Bakelite and Altered States

 Savage Grace.  See also 1904.

"Darling, it's Pippa.  They say you've joined a cult."

ME: "Someone called you?"

PIPPA:  "I don't see how.  This number is strictly ex-directory."

ME:  "Right.  Plus, you being dead and all."

PIPPA:  "It has its advantages."

ME:  "No, I have not joined a cult."

PIPPA:  "It's that prophecy you made the other day."

ME:  "Well first of all it's not exactly a prophecy.  And it has to do with the Blog.  And it's supposed to be a surprise.  And okay, I can see now how you might interpret what I said that way, but --"

PIPPA:  "People make assumptions, darling.  You can't blame them."

ME:  "I suppose I see your point.  Heaven's Gate -- so creepy." 

PIPPA:  "And you've been talking about altered states of consciousness and transcending ego and all that, don't deny it."

ME:  "Through meditation. World of difference."

PIPPA:  "It does still rather have a cultish ring about it, though."

ME:  (petulant) "But why?  Just because I'm trying to achieve a higher level of awareness and shift to a different plane without the use of drugs or alcohol or nicotine or chemical additives or sex or -- for crying out loud, I used to sit on the porch and do nothing but smoke cigarettes and drink Diet Coke and think I was having a busy day.  I've been working awfully hard on myself since then, you know."

PIPPA:  "Of course you have, darling."

ME:  "Stripping away all the impediments, the resistance, the Ego, the attachments, the stuff that's in the way of self-realizing, the --"

PIPPA:  "Some people, however, prefer a different path."

ME:  "You mean, like Zen?"

PIPPA:  "I mean, like Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll."

ME:  "Oh."

PIPPA:  "If you recall, it has its charms."

ME:  "Well, okay, fine.  If it works, knock yourself out.  I just couldn't ever get any of it to last long enough."

PIPPA:  "Any of what, my possum?"

ME:  "Anything outside myself."

PIPPA:  "Oh that.  But none of that lasts."

[Pause]

ME:  "Does anything last, Pippa?"

PIPPA:  "Only Love, my pet.  Only Love."

ME:  "You promise?"

PIPPA:  "I promise.  Love is all there is."

ME: "Like the song.  All you need it Love."

PIPPA:  "Exactly."

ME:  "Suddenly I feel like Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge."

PIPPA:  "Of course you do, darling.  Of course you do."

 

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  • 4/4/2008 11:52 AM bianca wrote:
    truly, nothing sounds better than sitting on the porch, smoking and drinking!
    i don't believe in love.
    uh oh.
    xxx
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