الأحد، 15 مايو، 2011

Chucked

 I decided everything had gone wrong over the Eurovision contest.

I was sitting in the kitchen, I forget what happened but I started see-ing Mum in front of the TV, being slapped in the face, physically or in her spirit, being attacked. I walked into the toilet, and stood behind the shower door, in boxers and t-shirt, and began to pray.

I rocked, and every now and again, head-butted the shower door, I probably prayed a maximum of 7 minutes, I tried to call into Heaven (where I sleep)...when no-one replied I decided to. take. matters into. my .own hand.

I flew up into the Temple, deep black light (deep sorrow) flew against it's walls. The temple itself was in gold light. My hair turned dark brown (another type of sorrow, a why)...and I stared at nothing, but the walls I could see Mum through. I didn't want to cry.

I decided I had to chuck every man out of the Temple, because by rights they shouldnt be running a Holy Temple. Something is corrupt. I threw them down, and saw balls of light hurtling down to nowhere. By rights, I should enter the Temple, and the slapping would stop. There is a gruesome little charactureof a man in a fuzzy beard wearing a baker boy hat, exactly like my hat, exactly like The Fiddler's hat, exactly like King Gray and the Emelbert aliens, exactly like a war-time red jew, the type of jew I've seen in a film, one that pulls down Nazi posters, paints Communist insignia on walls and shoots Nazi soldiers in the stomach (called Men at Arms, or something, i forget). Just the hat. And we're calling we're Red.

I have to chuck them out, because my job is the Temple.

I discovered that last week, when I stood at the kitchen door at night, smoking and spoken Dhikr, and silent Dhikr. And I get a funny hat. I'm dressed in a suit-like robe of deep black and dark purple, and a long round silly hat on top of my head.

I've seen that hat.

It's the High priest's hat.

"What are you going to start doing?" I say, to myself.

"You are going to tell everyone God made you High Priest, and they are going to kill you and cry you are fool. And you are going to curse and keep talkign and kill them too..."

"You are going to do exactly what you always do. But what about what you wanted to do..."

I spy Mum, and the slapping stops. And so have the tears.

I chucked them out and it stopped. I told their wives, but I was too far going just to start laughing, and cussing them. I said, you better get them back, they aren't in Hell, "...exactly, but hopefully somewhere lower, I wouldn't want to wish them purgatory or Hell, and I'm the new High Prist." but they've gone.

"Because they are men, and thats not right for Temple. Everything is well, now, I think they may have brought something Evil."

"Mum is OK, because I took my intiative, and I bring saved..."

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