Once upon a time, in a Timeless State of Mind…

(NOTICE: Genesis.)

There was the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth named Jack. Through a smog that shines purple and a drizzle that drips blue, he walks with a his sharp fingers dug into his throbbing scalp betwixt a hunter-green meadow and a dismal black wood. A harp plays, and confusion takes its toll…

Jack:  What is this nonsense? What is this clawing at my scalp? What is this misery that I experience? Hey there! (Directed at a bullfrog up in a tree who sits perched in an eagle’s nest.) Who are you? And what are you doing all the way up there? A bullfrog cannot scale these great lengths that you have.

Bodhi:  I am Bodhi, the Buddhist Bullfrog. I have conquered the earth, and so I scale these great lengths with the elixir of life. The eagle’s nest that I lounge in is a symbol of my mastery and was given to me for teaching his children how to fly, for he had a rotten wing and loathed to teach his hatchlings to soar crooked. 

Jack:  But you do not fly, Bodhi. So how do you teach better than an eagle with a rotten wing?

Bodhi:  I have conquered the earth, and so I scale these great lengths with the elixir of life.

Jack & His Furry Black Demon Named Drudge.

Jack:  Well then, perhaps you are the one I need to speak to. My head aches, Bodhi, and my mind is not right. And… (the harp plays.) …do you hear that?

Bodhi:  Not only do my ears hear but my eyes do see. Upon your head slumbers a furry black demon named Drudge. He hangs on your scalp with a claw, a horn and an arrow tail puncturing your temple.

Jack:  But the music…

Bodhi:  The furry black demon named Drudge has a yellow golden harp strapped to his back that plays on its own. Its Hade’s harp.

Jack:  How do you know that it’s Hade’s harp?

Bodhi:  Because I have conquered the earth and have scaled great lengths with the elixir of life… and it is branded onto the side of it. What is your state of mind, my Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth?

Jack:  My thoughts are negative, Bodhi. And they repeat and repeat and repeat and I cannot live with it. I’m anxious, and I’m frustrated. I’m sorrow-filled, and I live a life of melancholy. Shade sways my symptoms and I see no light in this darkened cave.

Bodhi:  Well then, that is where you must go to, the cave. Since I have conquered the earth, and in doing so, have scaled great lengths with the elixir of life, allow me to explain to you your plight. The furry black demon named Drudge snoozes and produces Z’s above your head because of the harp that plays. You carry around a corpse, and because of this, your life is a drag. The furry black monster dreams nightmares, because to him they tickle his fancy, but for you, they cause the nightmare of life – a stuck mind. The furry black demon is stuck and it cannot be removed.

Jack:  I will kill it with an axe.

Bodhi:  Foolish boy, you will only kill yourself. Physicality is no match for the mind, the playing fields differ, and so the shackles must fall with the will of your own. 

Jack:  The will of my own?

Bodhi:  Your mind, which Hade’s Harp is a symbol of. You frustrate, you repeat, you fill your head with sorry sorrow, and then repeat some more. It rings and plucks and it must be hushed; the mind must be composed. You must conquer the earth and scale great lengths with the elixir of life. Once the slave of the mind transforms into master, the harp will fall, crack, melt and seep deep into the earth, where Hades does reside.

Jack:  What do I do, Bodhi?

Bodhi:  Down the bend and through the woods you will stumble upon a Weeping Willow widow tree whose spouse has fallen down next to her. Tell her to stop her crying and that life does go on after decay. Break a stick off of her decomposing loved one, and head north until you see a bestial brutish blue witch gatekeeping a Vampire Bat Cave. Her name is Sage, she has one eye where her ear is and a mouth on her forehead. Pass along the dead tree’s limb and she will make it up to you with a trade following your departure from the darkness.

Jack:  But what am I to do once I enter into the cave, Bodhi?

Bodhi:  Sit shut-eyed, and summons the demon. When your thoughts rage with repeat, repeat “Demon, Demon…” So long as the harp plays, is so long as you repeat the summons. Once the horn blows, Mahat the Magik Master; the Logos; the God, will send his feathery messenger, Fohat the Fiery Falcon, and the Gospel will set you free.

Jack:  And how long do I spend on this trial, Bodhi? This may drive me mad.

Bodhi:  Three and a half days, my Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth. Then see Sage and the universe will speak in symbols.

Jack:  I can handle that.

So, with his sharp fingers sunk into his throbbing scalp, Jack enters the dismal wood and stumbles upon the root of the Weeping Willow widow tree.

Weeping Willow the Widow:  Oh! Oh! How thankful I am that a passerby has come to help! Please, please, my Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, do lift my husband and rise him up straight and tall.

Jack:  He is dead, Mrs. Willow. There is no point in standing up a corpse. Now stop your crying, Mrs. Willow, life does go on after decay.

Willow:  (Starry eyed.) It does?

Jack breaks a limb off of the corpse and continues his stroll. He spies out the Vampire Bat Cave and eyes the bestial brutish blue gatekeeping witch called Sage. 

Sage:  Intruder! Delinquent! You must have but seeds in that head of yours for you to have crawled into these quarters! Pay up! Or voodooed and hexed, your soul will be stabbed.

Jack:  I come with a gift, Sage. 

Sage:  Fraud! How do you know my name?

Jack:  I’m a mystic, and a seed in my head informed me that that was your label.

Sage:  And what is this gift that you grumble about?

Jack:  It is a limb, from the corpse of a Weeping Willow widow.

Sage:  Bring it here, pumpkin head. (She receives it and eyes it out.) What do you want?

Jack:  I want to enter your cave.

Sage:  Three and a half days is the limit for a merchandise such as this. Are you nervous, Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth?

Jack:  I am.

Sage:  Hurry along, Jack. The cave you despair holds the treasure of care.

Jack:  Thank you.

Darkness. Not a sliver or a slender shimmer of shine shining in this solid rock of a solitude sharpened shack. The harp strums, and Jack sits in the lotus posture on the Divine Ground. He repeats…

Jack:  Demon, demon… Demon, demon… Demon, demon…

…For three and a half days. With his sharp fingers sunk into his throbbing scalp, he departs from the Vampire Bat Cave.

Sage:  Well, well, well. So much noisier that harp is today! Did you get what you sought for, Jack? 

Jack:  I think I’m worse.

Sage:  Here, (Sage hands Jack two insect wings.) maybe she can cure.

Jack:  She?

Sage:  Figure it out.

Jack treks off and through laborious studies, schooling, books, courses, fields, exercises, examinations, investigations, contemplations, meditations, ponderations, reasoning realizations, and even pouring an oblation as an offering to the Gods, he thinks that the wings are that of a dragonfly. So, he heads to the meadow.

Jack:  Hello? Hello? Through laborious studies, schooling, books, courses, fields, exercises, examinations, investigations, contemplations, meditations, ponderations, reasoning realizations, and I’ve even poured an oblation as an offering to the Gods, I think that I am looking for a dragonfly.

Satori the Lotus Lounging Dragonfly:  Yoo-hoo, over here, my Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth.

Jack:  My ears do hear but my eyes do not see, where is the being of the voice that I do listen to?

Satori:  In a meadow full of yellow lotuses, I lounge on the rosy red that has made it close to the stars in the sky. Yoo-hoo(Satori peeks over the petal and waves from the rosy red lotus that ascends to the heavens.)

Jack:  Hello, Lady. I have never seen a lotus as high as the one you lounge on. Do tell me, how does one persuade a flower to grow so tall?

Satori:  My name is Satori, the Lotus Lounging Dragonfly. My flower is tall and high because I myself am tall and high in spirit. I persuaded her to grow by telling her that the marshy meadow of the earth was a Hell, and so she followed me up and provided me with an abode. She is free like I am because I have conquered the earth and have scaled great lengths with the elixir of life. You have a furry black demon named Drudge on your head with Hades Harp playing from his spine, are you aware?

Jack:  I am. It is a nightmare.

Satori:  (Smiles) Not for him. Have you thanked him for his stay, my Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth?

Jack:  Thanked him? Thanked him! I am not thankful. I want to axe him.

Satori:  Foolish boy, you will only axe yourself.  A repetitious mind is the poison of the psyche, and you are off balance, Jack. You carry around a corpse, and so your life is a drag. It is important to always be three and a half inches off of the ground, even when walking.

Jack:  How do I achieve the metrics that you speak of?

Satori:  Down the bend and through the woods you will stumble upon an Ant named Antler. He drags the rack of a moose around because he thinks he is better off pretending his life away. Take the horn off of his shoulder and tell him to “Stop pretending, you are bigger than a moose”.  Head north until you see a bestial brutish blue witch gatekeeping a Vampire Bat Cave. Her name is Sage, she has one eye where her ear is and a mouth on her forehead. Pass along the ant’s antler and she will make it up to you with a trade following your departure from the darkness.

Jack:  But what am I to do once I enter into the cave, Satori?

Satori: Sit shut-eyed, and be polite to the demon named Drudge. When your thoughts rage with repeat, repeat “Thank you for your stay…” So long as the harp plays, is so long as you repeat the gratitude. When the horn blows, Mahat the Magik Master; the Logos; the God, will send his feathery messenger, Fohat the Fiery Falcon, and the Gospel will set you free.

Jack:  And how long do I spend on this trial, Satori? This may drive me mad.

Satori:  Three and a half days, my Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth. Then see Sage and the universe will speak in symbols.

Jack:  I can handle that. I think.

So, with his sharp fingers sunk into his throbbing scalp, Jack enters the dismal wood and stumbles upon the ant, Antler, with the moose rack. 

Jack:  Hey there, are you a moose?

Antler the Ant:  Why, yes. Yes, I am.

Jack:  You are? Well then, I will catch a ride on your back.

Antler:  No! God don’t kill me, I’m just an ant!

Jack:  An ant? My, being a moose had almost gotten you killed! Stop pretending, Antler. You are bigger than a moose. 

Antler:  (Starry eyed.) I am?

Jack takes the antler and continues his stroll. He returns to the Vampire Bat Cave with the bestial brutish blue gatekeeping witch called Sage.

Sage:  Is that a second prize my eye spies for I?

Jack:  It is. 

Sage:  What do we have here, Jack?

Jack:  It is the antler of an ant.

Sage:  I’ve never heard! Three and a half days for a merchandise such as this. Are you nervous, Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth?

Jack:  I am.

Sage:  Hurry along, Jack. The cave you despair holds the treasure of care. And don’t forget to summons.

Jack:  I won’t. 

Darkness. Not a sliver or a slender shimmer of shine shining in this solid rock of a solitude sharpened shack. The harp strums, and Jack sits in the lotus posture on the Divine Ground. He repeats…

Jack:  Demon, demon, thank you for your stay…Demon, demon, thank you for your stay… Demon, demon, thank you for your stay…

…For three and a half days. With his sharp fingers sunk into his throbbing scalp, he departs from the Vampire Bat Cave.

Sage:  Well, well, well. So much noisier that harp is today! Did you get what you sought for, Jack? 

Jack:  I think I’m much worse.

Sage:  Here, (Hands Jack a strand of hair.) maybe he can cure.

Jack:  He?

Sage:  Figure it out.

Jack treks off and through laborious studies, schooling, books, courses, fields, exercises, examinations, investigations, contemplations, meditations, ponderations, reasoning realizations, and even pouring an oblation as an offering to the Gods, he still has no mind’s eye idea of what kind of hair it is. 

Jack:  Hair… Hair… Hair… Hare…. Hare? We must go to the garden.

Jack, the Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth, makes way for the garden.

Jack:  Hello? Hello? I think I am looking for a hare.

Nirvana the Hardy Hare:  What’s it to you, Pumpkin Head?

Jack:  Where are you? Show yourself.

Nirvana:  Show yourself.

Jack:  I am here.

Nirvana:  I don’t think so.

Jack:  You are a devilish character, aren’t you?

Nirvana:  Ha! You are the one with a demonic mind, Pumpkin Head.

Jack:  I need your help.

Nirvana:  Who doesn’t? Find me.

Jack searches everywhere, behind blades of grass, above trees, on top of flowers, between roots, within anthills, harsh marshes, under rocks, under leafs, underground, under undertakers, while looking under thunder bangs and he looks there too, and then he scales a tree and falls into a tree hole. An owl named Sophia soars in the sky with Nirvana the Hardy Hare on her back, and plops him perfectly into the hollow of the tree with Jack.

Nirvana:  Company! Fantastic, I’ll brew the tea.

Jack:  I don’t want tea, I want to lynch this demon.

Nirvana:  Stupid boy, you will only lynch yourself.

Jack:  What is your name? And how do you transport on the back of an owl? Surely, you are a meal for her kind.

Nirvana:  My name is Nirvana the Hardy Hare. I transport on the back of an owl because I have conquered the earth and have scaled great lengths with the elixir of life. She attempted once to eat me and I told her to do so, but just know that my death is yours as I have swallowed a lightning bolt for a time such as this. She bowed down to me, became my servant, and now this abode that we sit in is mine for eternity. That harp is badgering!

Jack:  Tell me about it.

Nirvana:  Badger! Badger! What have you done to be rid of the badger? There is a furry black demon on your head named Drudge.

Jack:  I have summonsed Drudge and I have thanked him for his stay.

Nirvana:  Stupid! Fool! Idiotic, catatonic, highly toxic, paradoxic, minds in pockets, dripping faucets, broken lockets, slam the door and call a locksmith! Where is the balance? You summons and thank him? For what! No wonder your life is a drag, you carry around a corpse! Stop being a jellyfish and grow a backbone.

Jack:  What do I do, Nirvana?

Nirvana:  Down the bend and through the woods you will stumble upon a meditating hangman hanging by his ankles with a noose knotted to a noose-tree that produces nooses. His name is Avalokita, and he has a peacock feather stabbed to his third eye. Inform him that his time is up and that it is time to let go. Then untie the rope, put the noose around your neck and head north until you see a bestial brutish blue witch gatekeeping a Vampire Bat Cave. Her name is Sage, she has one eye where her ear is and a mouth on her forehead. Pass along the hanged man’s noose and she will make it up to you with a trade prior to your departure into the darkness.

Jack:  But what am I to do once I enter into the cave, Nirvana?

Nirvana:  Sit shut-eyed, and be demanding to the demon named Drudge. You must balance the politeness with a stern rock. When your thoughts rage with repeat, repeat “Now it’s time for you to go away…” So long as the harp plays, is so long as you command the demand. Once conquered, Mahat the Magik Master; the Logos; the God, will send his feathery messenger, Fohat the Fiery Falcon, and the Gospel will set you free.

Jack:  And how long do I spend on this trial, Nirvana? This is going to drive me mad.

Nirvana:  Three and a half days, Pumpkin Head. 

Jack:  I don’t know if I can handle that.

So, with his sharp fingers sunk into his throbbing scalp, Jack enters the dismal wood and stumbles upon the noose-tree that produces nooses with Avalokita hanging by his ankles.

Jack:  You there! Hanging by the roots of your body.

Avalokita:  (Opens eyes.) Yes, that is I.

Jack:  What is the meaning of this?

Avalokita:  I hang myself for meditation in hopes to conquer what the Buddhists call Bodhi, Satori and Nirvana. I fear of reincarnating on this earth once more, and so I have made it my duty to fulfill my soul’s purpose in the lifetime that I live. 

Jack:  Your time is up, Avalokita. It is time to let go.

Avalokita:  Well then, I let go.

Jack loosens the noose and Avalokita falls to the Divine Ground. A star in the sky falls and hovers over Avalokita’s head. It enters into him, and his left eye glows.

Jack:  What just happened?

Avalokita:  (Starry eyed.) Bodhi…

Jack takes the noose from the noose-tree that produces nooses, hangs it around his neck, and continues on his third journey. He returns to the Vampire Bat Cave with the bestial brutish blue gatekeeping witch called Sage.

Sage:  Again, Jack?

Jack:  Sadly, Sage. 

Sage:  What do we have here, Jack?

Jack:  It is the noose of a noose-tree that produces nooses, and was used by a seeker named Avalokita who played it to attain a star from the sky.

Sage:  Such a rarity, these seekers who attain! Three and a half days for a merchandise such as this. Are you nervous, Pumpkin Headed Son of the Earth?

Jack:  I am.

Sage:  Here, take these. (Hands Jack an axe and a trumpet.) You’ll know what to do.

Jack:  If you say so.

Sage:  Hurry along, Jack. The cave you despair holds the treasure of care. And don’t forget to balance.

Jack:  I won’t. 

Darkness. Not a sliver or a slender shimmer of shine shining in this solid rock of a solitude sharpened shack. The harp strums, and Jack sits in the lotus posture on the Divine Ground. He repeats…

Jack:  Demon, demon, thank you for your stay, now it’s time for you to go away…Demon, demon, thank you for your stay, now it’s time for you to go away… Demon, demon, thank you for your stay, now it’s time for you to go away…

…For three and a half days, and the harp still strums. This stresses Jack demonically. 

Jack:  No more.

Jack takes the axe and lifts it. 

Jack:  Goodbye earth.

He cocks it back, and then catches a glimpse in the axe head’s reflection of the furry black demon named Drudge.

Jack:  He is a part of me? If he is a part of me, than I have produced him on my own. I will not slaughter something that I am responsible for. He is not the corpse that I carry around. I am. And so… I let go.

Jack lets go of the axe and it falls to the ground; the head of the axe snaps off, ricochets off of a root, hits a rock, pings off of the stone wall, and kills an upside-down vampire bat; the blood of the bat splashes onto the harp, the harp lets loose, falls, cracks, melts, and seeps down into the Divine Ground, back onto Hade’s own spine. Jack blows on the trumpet.

Jack:  …So bright…What is that…

Light takes this darkened cave by storm, it is Fohat the Fiery Falcon. He zips through the tunnel with a peacock feather dipped into the blood of Mahat the Magic Master; the Logos; the God, stabs it to the third eye of the furry black demon named Drudge and resurrects him; Drudge becomes a flame, turns to ash, and a black vampire bat named Gospel is birthed from the dusty remains. Fohat the Fiery Falcon vanishes and Jack’s left eye glows. He departs with Gospel from the Vampire Bat Cave, three and a half inches off of the Divine Ground.

Sage:  Did you get what you sought for, Jack?

Jack:  (Starry eyed.) The elixir of life.

Abracadabra

 

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