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Prague from outer space:
There are six vortices of psychic energy around the world. They
are found only at geographical crossroads. It is here that cultural
and psychic whirling masses form a vacuum whose center captures
anything caught in its motion, stressfully sucking it in and
generating new forms of instability. These Earth creatures still
have little understanding of these dangerous and dynamic forms.
It is these forms that create WHITE STRESS and its typical BLACK
STRESS response. Two strange Earth creatures are falling in
love, but they are not typical BLACK HAT types. The computer
has printed out a WHITE HAT profile for both of them and is
having trouble calculating their karma. It is a deep one. And
it is now ripening with unforeseeable consequences. The race
of WHITE HATS are an endangered species. The BLACK HATS rule
the world. Damping complexity is easier than embracing it. There
is less danger of identity loss, but the cost is a destruction
of the vortex variety so needed for creation. A crucial redundancy
is lost. We will continue to send further reports when needed.
facts on the ground in Prague:
Summer introduced me to a Czech girl she had met in San Francisco.
This girl had blue eyes and red cheeks and big protruding teeth.
I found this little cherub a convenient symbol of the current
Czech confusion. The Commies are gone now, but tough economics
have hit the Czechs HARD. The Slovaks are gone and are now considered
foreigners. The Germans are taking over and the new freedoms
are producing a hangover. "There is all this economic news
on the television which I don't understand," the Czech
girl complained. Summer was not even looking at her. She was
looking at me with a mixture of amusement, curiosity, and calculated
attraction. "Are you Jewish?" the Czech girl asked.
"Yes," I answered with slight interest. "May
I come back and talk to you again?" she persisted. "We
can make an appointment," I reassured her.
sat cross-legged on her bed barefoot. She was always barefoot.
This endeared her to me. I loved her so much and she understood
didn't want to come here. This was her idea." the boyfriend
bitterly whined. "She's nothing but an egotist. She's spoiled
rotten. Her mother sends her money every month. I want to go
to Italy and just leave her here. But I told her she can't have
sex with anyone." The boyfriend's chatter reminded me of
radio static, a kind of background noise and radiation, inevitable
in its sheer presence, yet ignorable, almost forgettable. It
wasn't even a struggle. It was too lop-sided. The boyfriend
knew he was beaten. His heavy emotional armor hid a deep despair.
I understood him and felt sorry for him; but I was on a mission
and could not be distracted for too long.
looked sinister in the late evening. We both got off the tram
and walked around aimlessly. Young couples reeled and gabbled
out of the new Mac Donald's.
"Oh, you know, I can have any man, I want. He doesn't really
know why I want him," Summer stated with a queer smile.
She took a long drag from her cigarette. Summer was wearing
her trademark blue jeans and green turtleneck sweater. She was
barefoot as usual and squeezing her toes on the faded carpet.
"He's very insecure, you know .... " Summer added,
almost as an afterthought.
from inner space:
These beings are old souls. Both have known each other for countlesslives.
They have not always been human. The female angel is dying.
Her illness is deep. It is in her subtle body and time is running
out. The male angel can save her, but he lacks sufficient experience,
even though he has the necessary knowledge. Their higher centers
are blending well. They are both natural Tantrics and deserve
each other. We will send blessings.
from the outside:
I walked alone in dirty Prague. The Czechs looked tired. They
never seemed to have been masters of their own fate. First the
Germans and then the Russians, and now the Germans once again,
have come and gone, plundering the Czechs. It's a tough karma.
Who will be next? The acrid smell of burning rubber is never
far away in Prague. The American embassy is popular. Russians
are not. I haggled with the Indians for a visa all day and they
are not only greedy and inefficient, but also terribly sadistic
people. It could take awhile to procure that coveted stamp.
Fuck them! The Czech girl came back with her sister. Both wanted
to know if the Jews considered Jesus the Messiah. I told them
with considerable embarrassment that he wasn't. The Czech girl
and her sister had found religion. Both were into Jesus. The
boyfriend stalked out and left me alone to handle this mess.
Both girls were rather friendly, but considered Buddhism potential
devil worship. I talked about the Mind Ocean and the elder sister
was intrigued. She seemed to be the thinker of the family and
had pulled them all in the direction of Christ.
girls left and I found myself alone with Summer. I rubbed her
bony feet. She liked it. Summer was fascinated by her body and
enjoyed it whenever people fondled her body parts, gently and
Her free foot clawed my knee; Summer smiled. She recounted how
the nurses massaged her butt before poking in the blunt needles
of some syringe. Summer needed the vitamin shots. She was that
weak. I checked out her tongue. It had no teeth marks. Summer
chewed her food slowly. A phenomena quite rare in America. Summer
also wrote long and beautiful letters. Was she really eighteen?
We gazed into each other's eyes. All kinds of karmic forms from
our mutual past appeared and dissolved before us. I was now searching
for the sorceress. I saw torture and abuse. I sensed indiscriminate
teachers. Our old and powerful karma was finally waking up from
a long sleep. "I'm very fertile, you know," Summer declared.
"I got pregnant on the pill and with a diaphragm," I
stared at her oval face and her elf-like ears. I saw an image
of the earth. Summer's lips were full and meaty. Her nose was
highly masculine. It was round and putty-like in appearance with
slightly upturned nostrils. Indeed, it was her nose more than
anything else that made Summer's face truly unique. It was her
bulldog nose that gave her away. That and her second hairline.
Summer was a witch. She was also a high priestess. And like myself
she was now a fallen angel.
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