The equalising power of a month of Sundays

I usually write first thing in the morning around 7 ish and am hardly awake. I just put pen to paper and write and this is what I came up with...

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The equalising power of a month of Sundays in the great scheme of things has its part to play to good effect usually, and so in no small measure: time irons out and puts back into equilibrium the momentary relapses of consciousness that cause such momentous drama and grief that is most often mistaken for the human condition but should perhaps be re-classified as an excess of mind.

Because not everyone can be the same as everyone else this can make an interesting composition to sing around the May Pole in the May Pole dance; and for those who don’t have a clue there is always the TV to inform them of all they need to know, and like many others can sit in front of it until the cows come home and fill their minds and can count themselves lucky to have so much to fill, although by now there are those so full of it there may not be much room left over.

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Further to this understanding and not to be confused with the ice maidens down the bottom of the garden, the esoteric side switch on the side of the TV is not for your amusement and should never be tampered with or dire consequences could follow. You have been warned.

Now, in the wanton adds somewhere inside of one of the local newspapers that come out every day all over the world was a tiny add saying: two interesting people wanted to fill an empty space. Apply soon and bring money.

Of course no one saw the add, the paper only ever bought to light fires with, but the winds of synchronicity did pick up one page and fluttered it right into the hands of the adducer, so called because he could adduce from any known quality or quantitative state what seems to be a perfectly good explanation and run away with it to Jacky Pim's who’d give him sixpence for it and a pat on the head for being so good. And he also liked mushrooms.

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The adducer had a huge desire to broaden his horizons and on seeing the add on the page set out to ‘apply soon’ and found five bob along the way which he used to pay his entry fee into the psychedelic hope factory. Some say he only got in because he came in disguise dressed up as a dream of expectations and was accepted with open arms and smiles all round, give or take a shake of the tambourine and a blow on the whistle.

Pauline Marylander on the other hand was a hippie through and through and was backpacking around town and so found herself on the bus that used to be the magical mystery tour bus but sold out that very morning to commercialism and so she was delivered to the psychedelic hope factory and dropped off outside the front door which was multi coloured in swirling day-glow and captured the eyes and made them go all funny.

Pauline pulled herself together and uncrossing her eyes she pushed on the door and as it opened she walked through and found that the inside was a place where things were not as they seemed.

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Long ago in the annals of history a cave woman with extraordinary powers of far seeing saw far into the future and found herself looking through the eyes of Pauline Marylander as she entered a strange place through colourful doors, but what she saw was beyond her comprehension, nevertheless she attempted to reveal her vision to the rest of her cave tribe by drawing murals on the walls of the cave and so became the first visionary artist.

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None of the tribe could make head or tail of the drawings, but the drawings were colourful and brightened up their home and so she was left well alone to carry on with her art.

Over time the swirling colours and patterns entered the unconscious knowing of the tribe and influenced them so much so that before long they were all wearing multi-coloured tiger skins and sitting around the fire eating mushrooms and inhaling the smoke of far out substances, and in this way became the very first hippies to populate the planet; but their ideas and behaviour was too far ahead of their time and so they passed into legend and were forgotten.

Pauline shivered out of a funny feeling as she entered and called out:

“Hello.” She said and put her backpack down on the floor. The door closed behind her as if by magic but it was only the way the door was hung that made it close under its own weight.

The large space she was in was lit by flickering candles and momentarily she felt herself to be in a cave with brightly painted walls. She shook herself out of this delusion and began investigating the dream-like and surreal place she found herself in.

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An un-normal reality where the walls were painted in swirling colours entered her and began to make her feel at home and she knew she was going to be alright here.

In an alcove under the chimney she found the old record player so she set it to going and dropped the needle into the groove of ‘Belly Button Window’ by Jimi Hendrix.

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“Groovy,” she said as the music filled the airwaves and made them dance and so she set down to contemplate her new found home.

The quintessential agreement flowed in from out of her bedroom and was immediately entranced by the excellent vibration that was like a soup of love that she waded into.

Passing Andromeda in this way she came across Pauline who had finished contemplating her naval and was looking around in wonder and was so pleased to be here that she felt happiness that came from her in waves and although it was a part of the whole, nevertheless had its own equation.

As the quintessential agreement flowed into this equation towards Pauline their eyes met and in that moment of soul recognition they became fast friends and smiled.

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Not far away from all this in the renaissance shack of existentialism a few stones removed from the secret garden the truth-tell dreamer was firing up the boilers and singing a popular ditty of his time that fed into the experiential reality he was used to.

Unknown to him at this time and on another reality altogether, the fantastic reload was hot on his heels from another lifetime with all guns blazing but was no match for the equalising power of a month of Sundays and soon had to cool his heels and so pulled into a watering house and ordered a beer...

End of part one

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