Charles Pendelton
      © 2008 Marty Langdon
Chapter 02

                  The mystical realm of Neptali Sable

The subtle manifestation would eventually grow into full blown delirium, as I sat erect on the
edge of my bed, waiting for the room to clear, while listening to the tone of barely audible voices
begin a formal conversation in the empty room next to mine. Encaptivated by the linguistic
suggestion of words in prose, I was feeling within my very spirit, an intense longing. Sounding
to be in their mid twenties or early thirties, I could surmise they were either literary students or
teachers. So articulate and gentle were their words, that I thought they might very well be lovers.
The susurrant sighs and whispers turned into moans and kisses, indicating to me what I had first
appeared to believe was true. Soon an altercation would develop between them over something as
insignificant as a pen, and without warning this small quarrel escalated into a full fledged brawl.



The intonations were so pronounced, I feared Mother would come
rushing into my room and blame me with, “What's going on?” (and)
“How dare you!” *But nothing* The room then became deathly quiet.



As a resonating chamber would resound in tunes distinct, so did these vocal tones
emanate in range, charged with fury! The pulling of hair and the shoving fueled
so much contention that the sound of brute slaps could be heard. A table lamp fell
crashing to the hardwood floor, but made no echo. If I tried to listen, they would
stop. Then a mild repose quieted the bickering and the argument ceased. Without
warning, the bathroom door slid from one side of its wooden frame to the other,
then back again. The shower turned on, and I could now hear the distinction
between reality, and that of a delusional mind locked in paranoid mode.

While the orchestration of time formulated a new theory, a contingency plan had
been woven. It was in this moment, where I began to feel increasingly strange. As
if I were breathing in one lung and out the other at the exact same time, while my
heart pounded within a celestial cage of protoplasm and bone. Like a statue I sat,
unable to move; frozen in time by worry. I began to fidget like a child with severe
autism and came to the undeniable conclusion, I had smoked too much, too soon.
Nothing could be worse than that feeling of over intoxication. My entire soul was
now affected and undulating. Like a stone cast into a still pond, I could feel my
very spirit rippling, as it disengaged from the housing of its weary temple.
                                           
                                                    Jarvis Street Revue - Sally's hymn




                                                              Pg 6
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The gasping cries of sadness were those of utter sorrow, in a room where fact and fiction
overflow. Where everything relevant falls apart, and the consortium of anguish grows. An
affliction of time and balance that has imprisoned one's free will, will utterly incapacitate
the mind by striking the defenses of reason. A margin of error, equivalent to the summary
of fact, shall indeed be noted, for the movements that have no shadow are illusion based.

There is a separation of time. . .

The words were becoming as distinct, as the empty mollusk housing that once graced my
hollow ear canal. A frequency that had been tuned to a channel which is not of this earthly
realm, fades away. Till at last, the meek sound of whimpering was comforted by an amiable
and loving embrace. As the shower curtain was pulled back, the shadows of time dissolved
in a shell of inner peace, comforting my thoughts where I now lay, blanketed and trembling
under the covers of my soothing bed. A remedy for the ailment which had now begun to
plague me. Icy on the inside and feverish on the outside, I shuddered in a harrowing state
of over induced stupor. Wasn't that always the case, when I got just a little too high?



A sigh of relief came when the morning yawned deeply, summoning the swirling clouds of
resinous smoke in a semi circular motion, up into the atmosphere and away from my pent-up
room. Under the covers was dark, and so my mind showed me what my eyes could not see.



Indiscernible notions eclipsed my fictitious room,
where the division point for the exact medium rested.

In a manner of speaking, if the world were to be cut in a perfect half
from one end to the other, then my bed would, in fact, be its equator.
Actually, anywhere we stand on any given day could be that equator;
it's the person on the upside down side that needs to do the measuring!



                Indeed I was a stoner, hung out to dry in the rain!!!

As I began to slowly drift away, I could see the impression of an eroding shoreline.
The magical shore of Cairedon was within reach, for the dreamer who might choose
to invoke its name. And as I willed it closer, I contemplated that alluring beach!
The silken sand was of creamy white, with a moderate infusion of stramineous hues
projecting its color toward a radiant wheatish yellow. While in exile, I found peace.



Silently, I imagined staring at the imperial tide coming in off the ocean.
Gazing out upon an infinite sea
that seemed to go on forever, I could
visualize the geographic area where everything stopped to become itself
once more. It stopped the moment my eyes found the back of my head! 


           Hey, is that really me?

Again my thoughts were obfuscated within a veil of
illusive dreams where I was left to ponder questions
that could never really be answered by mortal man.

How many men have lived and died?
How many tears has a woman cried?
How many widows are there in this world?
How many parentless boys and girls?

How many insects live underneath?
How many grains of sand on each beach?
How many raindrops have fallen down?
How big is Heaven?

                                     Maurene - What and why

Only God knows the answer to these questions left unsaid, and who the hell was I that
yearned to know? To comprehend the impossible is madness and besides, in the length
of time it takes for the hand on my watch to move
one second, the answer has already
changed dramatically. Mystical rhetoric, I blurted aloud in my distorted lair! Where an
equal portion is longer than its counterpart; those equations can only be measured invalid.

                                    Tomorrow - The incredible journey of Timothy Chase

                                                              Pg 7
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What is longer than infinity, I thought?
The answer is in the hemisphere of the probe.

If something does not end which had once started, then it is
safe to assume that if we were to stop it now, we could indeed
measure it from beginning to end, therefor measuring infinity! 


                              (((But)))

Since it keeps on growing as does the cosmos,
          the end is in fact its beginning
    for the center goes on forever as well!

That's it I thought, half is the end of never!

It was right about here, where I had to control myself from
running
up and down the block screaming, “I found the answer
which
had plagued the world since the beginning of time!”

“It was me!”
“I found it!”
“I did it!” 



                                           Half is the end
of never!!!



The more I dwelt upon this, the more hysterical and confused I became
until the big ball of string in my head slowly began to unwind. Curled
up
like a cat in his sleeping quarters, it
all made sense to me now.


*Zero equals more than its sum*

As pictures and thoughts flooded my mind at an alarming rate,
there was nothing I could do but allow it to happen. I had absolutely
no control of the situation whatsoever. The zephyrs came and went,
and I never saw them at all for I was in hiding. Like a primal creature
in the earliest stages of its development, I would wait until it was safe
again to resurface. After some time, my condition was once again stable
and so I calmly unwrapped the sheets and coverings which secured me.



I gathered some sparse seeds together that had eluded me by rolling
away moments earlier. Not knowing what to do with these scoundrels

that would have me inquisitioned if I were to be caught with them,

I did the only logical thing I could possibly think of at the time. . .


                I put them in my mouth, and I ate them.

No evidence meant no crime committed, and it wasn't long after this where
I felt as free as a bird in an amaranthine sky to travel where it be I may.

My contemplative mind reflects the years which have sailed away,
like a lost Clipper ship, inside the bottle that never moves from my
dresser. Time is but a double-edged sword. In pleasure, it is swift
and just, and in pain, it just keeps on cutting. In truth, it spares no
one from the absolute resolve that is yet to come; our grim demise.



Standing up, I decided to casually examine the elaborately detailed
hand blown glass bong for superficial marks or scratches attributed to
an occasional mishandling. Back in 1979, I purchased the extravagant
item at The Merchant's over in New Dorp, where I was living at the
time with my father and stepmother. It was more like a head shop back
then, with almost every novelty one could think of in paradisiacal order!

Nowadays, the only place you are likely to find a store like that
would be in the basement of some reclusive East Village shop!


Looking around the room made me feel somehow intranssient.
Completely remodeled was I now, for the incoming tide that
crashed to the shoreline carrying despair, pulled back again.
Fashioned from air was thy kingdom and steadfast my home!

I chortled in my head these words that bemused me.
An asseveration that should only be uttered by one
residing in the confines of a state mental institution.

                                                                Syd Barrett - Opel



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"Inkpop" reviews for chapter 2

cara_ruegg - "they might be very well be" ? I think you made a tinsy mistake in
that sentence. Other than that though this chapter is even better than the first.
once more beautiful imagery and descriptions. I am very much impressed. I'll
probably end up putting all your chapters up on my picks. lol.

isabella2296 - The whole concept of this is fantastic, and I love your incredible imagery.
You have incredible talent! Keep writing!

Mcrae by Nature - Yay, you have a chapter two up here. Last time I read chapter one,
it skipped over to chapter three. "I felt strange, as if I were breathing in one lung and out
the other at the exact same time." I really fell in love with your writing in this chapter.
I loved the imagery and how you described you bed being the equator of your room. This
was all so brilliant. There is such a rare quality to your writing. Can't wait to read more.


"Worthy of Publishing" reviews for chapter 2

Katie Mae - Very interesting! Can't wait to read more! *rating = 5 stars*


Don Brennan - Half is the END OF NEVER!


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