say do what you think is right for you, and if that leads you back to me, I’ll know that you’re here for the right reasons, and if you don’t, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“But what are you feeling right now?” Leigh-Anne had been silent through all of it up until then, but somebody had to say it.

“OK, look…it’s like this…Chianna has to decide what she wants. I have chosen to love her unconditionally.”

“I would never betray her, or send her away, or give up on her, but frankly, if she wants to go off with you, then that’s what she should do…in fact you’d both be doing me a favor.”

Chianna gasped, and then began to sob like her heart was breaking.

 “If that hurts to hear me say that, then you know what I feel every day since you began rejecting me…. You take me for granted…maybe because I haven’t stood up for myself.”

“There’s no challenge.”

“I can’t even blame you for it any more…shit! I could never respect anybody who let me treat them the way you treat me, so who’s the fool?”

“It’s been one hell of a day and a night for all of us…and way past the point where we’d better stop before somebody says something they’re sorry for, or that they can’t take back.” Leigh-Anne certainly had a gift for putting everything in perspective.

“We’re all exhausted and it’s time to rest..not to fuck…to rest, and I think we all need to do that together, like six cats sleeping on a sofa…you know what I mean. They all touch each other just enough to make contact…to keep that connection, and pass it around.”

“We didn’t come this far just to give up because of one little mid-air collision…right?”

“The rest of the world is in ruin, and over half the population that we know of is dead. So if this doesn’t start out like summer camp in the Poconos, I suggest that we stop and think about what we do have here.”

“In spite of heartbreak and disappointment enough to send us all on our separate ways for…how long? We’re all back here for a reason, and maybe part of it is for all of us to help each other.”

“If we can all forgive…and never forget, we might just have a chance.”

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

Chapter 53

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what would that be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 49, Part Three

Twin Sisters of Different Mothers and Fathers

“Well, well, well…April Tremski…at long last. Now I have a better idea of who Jed, Elliott and Aimée have been talking about after all these years. You’re more than just a legend. And it’s a pleasure to meet you at last. Most folks call me ‘Rebel’.”

She started to hold out her hand, then thought the better of it, rolled her eyes, threw her hands up, and chuckled. “Well, I guess you can’t shake with a spirit…”

“Pleased to meet you too ‘Becca’, your reputation precedes you as  well…talk about legends!…Rebecca Steele?…formerly Jeannie Marquart?Jeannette D. Rogers?……although no relation to Aimée, except in all the most important ways.” April winked knowingly.

“Hey!…no one knows me by those names now!” she whispered, “…that could still get me killed…but then again, I guess their aren’t too many secrets where you come from.” Rebel seemed remarkably casual as she spoke with April.

“You came into Elliott’s life long after I was…well let’s just say…’out of the picture’…but from what I gather, it must have been fate that got you and Aimée together.”

“Ain’t that the truth…Aimée just walked into my shop one day…looking to get a new ‘tat’ and we hit it off right away. I had just opened up my shop, and needed an assistant, and she was looking for a better job.”

“Then I found out she is a very talented fee-hand artist in her own right…but do you know it wasn’t until…well…what was it, Honey?…maybe four weeks later?…’til I realized that Elliott was the dude that you had been talking about all along?”

“Although to tell the truth…she was the one he never got over…no offense, April…I got a feelin’ that you know what I mean though…hell, I do have to confess to missing that old bastard from time to time myself. He really is one in a million.”

Rebel mused for a moment, and then smiled broadly, adding “But I’m sure glad that we all got back together, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m not even sure that you are supposed to get over him…” Aimée sighed.

“The day I moved out, he couldn’t do enough to help me get settled into my new place, just like when we moved in together. Then he stopped on the causeway, and pulled out a picnic basket. It was incredibly romantic, but I thought it was completely inappropriate, considering that I was moving out…and we had not been getting along for a couple months at that point…and I was hurt and heartbroken, and then I realized that he was too.”

“He said he loved me too much to bicker over everyday bullshit…and that he felt that our love had been a beautiful romantic story, and that he knew in his heart that we would be better able to make it a romance again…that tragedy is poignant and beautiful too…and that no matter what, we would remember that afternoon.”

“And he was right…”

“We rekindled the Romance for anther four years…longer than two of his marriages lasted, in fact. Yes, we went our separate ways. I had to…you know what I mean…he could be an impossible, immature, selfish prick sometimes…he broke my heart, more than once.

I went all the way up to the Pacific Northwest just to get as far away as possible. Eventually, it was easier to go on with my life, and try to forget him, but when Jed got in touch, and told us where we were headed, I suddenly remembered that afternoon on the causeway…I told him a story about a woman who falls in Love, looses what turns out to be the love of her life (and his), and although she goes on with her life, has other lovers, and eventually marries, and has children…she eventually realizes that she still missed that one great love so long ago.”

”I didn’t want to be that woman. I was determined not to be that woman, but we can’t just will something to be true or not true just because we want it to be that way.”

“I’ve felt like a part of me was missing after that. The part that he discovered, that he showed me about myself…the part that he fell in love with…that I loved in him for seeing. No one can take that from either of us.”

“But to be honest, when Jed first came to us, I wasn’t sure what would make me unhappier…or sadder…to go and then realize that I couldn’t, or didn’t want to forgive him, or stay, and never know.”

“But it has been a great deal more than Romance that hangs in the balance.”

“Who could have known that we all would wind up here, and now?”

By this point, it was obvious that Elliotthadn’t gotten over them either, but the effect that this reunion with April had on him went beyond words, and the effect of the sound montage was overwhelming. Tears streamed down his face, but they were clearly tears of joy…and tragedy.

This was turning out to be a very remarkable weekend, to say the very least.

“Hey look, April…I don’t mean to seem coarse…people tend to think that I don’t have feelings, because of my previous line of work, but we were right in the middle of some serious fuckin’ and I would like to get back to it.”

“As I recall, Aimée was riding Elliott’s cock like a rented llama, and I don’t know if you…uh, well….” Rebel was surprisingly awkward for a moment.

“Let me offer a suggestion,” April interjected.

“As witches, you may anticipate what I would like to propose…”

“Wait!” Aimée broke in. “If anybody’s going to propose to Rebel, it should be me…No, come to think of it, maybe Rebel should propose…I don’t know…we’re very versatile that way.” Aimée spoke in a mock confidential tone.

(Only Aimée would even attempt to pull the leg of a disembodied spirit.)

“I had forgotten how much I enjoyed your humor, Aimée, but what I was leading up to is that, well, it’s Samhain…would you mind terribly if I ‘jumped in’ with you two for awhile?”

“Have you ever experienced that before?” April asked.

“I have a confession to make, Elliott…I know that you and Chianna used to invite spirits to join in…because I witnessed it a couple times…didn’t have the nerve to join in myself at that point…wasn’t sure that Chianna would be down with it if she knew it was me…”

“I know…I thought that I saw you standing in the shadows a couple times, but thought that it was just my imagination.” Elliott actually seemed to be relieved to know that he had been right. 

“Well, you were right on both fronts…it was me, but it’s ALL in your imagination…everything…you created the entire Universe within your mind.” April clearly enjoyed the Zen Kata, which was usually Elliott’s domain.

“So what do you ladies say? Mind if i jump in the mix?”

“Only if you agree to jump into Elliott too…think you’re up for a little gender-bending?” Aimée was forever the provocateur when it came to deviant behavior.

“Do I get a say in any of this?” Elliott was obviously amused.

“No…” (All three women were in unanimous agreement without a moment’s hesitation, but not without a few chuckles.)

“But only because we already know…and you’re outnumbered, in case you haven’t noticed.” With that, Rebel kissed Elliott deeply and passionately…for the first time ever. 

From the very beginning, they had both been in denial about being anything but ‘fuck buddies’ and they had tried to replace emotion with sexual frenzy, each one reluctant to express deeper feelings to the other.

As they continued to kiss, April jumped in. Rebel felt a quickening, a thrill…an electric tingle that passed from her to Elliott. Waves of emotion passed between the three of them.

As Elliott opened his eyes, he could see April’s face as well as Rebel’s.

“MMMMM…I think we are all going to really enjoy this.” Aimée purred as she lightly rubbed both of their backs.

April spoke through Rebel. “This is just the beginning.” 

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 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 49, Part One

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 45

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

(…but first, a slight aside)

Since the  the beginning of Time, Majik was divided into either ‘White’ or ‘Black’; as a result, the common misconception was that Witchcraft was the same as Satanism.

The European origins go back to Celtic and Pagan sources (usually referred to as Wicca) that also did not worship Satan, but Christianity kept rearing its ugly head to attribute ‘Devil-Worship’ to anything not related to Christian practices.

Cultural differences account for whether it was called ‘Lukumi de Babalu Aye’ or ‘Yoruba Omo Orisha,’ or ‘Los Guerreros de Babalu,’ ‘Santeria,’ ’Voodoo’, or even ‘Hoodoo;’ it called upon spirits called ‘Orichas’ or ‘Loa’ to conjure power for either benevolent or malevolent purposes as practiced by African and Caribbean Peoples.

For this reason, it is necessary to specify and purify one’s intentions before starting down this path, although one is not specifically protected from the deceptions and trickery of what might be considered ‘Evil’ or ‘Demonic’ entities.

When one opens oneself up to outside energies there is a certain calculated risk of invasion by trickery and deception by those with evil intent. Some Occult practitioners utilize Sentries or Guardians to stand watch over them during the invocation ceremonies, or during astral travel, when they are most vulnerable,.

Unfortunately, many practitioners of ‘White Majik’ have had their power watered down by endless limitations of concepts of ‘Purity’ or otherwise benign and useless, fearful nonsense.

Real, tangible Power is rarely exhibited by practitioners of White Magic, who, much like American Democrats, live in a world where only the Republicans who have no scruples can actually seize Power by ‘any means necessary’, and close their ranks when one of them is challenged, while the Democrats bicker over minutia and endlessly turn upon each other, waiting for the Republicans to lose, like dogs awaiting the scraps that fall from their masters’ tables.

The ability to control and manipulate one’s environment according to Will and Desire is real Power.

Aimée, Rebel, and Jed became familiar with an eclectic synthesis, or syncretized practices (not related to Satanism) that utilized these spirits and ‘Orishas’ to transcend the boundaries of the finite. The Living are limited in their powers, while those of the spirit realm lack physical bodies to accomplish common goals shared by both.

At The Home for Wayward Souls, (The source of The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil) these ‘Orisha’s’ were regarded like hobos jumping onto a moving train, except that once the hobos arrived, the train could fly. (Symbiosis, rather than Parasitism).

Aimée, Rebecca, and Elliott picked up their robes and followed Elliott to his guest quarters on the right side of the trailer used for the kitchen, pantry, and bathrooms. The master bedroom was located on the other side, where Chiana and Jed were discovering each other.

“Before Armageddon, we used to entertain quite a bit out here, but ever since the collapse of the world as we knew it, we haven’t had any guests visit us, and I can’t think of a more auspicious occasion than this” Elliott was proud of his compound, and this room was no exception.

In fact, this room occupied an entire storage container. It had windows cut into the sides, and the cut-outs were hinged so as to function as shutters, if needed.

The interior was paneled in locally harvested cypress, the floors were oak.

The most notable feature was the California King bed in the very center of the room. By not placing the head against a wall, it allowed entry from any angle (if you will pardon the pun).

This room had hosted many close encounters of the most personal kind, and if those walls could talk…well, that could fill at least one very intriguing novel itself.

Elliott had the foresight to turn on the air conditioner shortly before they arrived, because even if…their guests would still need accommodations.

“Well Doc, Aimée set you up with some pretty high expectations about how we should start, but unless you’ve lost your touch, you should be ‘up’ for the challenge…you already know that I will do my best to ensure that she is happy.”

Elliott’s cock was so hard it hurt, and truth be told, it had been quite a while since there had been any real passion in his life.

With that, Rebel pushed Elliott backwards onto the bed and straddled his hips in a flash. Aimée jumped next to Elliott’s head in a kneeling position, and began to excitedly whisper into his ear as Rebel began to very lightly brush her labia up and down along his cock.

“Now pay close attention to what happens next, Doc, because I’ve learned a thing or two since last we met, and the powers of the Moon are veery strong tonight. It will be many years before we see a convergence of a Blood Moon, a Blue Moon, and Samhain on the same weekend.”

“Aimée and I as well as Chiana, (once she gets her ya-ya’s back) are going to draw down the Moon and summons up the spirits of those not seen for many years now.”

Aimée continued “We have the ability to gain immense power through providing our bodies to do their bidding, but be sure we are only vehicles to those seeking to empower Compassion, Love, Rapture, Illumination, Satsang, and Moksha.”

“Through Kundalini and Tantric, we can merge the Sephiroth with the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.”

“We act as lightning rods for energies that reinforce certain frequencies and resonate them by preparing ourselves as vessels to coalesce those energies compatible with our purpose.”

“As part of our preparation for those events we also do a lot of fucking in the process,” Rebel added.

“It revs your motor if you do it right. I know you remember discussing the use of Tantric to raise, rather than dissipate your vital life forces” Aimée recalled.

“We’re gonna do a lot of both, by the way” Rebel interjected.

“So before I tip you right over the edge, I’m gonna let you use some of that fine, high-level chi that you’ve been building up inside you to help bring me up to the next level, so we can pass it back and forth as we charge each other up another notch each time.”

With that, Rebel walked on her knees up to Elliott’s face, being careful to keep just out of reach of his all-too-eager tongue, taunting him. “Not so fast, Darlin’…savor the moment…drink in the smell…I recall you got the nose of a hound-dog…used to call it ‘the bouquet of the human flower’. First time you called it that I liked to laugh my fuckin’ ass off…”

Elliott relaxed his neck and let his head fall back onto the bed as he inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

She was right, of course.

With each of Elliott’s inhalation, Rebel would breathe out, and writhe slightly just above his face. Both were exchanging the energy back and forth between them, building upon each other’s energy and desire.

She continued to grind and gyrate her hips provocatively before suddenly planting her snatch onto his face, moaning slightly and taunting him.

“Show me how much you missed me, Darlin’…give back just a little of what we’ve been giving you…pass it on.”

Rebel had always preferred a ‘Brazilian’ trim on her mons. Just a ‘landing strip’ of short, neatly trimmed hairs, and ‘smooth as a baby’s ass’ on everything south of her little patch.

He continued to lick and suck on her pussy while Aimée continued to give him verbal encouragement.

“OK, now sit up and get on your knees and sit back on your heels while Becca wraps her legs around your waist. Put your hands around her ass while she puts her hands around your neck.” Aimée instructed.

She was referring to one of the primary positions of Tantric. It allowed its practitioners to gradually increase the sexual excitement between them without reaching orgasm. The tension generated huge amounts of energy, and by communing in this way, as they passed the energy back and forth, eventually they would reach a spiritual and emotional orgasm of a magnitude unknown to anyone else.

Taoists practice this in a similar fashion, but believe that by refraining from the physical orgasm, they retained their vital essences and energies, and experienced a form of life extension as well as consciousness expansion.

They however, in their syncretized practices would most definitely not be withholding any orgasms of any kind, but in building and passing the stored energies, like human capacitors, would experience a massive, shuddering discharge of mind-altering proportions.

All in good time.

 Chazz Vincent

05/23/2020

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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 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 42

Meanwhile…in a Shared Separate Reality….

Chianna led Jedidiah back to the house more excited than she could remember being in a very long time. In fact, she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had felt much of anything except for resignation.

Under normal circumstances, people do not allow themselves to acknowledge these feelings, and they suffer for it.

Guilt, denial, and social conditioning prevent us from doing so.

The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was so named because it’s discoverer, Merlin believed that whatever was responsible for imparting Sentience to Humans was a quantum leap in consciousness that smacked of outside intervention (possibly chemical) and the Bible (for what it’s worth as an attempt to account for the nature of our existence) specifically attempts to demonize The Serpent as either Satan, or one of his emissaries, despite the fact that the Old Testament rarely made any references to The Dark Lord, which appears to be largely a Christian invention.

God was pissed because his pet monkeys went and got…well, human, declaring “ …they think that they are like Us…” 

Us?

It seemed that Sentience was not a part of God’s plan for mankind.  

One of the functions of The Knowledge is it’s ability to allow its user to see everything exactly as it is. ‘…just this, only this.’ Somehow,, it facilitates a separation of all of the component parts of any event, any phenomenon, to a point approaching fragmentation of all incoming stimuli.

To wit: even the most seemingly innocuous event can trigger occult associations of previous similar events, or emotions or other sequelae into slices or fractions of its overall composition, like an autopsy or post-mortem, often exposing the fallacy, the hypocrisy, the faulty associations, incorrect assumptions, and even cruelty of all its component parts.

Perhaps even more usefully, it also connects the dots, or fills in the missing information to identify, expose, or suggest associations not previously apparent as to what is real, and what is not real, what is true from what is not true.

It also has the reputation of “re-booting your entire table of contents” of every event that has ever happened in your life.

It is not either especially cruel, or falsely conciliatory or hopeful because it is pure truth, devoid of the hypnotism of the interlocking series of self-sustaining lies built upon a foundation of Fear that supports virtually every institution of every culture or society since the beginning of time.

The exhilaration of being lifted up from the dank, cavernous swamp of Duḥkha, freed of Samsari is so liberating and joyous that only the word Rapture comes close in its description.

Which is, of course a great inspiration for the most glorious fucking that you have ever experienced; suddenly liberated from Guilt, Shame, embarrassment, self-consciousness, and Fear, Sex is the ultimate expression of physical joy, attempting to mirror the ultimate realization of The Knowing.

In this way, it is not Desire born out of need, but rather of Joy, a vehicle to catapult  it’s initiates beyond the Veil of Tears.

Chianna was dripping wet with anticipation as she drew Jed into their shower. “I want us to be completely clean before we get as dirty as we want.”

The water was hot, and steam filled the room as she grabbed a bar of scented soap that she had set aside in anticipation of this moment.

Her hands rubbed the soap to produce a thick, luxurious lather that she applied to his cock, his balls and his ass before rinsing him off, and as she began to suck his cock, she rubbed the soap all over her tits and armpits, then her hungry cunt and ass, never stopping a relentless ballet of licking, sucking, and swallowing as she forced his long, hard cock further and further down her throat.

“Ahhhhh…oh God! Please slow down just a little or else I’m going to cum in about five seconds! Oh shit! I mean it…I wanted to be able to really take my time to pleasure you…and…uh…”

Somehow she managed to utter “Go ahead…I want you to…” as she stuck her soapy middle finger up his asshole, searching for his prostate like a heat-seeking missile.

She felt his anus clench, then relax just very briefly before wave after wave of paroxysms wracked his body. As it did, Chianna only intensified her violation of Jed’s ass.

Then she felt the violent spasms producing waves of semen gushing down her throat as she swallowed his throbbing cock completely.

He was still twitching slightly as she slid the rest of him out of her mouth. She almost started to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, then thought the better of it, and lightly drew her fingers across her lips, then smiled as she looked up to Jed, who was sliding downwards with his back against the shower wall.

His eyes were glazed, and his mouth hung open. He sighed deeply.“You know that this is only the beginning…right? Jed looked ecstatic, albeit slightly shaken, and yet amazingly calm. He appeared to be surrounded by an electric-blue envelope of light.

“I certainly hope so…unless it’s just the usual five or six quick ones and then off to see the boys…” Chianna shook her head joyously to throw off the water from her beautiful mane of dark brown hair.

“Oh yeah…me too, but I meant, well, The Knowing…it gets a whole lot more intense…sometimes it gets to be overwhelming…and it doesn’t stop for almost twelve hours…nothing really scary, or sinister, at least for most people…you’ve got nothing to worry about, not from what I perceive in you…everything connects to everything else, and then comes back around again…just let it come to you….”

“What I would like more than about anything would be to perceive that long, beautiful cock deep inside me…but no rush, no pressure…seriously though, I can’t believe this is all happening so fast…I hope that you don’t feel awkward about Elliott. I think that he’s actually relieved by this, to tell you the truth.”

“He knows that I would never do anything to hurt him…at least I hope so. Our intention was to utilize his talents, and reputation, but we were seriously concerned that you would feel threatened by the history that we have together…who knew?”

“Well, you changed all that, now didn’t you? Neither one of us could have anticipated this, and it’s not like we have to hide anything…and well, maybe this will save our marriage…I have no intention of…”

“And me neither…don’t get me wrong…but I know that ‘The Knowledge’ will help give us the insight to see how this will fit together for all of us.”

“To tell you the truth, I can’t claim to have been very supportive about Elliott’s obsession with Polyamory…we were swingers before we were even a couple, but I never felt any kind of feelings for any of our playmates. The were just live sex toys to me. That’s how I dealt with it.”

“So I can assume that it’s not all just physical?”

“Well, I thought that was all it was…maybe I hoped it was…I don’t know…”

“Actually, I meant that you are also gaining some insight into your own psyche, right?”

“Yes, of course. It doesn’t threaten me now to reflect on things like how my mother fucked my head all up with her vicious bullshit. Some of it has been buried so deeply that I didn’t even see what it had done to me…shit, most of my family is just plain out of their minds, now that I look at it with new eyes.”

“Well, you’re not alone there. None of us are. Most of the trappings of Culture, Religion, and societal norms are just a way of controlling the population to benefit the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men…and their primary weapon of choice is Fear.”

“You know, right now I’d really appreciate it if you can just hold me for a little while as I let this all sink in…and give you a chance to catch your breath…I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but…maybe in a little while we could pick up where we left off?” she asked.

Chianna noticed that it looked like it might not take all that long, after all.

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 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; ch. 35

The Knowledge of Good and Evil

As the shadows began to lengthen, the sun no longer shone straight down into the center court. As the intensity of the light under the canopy of the hanging gardens began to lessen, it was quite obvious that everyone was beginning to really see the visual effects that Aimée had so meticulously described earlier in the day.

But the visual effects were pale in comparison to the mental, psychological, and emotional products of this drug.

Complex relationships between empirical data and research, theories, philosophy, and every single anecdotal experience that you may have thought was long forgotten suddenly seemed to be interconnected in ways you could not possibly assimilate or anticipate in ten lifetimes.

That is because The Knowledge had a reputation for restoring long-buried engrams and their neurological connections in a way that had been described as ‘Re-booting your Table of Contents.’

In a computer, if the Table of Contents becomes corrupted it becomes virtually impossible to access the information stored there, rendering it useless.

Human brains, on the other hand, have an ability to interpolate and draw conclusions or cross-reference data (experience) in ways not commonly possible with most computers.

But it is somewhat random or haphazard insofar as the thinker may perceive a commonality between two seemingly unrelated subjects or experiences, or simple facts that would not have been identified as being related, but with the assistance of The Knowledge, everything becomes connected.

The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle is based upon the concept that, for instance, by simply observing, or measuring a phenomenon, it becomes altered by the observer.

It is also further postulated that the observer may interject prejudgements or may be unable to discern the difference between allegedly causal relationships and mere synchronicity, i.e. ‘after this, therefore because of this’ or in Latin ‘Sic hoc ergo propter hoc.’

And although in purely analytical and empirical terms, this is a distinct danger, it has the potential to also account for creativity and insight to which virtually all computers (at this time) are incapable.

Courtesy of The Knowledge, your ability to access everything and anything that you have either experienced or learned and connect the dots by inferring or assuming the commonality between seemingly unrelated data represents a quantum leap in human intelligence not normally possible via computers.

All neurological impulses are governed and transmitted by neurotransmission and neuromodulator chemicals, most notably acetylcholine and acetylcholinesterase.

In addition serotonin, glutamate, GABA, dopamine, and norepinephrine are linked to the thought process, anxiety, depression, and even relaxation.

Additionally, neuropeptides are responsible for regulating brain activity, including analgesia, reward, food intake, metabolism, reproduction, social behaviors, learning and memory, as well as emotional responses.

The chemist responsible for discovering the effects of what was to become called The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was developing a next-generation antidepressant when he noticed some intriguing properties of one of the bi-products of its synthesis.

Since it was considered to be a waste product, his access to large quantities of it went completely unnoticed by the manufacturer.

After additional research and fine-tuning, several analogs and numerous isomers later, The Knowledge (the short nickname) was perfected.

A threshold dose was approximately one hundred micrograms. Within eighteen months, its creator had produced enough of it to dose the entire world daily for over one hundred years.

Since it was clear that the government would undoubtedly declare it to be a schedule one controlled substance, like LSD, MDMA, psilocybin, et al,

he decided to hide it on the grounds of a New-Age religious group called The Home for Wayward Souls, of which he was a founding member.

Between the legal complications of protection of religious freedoms and a very thorough screening process of anyone being considered to receive it, even rumors of the existence of the drug were kept to a minimum.

Regardless, even if the DEA had known what they were looking for, it is doubtful that they could ever find it, given the extensive grounds and outbuildings that comprised the entire complex, often called The Sanctuary.

Then came the Armageddon Virus…and no more DEA, FBI, or CIA. 

Jed and his accomplices (aka: The Three Winds) had become semi-regular attendees at The Sanctuary and courtesy of his preternatural talents for barter, had acquired a considerable quantity (“Just in case…”).

Neither Merle, nor Ash would ever sell any of it, but they had a great respect for Jed and his entourage, and wanted to allow them the opportunity to help make the world a better place, which they all believed themselves to be doing.

So there they were, perched on the edge of a precipice of truly mind-boggling proportions in every direction.

Would they confirm their hopes that this was to be a positive, creative, and profitable enterprise for all parties concerned?

The unexpected chemistry between Chianna and Jed had altered their original paradigm, where it was believed that Chianna would prove to be the wild-card as far as liking and accepting everyone else, as well as their modus operandi (and history). 

Now, there was little doubt that she and Jed would be exploring any number of possibilities, but the long-term compatibilities would take time before they could be determined.

Everyone else had already experienced the push-pull, or waxing and waning of their mutual infatuations long ago. 

Although she had proven to be an unexpectedly different sort of wild card, they wondered if Elliott would be the one having to deal with jealousy issues.

A week ago, they would have all said “Never! It’s not in his programming to be jealous.” but that seemed like a very long time ago now.

And although Elliott seemed to be cautious or guarded in terms of expressing his emotions regarding the three women who had once been lovers in past times, he was surprisingly good-natured about Chiana’s behavior with Jed.

“Wise move, Elliott” was all Leigh-Ann would allow herself to even think; she alone was the one guided more by reason than emotion, and she was definitely keeping her cards close to her chest. 

“You gotta give action if you want to get action.”

Most of all, it was Leigh-Anne who seemed to enjoy how Elliott was struggling with knowing what it was like for the glove to be on the other hand. Although he often suffered most from the poor choices he had made, he could be one smug bastard, or so he made it appear.

“You will learn from this, and in the process, your character will be defined in ways you cannot yet imagine…I just hope it doesn’t break your heart the way you did ours.”

The next twenty-four hours would probably see the answers to all these questions revealed.

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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