The variety of mind trainings available to the Centoi
was staggering. One could be trained in Imperial
Conditioning for honesty, loyalty and good judgment…
or, one’s brain could be trained for it’s ability to suss
mathematical models leading to mental/computer
crossover skills. The kundalini could be awoken creating
mind engines of enlightenment. Ignorance and stupidity
were things of the past. Life was celebrated constantly.
****
It was getting late, and Frank had been drinking steadily.
No shifts of perception like yesterday. The drinking
seemed to help with that. He went up to his room and
laid down on the bed. He had an ipod and he put on
The Grateful Dead…”Hard To Handle”. The breeze
blew through the thatched cabana.
****
It was getting late, and Frank had been drinking steadily
all day. He got up and folded his chair. He turned and
Gerlinda was standing there.
“I’m sorry…I wanted to apologize. I had no right to
accuse you of being rude.”
_”You’re a very emotional young woman. Don’t worry,
I don’t worry about these little things.”
“Thank you. Would you like to come to my room…
for a smoke?”
“Uh….sure…why not?”
Gerlinda was not staying at the same place as Frank. Her’s
was a bit up the hill. She had a private casita overlooking
the ocean.
“Nice. I guess you do have money.” Frank sat at a table
on the balcony.
Gerlinda came to the table with a wooden box, a bottle
of tequila and two glasses. She sat at the table and
poured two drinks. That was when Frank noticed the
shape of her ears…they were slim and almost came
to a point at the top. The lobes were sensual and hung down.
Gerlinda opened the wooden box and filled a pipe from
what was there.
Gerlinda opened the wooden box and filled a pipe from
what was there.
“Pipe weed, we call it….we took the name from the
movie, “The Hobbit”. “
Frank took a hit from the long clay pipe Gerlinda had produced. As he exhaled, the smoke seemed to form recognizable patterns in the air.
“You sure you’re not an Elf, Gerlinda?”
Gerlinda laughed. “I’ve been accused of it before,
but I don’t see where there is any proof.”
“Your ears.”
“Reconstructive surgery….they did a great job.”
“Yes, they did. Uh…I should go now…getting
sleepy.”
“OK. Maybe some other time we can talk about a
few things.”
“Maybe….that was great “weed”…thanks a lot.”
“We’ll do it again…”
“Cool.” Frank walked down the hill to his room.
The full moon was coming up on the right. He sat
on the steps leading up to his room and looked out
over the ocean. There were moments when he
experienced terror about what was happening to him.
But now….and maybe it was just the pipe weed…he
felt the rightness of what was happening, as if he
could appreciate the organic process that was taking
place……but it was just a feeling…he couldn’t prove
anything. He got into bed and it felt so good and drifty.