Chapter 66

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

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

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

“I’m game…ready to play?”

Jed held the bottle of bright-blue capsules aloft.

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

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

It was Saturday.

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

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

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

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

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

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! What’s up, Toots?”

“What’s up Boop?”

“What’s up Betty?”

“What’s up April?”

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

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

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

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

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

Chapter 65

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

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

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

“I’m game…ready to play?”

Jed held the bottle of bright-blue capsules aloft.

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

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

It was Saturday.

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

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

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

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

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

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! What’s up, Toots?”

“What’s up Boop?”

“What’s up Betty?”

“What’s up April?”

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

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

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

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

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

Chapter 61

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

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

Elliott and Chianna were quick to offer their hospitality.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not even Chianna.

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

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

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Chapter 58

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

Degrees, Once Again: Chapter 57

The Bodhisattva Way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before receiving the calling of the Bodhisattva Way.

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

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

Selah…Connection…Forever.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

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 54

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was exquisite just enjoying each other’s company.

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

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

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

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

Subtlety and understatement was very, very attractive on Elliott.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A split second in Eternity. 

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

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

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

Unless perhaps you are a bodhisattva…

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

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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

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

Chapter 53

“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 51

Don’t pretend You Didn’t See this Coming

CHAPTER 51

With the dawn, came a new twist.

“April…” (Aimée and Rebel were speaking in unison again.)

“We’ve got a favor to ask…we’ve been thinking…we think it’s Elliott’s turn.”

“Haha! Do you know that I’ve never ‘jumped in’ on a man in a sexual setting? You may be surprised to hear this, but the only contemporary cultures that use sex as a vehicle for uniting with the spirit world are Caribbean and African Santeria and Voodoo.” April’s freestanding image was becoming clearer and more distinct, less translucent, almost as if it were solid.

“Don’t get me wrong…I would love to be inside Elliott while he was inside either of you. I think we are in agreement about being curious about what it’s like to have a cock.” the glow surrounding April began to pulse.

April remembered her experiences at The Home for Wayward Souls, the South-Florida new-age religious cult, and their explorations into Universal Mind and Cosmic Consciousness, or One Mind.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea…How about while you and Elliott are screwing Aimée if I pegged you two?” Rebel suggested.

“What?!?!” Elliott’s reaction was predictably shocked. 

Aimée and April just giggled and shook their heads. 

“Look, Doc…we all know that you’re quite the stud, even with a few extra miles on you…but nobody has to know…it’s not like we’re going to tell anyone, and besides…ain’t you just a little bit curious…about what it’s like?” Rebel seemed for a moment to enjoy Elliott’s discomfort.

“I promise I’ll be real gentle, and slow…at least at first.” Rebel purred seductively.

Aimée and April were besides themselves, both of them also enjoying Elliott’s alarm and awkward discomfort.

“What’s wrong, Doc? Doncha’ trust me? I let you do it to me…I thought turn-about was fair play….” Rebel showed a sly smirk, playing the provocateur, as she dragged her fingernails from his neck up to his face.

She had the deepest, darkest eyes that you could just fall into and never escape. She smiled coyly. Few people ever saw either the tenderness, or the depth she possessed within her, but most people never looked.

It is doubtful that most of the men that had ever fucked her even knew the color of her eyes, or cared what she thought or felt.

Then again, she did a lot to discourage them.

“Well, Boss…do you want to share anything with us?” (Aimée seemed to be leading the witness.) “…Or should I?”

“Come on…El…you’ve got nothing to hide from us, from the sound of it…” April chimed in. “Why not let Rebel in on it…she’s obviously not going to judge you…even though you never told me about Aimée…”

“So I guess I’m the only one who hasn’t…is that right Doc? Have you been holding out on me? And Aimée? You never mentioned it….” Rebel pretended to pout, and stuck out her bottom lip.

“Well, first off, you never asked, or tried…I’m very shy in that regard…I don’t just ‘volunteer’ or suggest it unless…well, in fact, come to think of it, we really never got around to the subject…and besides, I didn’t want you to think of me as a ‘sissy’….” Elliott’s embarrassment was obvious; it bordered on abject shame.

  “Really? Darlin,’ let me tell you something…I don’t think that anyone in this room would question the fact that I have had more experience with men than everyone else in this entire room…and probably with a couple extra rooms thrown in for good measure.”

“And I can tell you for an absolute fact that even the biggest, baddest, most notorious so-called studs in the industry…or the bikers I have known have got all kinds of embarrassing secrets much worse than that.”

“You poor Men and your fragile egos!” Rebel rarely exposed her sensitive side, or empathy, and was in no danger of being thought of as ‘deep’ or philosophical.

And yet, in that moment, she recognized something within herself that she had never realized before…never allowed herself to acknowledge, about her own pain and fears, and it left her so visibly effected that it was like a mask had been lifted from her face and she was forever changed by it.

Her dark, sultry, and hardened demeanor was replaced by a radiance, a glow of lovingkindness and sweetness of character that was most noticeable in her beautiful eyes and mouth.

The Knowledge of Good and Evil had enabled her to lose her fear of her own vulnerability, and it produced an effect not unlike watching a time-lapse recording of a flower blossoming that would continue for the rest of her life.

This profound realization was suddenly shared by all of them, wordlessly as each one of them took it to heart.

“Oh…my…God! And to think that in my smug complacency I thought that by ‘crossing the Abyss’ that the secrets of the universe had all been revealed to me!

As April spoke, beneath the glowing, pulsations coming from her, she appeared almost solid, and the radiance she emitted caused Elliott to feel like he was standing on the edge of an Event Horizon.

Like two perpendicular halos, or accretion discs, everyone could feel her drawing them in, like a gravitational force, in spirit.

“It’s time…” She said.

“…to talk of many things…of shoes and ships and sealing wax…and cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot…and whether pigs have wings…”

Elliott’s attempt at humor, although totally inappropriate at that precise moment, nonetheless elicited a faint smile from April, and a nostalgic chuckle from Aimée.

‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’ as well as just about everything by Lewis Carroll had been a favorite of Elliott’s, but this was clearly not the time for that.

“…to reunite with our fellow travelers.” April needed to bring the subjectmatter back to earth for a moment.

“You need food and hydration, and there is much to discuss amongst yourselves.”

“After that, you can re-boot ‘The Knowledge’ and, as they say ‘Begin Again.”

“Besides, LeighAnn and Mordecai are headed this way.”

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 50

BLOOD MOON/BLUE MOON

LUNAR ECLIPSE

SAMHAIN

BLESSINGS BE

As Elliott continued to stare into their eyes, Rebel’s face continued to change, almost as if it were a very thick liquid, or a very pliable solid. Although he saw glimpses of both Rebel and April’s faces, neither one became distinctly visible as either one or the other, and when they spoke, it sounded blended, and the envelope (shape) of the words gave it the sound of being played backwards (back-masking).

When they opened their mouth to speak, behind their voices, a very bizarre howling or roaring sound, like a chorus of voices, or the wind could be heard in the background.

Rebel’s body did not change however, and she pulled Elliott backward on top of her. She was still very much enthralled by the quickening, something like when a woman feels the first stirrings of life within her when she becomes pregnant, but also a rush…a tingle like an electric current not unlike cocaine, or amphetamines stimulating every nerve in Rebel’s body.

“Jesus Christ Doc! This is better than drugs! April is welcome to visit me anytime she wants…I know you’re right here, April, and I don’t mean to speak about you in the third person, so forgive me for being rude until I figure out how to express myself separately.”

“After all, I can’t see you right this minute, even though sometimes i’m feeling like I’m seeing things through your eyes, but don’t hesitate to just speak up whenever you feel like it.”

“Thanks ‘Becca…I know it’s a little strange to be talking to each other and to ourselves at the same time…do you think you would like for Elliott to fuck us for awhile?”

“Hell yes! I already feel so good with you inside me…talk about double penetration…enjoy yourself all you want. It’s fuckin’ great for me too.”

“I’m going to try to act out through your body from time to time, so if you feel yourself being pulled in one direction or another, or you feel any kind of desire, just let yourself go, and let’s see where it leads us, OK?”

“OOOOOOOOOOO…Elliott! I can feel that through both of you! Aimée exclaimed.

As Aimée caressed and kissed both of them, it looked like something between glitter, quicksilver, and neon covering not only both of them, but as Aimée touched them, it stuck to her hands and she began to rub it all over her body as all three (four) of them were bathed in luminescence.

She also began to rub Elliott as well, although most of her attentions were centered around his cock, as she began to guide it towards Rebel’s wet, open cunt.

“Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands…Ahhhhhh!!!” 

Rebel had an uncanny habit of quoting the Bible at the most unusual, unexpected and unnerving times.

It was a product of her early years spent living with her grandmother, and was steeped in and intertwined with generous amounts of hillbilly superstition.

“Same rules, Doc…don’t cum…not yet…” As rebel spoke, April’s voice was apparent as well.

April took turns jumping from either Aimée or Rebecca to whomever had Elliott’s cock inside her as both women also recited incantations, spells and invocations to draw down the Moon.

They crossed back and forth over the thin lines between Illumination, Ecstasy, and Delirium freely and without reservation or fear until sometime after dawn.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

copyright  ©  March 11th, 2021  

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