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Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 50

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on July 12, 2020 by dreamlanddancing





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! Amy exclaimed.

As Amy caressed and kissed both of them, it looked like something between glitter, quicksilver, and neon covering not only both of them, but as Amy 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 and unexpected 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 Amy 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.

Chazz Vincent


Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 49, Part Three

Posted in Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on July 8, 2020 by dreamlanddancing


Twin Sisters of Different Mothers and Fathers



“Well, well, well…April Tremski…at long last. Now I have a better idea of who Elliott and Amy 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 Jeannette D. Rogers…although no relation to Amy, except in all the most important ways.” April winked knowingly.

“Hey!…no one knows…” she whispered, “…that could still get me killed…but 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 Amy together.”

“Ain’t that the truth…Amy 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…he was the one she 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…” Amy 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 went all the way up to the Pacific Northwest just to get as far away as possible. LeighAnn went to Arizona, but she already had plans.”

“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.”

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

By this point, it was obvious that Elliott hadn’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.

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, Amy 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!” Amy 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.” Amy spoke in a mock confidential tone.

Only Amy would even attempt to pull the leg of a disembodied spirit.

“I had forgotten how much I enjoyed your humor, Amy, 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 Chiana 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 Chiana 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?” Amy 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 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.” Amy purred as she lightly rubbed both of their backs.

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



Chazz Vincent


Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 49, Part One

Posted in Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on July 6, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

April in October: Samhain Lifts the Veil



Betty had saved her encounter with Elliott until last, for several reasons.

First of all, there had always been an undercurrent of competition between April and Amy. They were not friends especially, nor were they enemies.

April resented when Amy would attempt to divert Elliott’s attention from her, the band, or the music. She was always welcome to sit in on their sessions, but April felt as if the time that she and Elliott spent together playing music was very special, and intimate, because she had all of Elliott’s attention by virtue of the music.

It was the only time that she felt that they were above the distractions of everyday life, and she did everything that she could to prevent any intrusions, especially with Amy’s penchant for Drama.

But lastly, and most importantly, they both were in love Elliott. Their entire overlapping circles of friendships were essentially practicing Polyamorists, long before the term came into common parlance.

(Most of the other terms were not nearly so generous back then.)

The real rub between them was because they both wished to be Elliott’s primary as he was each of their primary loves.

It is normal to experience some degree of jealousy within polyamorous relationships, and it is probably the biggest stumbling block to the long-term success of those relationships.

“Triads” tend to come and go (and sometimes come back again and again) like seasons of the year.

April had never met Rebecca before.

When last we saw the trio, Elliott and Rebel were ramping up the event with Tantric, as they took turns passing back the intense chi that they were creating, as Amy participated as Director/Participant while Elliott and Rebel remained coupled in successive positions.

The primary goal was to make sure that Elliott did not experience an orgasm for as long as possible, but this is where Tantric And Taoist practices and philosophies differ.

Taoists attempt to delay the orgasm for both, but only the male attempts to not ejaculate at all, and the females are not prohibited from reaching as many climaxes as they desire.

In Tantric and the Tao, the goal is to achieve mutual whole-body/mind spiritual/emotional climaxes by virtue of tremendous discipline and control, and admittedly, it is easier to maintain and control with three lovers, rather than just two, in order to not loose control as long as all parties cooperate.

Also, as Pagan Witches, they tended to bring their own party with them.

Not only were Amy and Rebel long-time lovers who had shared more than a few men together, but they were already deep into the summonsing and incantations most appropriate for Samhain, when the veil between the Living and the Dead is almost non-existent and both are encouraged to cross over to commune, cavort, and coexist.

Visions of indescribable Beauty as well as Power surrounded the trio as they became further entranced within the rituals. They would reach a plateau, rest and exchange affectionate play to heighten the anticipation, then resume.

Once it was apparent that Elliott was able to control himself enough not to ejaculate, it was agreed that he should “change riders” and Amy lowered herself onto Elliott’s cock while Rebel caressed and kissed the two of them.

When she mounted him, she let out a deep, guttural moan as her full, pendulous breasts heaved and swung over his face.

She remembered the hold that she had on him years ago, and how “…To Be the Hero of One’s own Hero is to Steal Fire from the God’s…”

She remembered how completely they had surrendered themselves to each other, ever sensing the tragic danger infused into their every waking minute, knowing full well that they would never look away or abandon their hearts to fear, no matter what the outcome.

All the years, all the longings and regrets disappeared as she slowly and carefully pushed herself further down onto his rigid member, neither of them daring to move as waves of pleasure rolled over both of them.

Longings, regrets, and more than a few serious resentments continued to surface in Amy’s mind until she realized that they only came when she closed her eyes…when she looked into his, it all went away.

Thousands of long-forgotten joyous memories passed between them. A sort of sticky, electric tactile discharge arced everywhere they touched, or came in close proximity, and they looked like they were covered in St. Elmo’s Fire.

Psychotropic and psychedelic drugs isolate, and can even amplify these emotions which are frequently so intense that they just boil over into tears for lack of any other manifestation as Tears of Joy flowed down both of their faces, which were changing almost constantly.

Animal forms, ancient forms, themselves in advanced age, but always recognizable as themselves, lurking underneath the veil.

A split-second in eternity. Standing on the precipice of the volcano, ready to jump into the fire, prolonging the ecstasy, not moving so as to cautiously avoid going over the edge, they stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

They both saw themselves reflected in each other’s eyes for the briefest, most fleeting of moments…

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Rebel slapped Elliott’s face very hard.

“Sorry Doc, but I just wanted to make sure you don’t cum…So don’t cum, mutherfukker!…OK…?” She was laughing hysterically, but Elliott’s face still stung all the same.

Although both Amy and Elliott were absolutely shocked, Rebel’s plan worked very well.

Tantric practitioners aspire to take days, even an entire weekend of “Edging” with remarkable results, although admittedly not with such unusual methods.

At first, they barely noticed Betty’s arrival, as she seemed to almost imperceptibly fade into a scene replete with many images and entities.


Chazz Vincent





Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 48

Posted in Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil, the willing suspension of disbelief on June 10, 2020 by dreamlanddancing



Mordecai the Scientist, Philosopher, and Benefactor



Mordecai was the first to answer.

“(We teach you how to communicate, as well as observe other parallel dimensions either adjacent or coexistent to you, or at least eventually, but first you need to know how to access wormholes within your intellectual universe.)”

Perhaps more than ever, it might be a good time to more correctly call them ‘Einstein-Rosen bridges.’

“(The idea of having wormholes in one’s brain is so universally repugnant that it more or less displaces the entire intellectual concept, which is really no more difficult than understanding the Quantum. We call them wormholes because they are a series of shortcuts in your brain; new associations and new neural pathways.” 

“(In case you were thinking that maybe you can’t understand Quantum Theory, just remember that ‘The Knowledge’ is and will continue to enable you to make many advances in your ability to conceptualize virtually any concept or theory proposed by Humans…before going into the really useful stuff.)”

“(You will continue to experience sudden, unexpected accelerations of your comprehension of your known universe for about two hours. Some people find the initial experience to be unsettling or even extremely unpleasant, but you won’t.)”

“(Think of it as a roller-coaster ride for your brain.)” April winked at LeighAnn as she ‘heard’ her send the message “(Of course I remember that you love roller-coasters…just in case you were wondering if it really is ‘Me’ …)”

“(Sometimes it has been described as suddenly realizing that you have been daydreaming about something that an hour ago, you didn’t even know existed.)”

“(But there’s plenty of time for that later…much later in fact, and you will see what I mean in due time. Right now, your brain is re-organizing itself to connect all the dots…not just memory, but the way that you cross-reference, and therefore access it, as well as the way that you associate seemingly random information into useful concepts.)”

“(Don’t get me wrong, but why? Why me? Why us? What difference do any of our lives make in the universe?)” LeighAnn asked. 

“(Individually, as you see yourself, not much, but you are all connected to each other by your previous karma, as well as the karma that brought you together all those years ago.)”

“(You have the opportunity to tap into the ‘Cosmic Consciousness’ of ‘One Mind” as well as the ‘Akashic Chronicle.’)”

“(I know that you realize that all life is connected, at least here, but all life, all energy, all matter in all dimensions, or planes, or parallel universes as well.)”

“(There are consequences for everything, and it’s time again for us to tip the scales a bit, before you fuck up your entire planet.)”

The ‘Armageddon Virus’ was a way of rebooting and resetting the natural order of everything. We had nothing to do with it, by the way, any more than we had anything to do with the Stuxnet Virus.

“(The alliance of the nations that were responsible for the Twenty-plus years of recruiting, planning and executing the Armageddon Virus as well as the attacks on all the Federal Reserve Banks  brought Western Civilization to its knees, financially, industrially, militarily, and Artistically as well as Intellectually.)”

“(They ended up destroying each other shortly afterwards due to the nature of such nefarious activities fueled by excessive suspicion, but by then, the damage was already done.)”

“(It removed the separations between the haves and the have-nots, and ‘Natural Selection’ and ‘Survival of the Fittest’ have once again become the prime determinants. You could say that was the good news as well as the bad news, depending. )”

“(And in the process, it disrupted the inheritance of the power of ‘The tyranny of evil men’ and ‘The inequities of the Selfish’)” 

“(Compassion is a function not only of intellect, but also of Sentience, and Evolution. Although by our standards, Mankind is about as evolved as, well, a pet dog, for instance…and yes, I appreciate the irony, but we’ve been doing it this way for a while now.)”

“(Sometimes we have set certain things in motion, but usually, we just wait until you do it yourself, and then we tip the scales in a different direction to see what you will do with the opportunity.)”

“(Somewhere between lab rats and the beloved family dog. If it sounds condescending, think of how you regard all animals. There is just as much difference between you and us. We just treat you better than you treat most animals. Of course, we treat most animals better than you treat most of your fellow humans.)”

“(Sometimes, it might be more accurate to say that we regard you as being like an amusement ride at a carnival. Flesh is weak and comes and goes, but energy…even thoughts, cannot be destroyed or lost, merely changed in form.)”

“(You cling to your mortal existence because your minds and spirits are by comparison, under-developed. Also, you have no clue as to what happens after your body dies, and every wannabe snake oil or lightening rod salesman trying to impersonate a holy man is just preaching out of their ass if they try to tell you that they know…at least most of them, most of the time.)”

“(Those beings that have evolved into an almost eternal form do not occupy physical bodies most of the time, but acting out in a physical body is like a vacation, plus it reminds us that all life began within a physical, bio-chemical chain reaction of self-replicating DNA.)”

“(Sometimes, it’s also an intriguing adventure…especially if you’re having sex at the time. I can’t deny that as being what most of us miss the most, and if your guard is down, and your consciousness is tweaked, it can be a very enjoyable, symbiotic experience for all parties.)”

“(But right here, right now, you are embarking on an adventure involving a series of interlocking truths that will be involving all of you on one level or another. Nothing truly ‘cosmic’ and the chances are, you won’t be saving your planet, your solar system, or your galaxy, at least for what you would consider a very long time.)”

“(And this is VERY important…and it depends upon your outlook as to whether this is something to make you happy or not, but there is no ‘Magic’ in terms of anything ‘Supernatural’…)”

“(I’ll let you digest that for just a moment, considering that right now, you are either communicating telepathically with  pan-dimensional being capable of shape-shifting, OR you are just talking with a dog…, OR you have gone completely insane.)”

“(So even though the correct answer is ‘telepathic pan-dimensional being’, it’s all Science, not Magic.)”

“(Keep in mind that when ‘Modern’ Man views descriptions of observations  made by ancient people describing their ‘God’s’ doing amazing ‘Supernatural’ things, they call it legend or folklore, until very recently, when the ‘Ancient Astronauts’ ideation took hold, at least in the Scientific, rather the Religious communities.)”

“(Modern man’s marginalization of everything ancient has made a fool of him. Like claiming/assuming that the pyramids of Egypt were  burial tombs, while ignoring or disregarding their effects of focusing energy, or the Lay Lines of the Earth.) or the fact that there were no burial chambers to be found as is evidenced in actual Egyptian tombs)”

“(The fact is that Ancient Man may have been mesmerized by the appearance of one of ‘Us’ and ended up inventing countless religions to replicate something of which he possessed not a shred of understanding or comprehension.)”

“(Yesterdays’s ‘Magic’ is Tomorrow’s Science.)”

“(This is not to say that the ‘Occult’ does not hold hidden ways of power. Talismans, Icons, Symbols, Tools, Weapons, Animals, other people, or even yourselves can hold energies that we imbue into them like electronic capacitors. There is an art to channeling, harnessing, and manipulating those energies at will to accomplish extraordinary feats.)”

“(Just because some ‘scientists’ are unable to devise a way to measure or document these energies, let alone control them doesn’t mean that nothing is there. You can’t measure wind speed and direction with a Volt-Ohm meter, but the wind is still there and cannot be denied.)”

“(Anyone who refuses to accept that concept probably needs to have their IQ measured with a tire pressure gauge.)” 

  “(So right about now, you’re probably asking yourself why would a being… an entity like myself, be bothering to even pay attention to you, other than boredom or idle curiosity, but here’s the thing: once we realized what we were capable of, we also assumed responsibility for trying to ensure that, for the most part, positive and compassionate beings stay matched with similar, but more etherial energies and forces.)”

“(Which is to say nothing of the fact that once ‘Illuminated,’ ‘Enlightened,’ or having otherwise ‘Attained’ that state of being, part of that realization includes an almost overwhelming desire to share your newfound ‘Revelations’ to everyone capable of grasping it, and to lead by example for those who are not, secure in the knowledge that this is something that can be felt, can be realized internally…and here’s the real ‘Reveal’…that it can be recognized and assimilated by INSTINCT.

“(Oh yeah, and by the way, sometimes a dog is just a dog, but if you treat them all like they were more than that, you’ll never go wrong.).”

Mordecai indulged himself in a smile so broad he showed all of his teeth and still looked like he was truly smiling, and not just baring his teeth, before winking, chuckling, and shaking his head bemusedly. 

Chazz Vincent


Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 47

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Much Too Good For Children, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on June 7, 2020 by dreamlanddancing


Mordecai the Warrior

(His brothers’ keeper, and the finder of lost children)



When April found LeighAnn and Mordecai, she appeared to them in the form of Betty, the Giant Amazon Macaw. She flew up and landed on Mordecai’s back and announced herself as she usually did.

“Boop-Oopa-Doop! What’s up Toots?”

“I assume that you are addressing LeighAnn, but hello Betty” Mordecai replied.

LeighAnn was initially startled by the bird’s vocalization, as well as her remarkably beautiful appearance, but when Mordecai appeared to be answering her out loud, she attributed it to the effects of ‘The Knowledge of Good and Evil’.

They had already been ‘conversing’ telepathically since the the start of the onset of the drug, but thus far, nothing had exceeded what she considered to be beyond her limits of reality, given her previous experiences with LSD decades before.

“Holy shit! A talking dog?!?! I’ve seen plenty of talking birds…and ‘A boy and his Dog’ was one of my favorite films years ago, because it reminded me of Elliott and Gonzo, his dog back then. He always said that he believed that dogs were put on this earth to teach Mankind how to speak without words, but…” LeighAnn exclaimed. She realized that she was starting to babble.

“I remember…that was me back then as I appeared to both of you. Neither one of you were ready yet to comprehend all of it, but this day was inevitable, and you both needed a little bit of preparation for today.”

Mordecai continued.

“Without getting too technical, suffice it to say that since Time/Space are connected and curved in a closed universe like this one, they fold back onto themselves. If you could see far enough, eventually you would be looking at the back of your own head, but because of the distance, even at the speed of light, given the age of what you call the ‘Known Universe’ and your incredibly short lifetimes, it isn’t physically possible, at least for you.”

Mordecai’s voice was deep, resonant, and soothing.

“What I’m leading up to, is that we already knew what was probably going to happen today, or at least eventually, so we decided to intercept you at this particular junction to provide some guidance for all of you.”

“(Rather than continue to revert back to the utterances of words, how about it if we continue where we left off? Funny isn’t it? Here you are, perfectly comfortable conversing telepathically with a pan-dimensional being, but the idea of a talking dog leaves you speechless?)”

“(After all, even in the Animal kingdom, the Human dependance upon the grunts, moans, hissing and almost ridiculous assortment of articulations of your lips, tongues, and even teeth just to express an idea seems pathetic and puerile, not to mention the fact that you depend upon hundreds of different languages, and thousands of dialects even within your own species.)”     

Mordecai’s voice sounded the same in her head, but his lips no longer moved. LeighAnn simply nodded her head in agreement.   

“(But first, please allow me to introduce myself. As you know, I am Mordecai. My name means ‘Warrior’ but more importantly, I am a Centurion, a guardian of ‘The Gates’ and I provide guidance, support, and protection for those of you who will eventually make the next quantum leap in your evolution of Sentience and Self-actualization.)”

Then he added:

“(It’s not so much of a job description as it is a calling…you say things like ‘water reaches its own level’…where I come from, we end up assigning ourselves with certain tasks based as much in our interest as by recognizing a potential, or an actual need.)” 

“(It is inevitable, but nonetheless hinges upon probabilities, much like the ‘Infinite number of monkeys on typewriters eventually producing Shakespeare’…it is remarkably humorous that one of you should describe yourselves this way, because ever since that ‘Garden of Eden’ incident we’ve referred to you as ‘The Talking Monkeys,’ but really, no offense intended, however from our perspective that is a fact.)”

Mordecai continued.

LeighAnn found Mordecai’s voice (even inside her head) to be soothing.

“(The being that you call your ‘God’ was playing with your ancestors, like they were his pets, or laboratory rats, but given his self-described ‘Jealous,’ ‘Angry,’ ‘Wrathful’ and ‘Vengeful’ personality, when we stepped in and provided you with Sentience, his condescension and possessiveness didn’t allow for you to ‘…think they are like Us’ and so he threw you out of the Garden of Eden, which is to say he abandoned you, and only comes back from time to time to torture and scare you.)”

Mordecai sounded more like a parent consoling a child after a bad dream.

“(In our world, Sin, Guilt, Shame and Fear are nonexistent. Your ‘God’ is dependent upon Subjugation, Groveling, and incessant Praise and Worship. In your own human behavior, these are considered faults, or defects of personality and character.)”

“(Once we intervened, we became responsible for you as a species, but His programming of Fear into your world, and his innate Jealousy caused you to believe that the rest of ‘Us’ were devils, or Satan, but your scientists are more pre-disposed to think of us as ‘Aliens,’ which all things considered, isn’t too far off the mark.)”

If LeighAnn hadn’t been looking at Mordecai’s face, she would have been sure that he was talking out loud. “(Believe me though…he doesn’t care about your prayers, and in fact, the whole idea of ‘Satan’ is also just another aspect of his own personality. Your ‘God’ is also ‘Satan’ aka ‘God’s Prosecutor’).” 

He then continued:            

“(If you can ever learn to recognize ‘Him’ in all his myriad manifestations, you will be able to avoid or escape all the Evil in your entire world. When you connect with any of the rest of us by allowing us to ‘jump in’ to your consciousness you will be safe, because ‘Betty’ and I are here to protect you. We always have been.)”

“(Jedidiah, Amy and Jeanette, or as you call her ‘Rebel,’ brought The Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil’ here from the Home for Wayward Souls ‘…and now…’ as John Cage once said, ‘we begin again’.)”

“(The Knowledge of Good and Evil allows you to comprehend that your ‘God’ whether he be called ‘The Lord,’ or ‘Jesus,’ or ‘Allah,’ or ‘Satan’ or whatever ‘devil’ you perceive ‘Him’ to be are one and the same, and THAT is what got him so pissed off in the first place.).”

Mordecai paused to let LeighAnn assimilate what could have been very disturbing information, especially for a Catholic not plagued by Agnosticism.

Mordecai then added “(‘The Knowledge of Good and Evil’…it doesn’t sound bad at all, does it? Yet with no Sin in their world, and only one prohibition, what could be the harm in knowing the difference between Good and Evil?)” 

“(One might say simply that if God said it was a sin, then they should neither do it or even question why it is forbidden to KNOW something, which means God was the one who put the temptation into their world.)”


“(Who created the Serpent? Who placed the tree in the garden? Is this not the same God that told Abraham to kill his only son, just to see if he would do it?.)”

“(Is this the kind of god that parents would want to model as an example?)”  

“(Yet for some perverse reason, he gives you these little clues…like the whole ‘God’s Prosecutor’ or ‘Fallen Angel’…’He’ is his own self-described ‘Trickster’.)”

As Mordecai spoke, ‘Betty’ (the Macaw) morphed into ‘Betty Boop’ the cartoon character, and eventually into April Tremski, (now deceased), classically trained musician, guardian angel and long-lost lover of Elliott, musician, artist, Media Wizard, sex addict and part-time fool.

“(Hello LeighAnn, it’s so good to see you again. I was the one that convinced Mordecai to put the idea into Jedidiah’s head to go out and bring you here.)”

“(I’m really glad that you decided to try the ‘Knowledge.’)”

“(Of course, I don’t need it now, but I really wish that it had been available while I still was…available.)”

“(You’ve been ready for this for awhile, although I also know that you have another completely separate life that has enabled you to achieve comfort, secure love, and enough financial security to build a self-sustainable home on your ranch in Arizona.)”

April and LeighAnn had great respect for each other, as they were never at cross purposes regarding Elliott; both were well-educated and talented. They didn’t need to manipulate him to get his attention, and had no need to control him.

April continued.

“(But even too much true happiness and achievement bores you, because you crave challenge, obstacles to overcome…and danger.)” April paused for a moment; she did not wish to overstep her boundaries or offend.

“(You were the only one of the entire group to achieve that level of worldly success and happiness, but as they say, ‘not for nothing’…you alone had the wisdom to escape your world in Miami; if you had stayed, it could have easily doomed all of your plans to the same chaos that plagued the rest of us.)”

“(By the way, did you ever hear Elliott’s song ‘The Ex-Wives I Never Married’?)”

April did not pause for an answer; as it was largely rhetorical.

“(It’s about You and I, and Amy. We were the only ones that really understood Elliott enough to know that the Jealousy and Possessiveness that had made him miserable most of his life were the tools of the women that he did marry. )” April winked at LeighAnn knowingly.

Then LeighAnn remarked:

“(You’ve seen Amy recently…it’s quite a change for the better in a lot of ways…sadder, but wiser, and so much more compassionate. She was very deferential toward me from the minute we met…again. She’s funky, she’s very street-wise, and funnier than  I remembered her…Very funny in fact.)”

“(She’s certainly come a long way from North Miami Beach Senior High School…actually, we both have, come to think of it)” April admitted.

They both tolerated Amy’s addiction to Drama, despite her ‘High Maintenance’ expectations, because she loved Elliott dearly, and she filled many of his considerable needs.

Her beauty, but most of all, her intelligence captivated his attention, but it was also her undoing, leaving her high strung, and more fragile than she would ever care to admit.

April paused, thought for a moment, then added

“(It wasn’t so much that he got married. He just shouldn’t have gotten married to any of them…except for Chiana. She gave him stability, children, and they both gave each other the Love and Freedom he had ever only known with the three of us.)”

“(Elliott, for all his talents, was easily led astray by women, most especially by manipulative women. As stubborn as he can be, sometimes he seemed to have no backbone, as you observed, and tried to tell him years ago.)” April added.

“(That’s one reason that we recruited Jedidiah to bring us here with a plan to empower the four of you to take charge of your portions of what will become the new world order, once ‘Civilization’ starts to return, as it is already beginning to do.)” April continued.

“(As you already know, Jed can barter, sell, and trade better than anyone I’ve ever seen. People just like him, and this whole traveling caravan has given all of you plenty to show for it…even you.)” April added.

LeighAnn’s part in their traveling caravan was largely as a consultant, a nurse, comptroller, and essentially their quartermaster, but she did little traveling with them so far.

“(Elliott, on the other hand, has found a way to produce something that everybody wants, but he’s a mystery…no one knows who he is, and he protects his privacy with a vengeance, but the more he evades the public, the greater his cult following becomes.)” 

LeighAnn interjected:

“(His Tequila is quirky, but remarkably smooth, although it still has that wild, almost gamey flavor of a Mescal. Moonshine has become more commonplace than commercially-produced whiskey, which has become very scarce, at any cost.)”

Although she almost never drank more than a sip of anything alcoholic, LeighAnn took pride in being a connoisseur of ‘the finer things’ and worldly matters in general.

She continued.

“(But people with means, and even those who don’t have money want it; he is a symbol of our self-reliance and ingenuity and also because it is endemic of the times. He was never a moonshiner, but one day, he just started doing it, and one thing just led to anther. As you well know, he is capable of doing just about anything that he wants to with panache just because it interests him.)”

“(Anyone with the means of production of just about anything right now has the chance to write their own ticket, and a lot of the old guard has retained their power and control over most of everyone else. And with no one to stop them, their power has become absolute.)”

LeighAnn had a way of balancing Romance of a sort with a Pragmatic sensibility that had served her well over the years.

Then April abruptly changed gears.

“(Your part in this drama is to complete ‘The Four Winds’…the four cardinal points of the compass…the four elements according to your combined natures, as a group.)”

“(You are self-programmed to succeed, regardless of the obstacles, and strong enough to guide, yet wise enough not to attempt to control those around you, and if guidance doesn’t work, you move on.)”  

“(Three of the four of you are witches, which constitutes a ‘Ya-Ya’ for Majik and Sex. You have Stability and Nurturance, and you represent the ‘One True Voice of Reason’ when all around you have lost their minds.)”

“(Jed is sometimes overcautious, but he at least knows enough to think before he leaps…unlike Elliott, as we both know.)”

LeighAnn’s curiosity was piqued to a point where she could no longer stifle herself, and she finally blurted out the name of the elephant that had been taking up so much space.

 “(OK, so tell me  this, and I mean no disrespect, but…how did you…I mean, how did you do it so quickly?…I can’t imagine anyone just stepping into your shoes just like that, I mean, well, this is kind of awkward….you died a couple years ago. What are you really?)”

At this point, LeighAnn wasn’t sure what much of anything was.

“(Well, for starters, as you noted, you have to die first…and I wasn’t in any hurry, believe me…)” April continued.

“(And as for what am I, I am what I always have been…If, or when I return to a physical form, I won’t remember any of this, but I will always be me, and you will always be you; that which comprises your character, and your nature is an enigma, or a paradox that you will continue to act out, trying to solve the riddle, the mystery of all of it. We learn, we grow, we make mistakes, but our essence is still the same, time and again.)”

“(It’s just a different form…pure energy, no matter…or ‘No matter?, no matter,’ as we like to say.)”

“(We make plans, and we think that we make choices, but some things happen all by themselves…)”

LeighAnn, as well as April, understood that better than most.

“(It’s not like you sign up for this.)” April held her hands, palm up, in an imploring gesture, but she giggled in the process of making a curtsey. She looked very etherial, like a hologram.

LeighAnn’s head was spinning, but she followed more of it than she thought she was capable, which she confirmed as she said/thought:

“(Alright…and ‘As it is above, so it is below’…what’s next?)”

Chazz Vincent



Once in a Blue Agave Moon Chapter 46

Posted in Bardo Thodol, Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 24, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

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 Amy 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 Amy Rogers?”

“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 Amy Rogers 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, my dog, and she’s having a great time with him. She could have joined in wherever she wanted, but preferred to hang with my dog.”

“Mordecai? The Centurion? Your 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 I bought him from a friend who breeds them.”

“If that’s what you want to believe…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…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 Chiana 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 they 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…” Chiana 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.

“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” Chiana 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.”

“And considering that Jed would also have been a part of it, well I guess I could have been the missing link.” Chiana and Jed exchanged knowing looks and a wink, clearly in the throes of the infatuation of The Crush.

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

Chazz Vincent




Once in a Blue Agave Moon: chapter 43

Posted in Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 17, 2020 by dreamlanddancing


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.” Amy 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?” Amy asked.

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

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

“It is.” Elliott countered.

“Which is true?” Amy 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?” Amy pleaded.

“Fish swim with the tides, into 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.


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. As they overlapped, they became one as their breathing became synchronized without any conscious effort.

“…And now we begin again…”

Indeterminacy arising from Singularity.



Chazz Vincent


Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 42

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, Polyamory, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 16, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

Meanwhile, in a Shared Separate Reality….



Chiana 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…” 


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 the entire table of contents of your brain” and 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.

Chiana 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, Chiana 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 tell the boys…” Chiana 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.

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



Chazz Vincent


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

Posted in Enhanced and Fortified non-fiction, Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Novel, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil on May 15, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

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



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

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

There was a unanimous agreement among everyone else.

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

As Chiana and Jed left, Amy was slowly approaching Rebel and Elliott.

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

With that, she unfastened Elliott’s robe, before letting her own garment fall to the ground

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He still loved, but was desperately exasperated by his second wife when he and Amy met, fell in love and moved in together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LeighAnn seemed to be intuitive enough to appreciate Rebel’s sentiments, especially now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that, she dramatically ripped off her tank top, shredding it as she did, before throwing it over her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome to The Knowing.”




Chazz Vincent



Once in a Blue Agave Moon: Chapter 40

Posted in Metaphysical Action/Adventure, Once in a Blue Agave Moon, The Knowledge of Good and Evil, the willing suspension of disbelief, Vision Quest on May 8, 2020 by dreamlanddancing



What Do You Really Want?


Each one of them was just beginning to notice the subtler aspects of the onset of The Knowledge of Good and Evil when It happened…

The difference between hallucinations and The Knowing is/was/will be unlimited imagination.

It is one thing to see something that isn’t there and quite another to recognize what has been there all along, unnoticed.

It is one thing to become aware of one’s own sentience, except that the first time, it is as if you see yourself in one dimension, in monochrome; not even either absolute white or absolute black. 


A single line.

A single character. One identity, but not One Mind. It is only a tiny portion of One Mind.

Even if you try to imagine some manner of a previous existence, you imagine yourself, as if it was a series of single points on a straight line.

A timeline.

Past. Present. Future.

With the benefit of The Knowledge, for instance, you recognize that as velocity increases, so does mass, and therefore, density.

In the Quantum Realm, the spaces between sub atomic particles mimics the distances between planets in a solar system, and between solar systems in a universe.

The primary difference is scale, but regardless, even what you have learned to regard as solid matter is actually mostly empty space.

Gravity is directly proportional to Mass, as well as what is perceived as the relative velocity at which time passes when acted upon by it.

In a closed universe, if a straight line is extended far enough, it will meet itself.

In other words, if you could look far enough forward, eventually you would see the back of your own head, but you can’t, because of the magnitude of the size of the Known Universe, which itself is limited by the age of the Universe and the speed at which light travels.

What is regarded as the age of the Universe is determined by “a singularity of Time and Space.”

Everything since The Big Bang.

One Bang?, One Universe?. One Timeline?.

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

The Knowledge allows you to not only comprehend, but also to understand that in a closed universe, Past, Present, and Future are all occurring at the same time.

Velocity determines not only where you are, but when you are.

Sufficient velocity would permit faster, denser objects to pass unnoticed through slower, more rarified objects.

To say that this understanding passed between them in an instant is/was to engage in convenient nonsense, because it also took forever.

It is still happening.

The Knowing is to recognize the awareness of oneself on all planes of existence, Past, Present, and Future.

In every color.

In every direction.

Here and Now as well as There and Then.

There is no Me or You.

There is only This, just This.

One Mind, One Purpose.

Universal Consciousness.

It is one thing to recognize one’s own self; it is quite another thing to become aware of not only all that you are, who you are/was/will be, but also to recognize yourself in others, and them in you.

Like an unending feast, it is digested by each of them one bite at a time, according to their appetites and tastes, but within this shared consciousness, as each bite is taken, it is tasted by all.

All within the ever-present, never-present, present moment.




Chazz Vincent


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