Charles Pendelton
      © 2008 Marty Langdon
Chapter 32 (1974) pt 8


After some time elapsed, Harmony asks me if I would like to hear a groovy record?

“Sure,” I said, and so she placed an album on the turntable. Carefully, she
powered up the stereo, the amplifier, and the record player, before allowing
the needle to fall into place. It was high fidelity in its purest form!

The LP was titled, The piper at the gates of dawn,
by a group strangely named, Pink Floyd.

                                            Pink Floyd - The piper at the gates of dawn

That record just set the mood! “Are they new?” “Not really, they've been around for some time
now. Do you remember last summer when The Dark Side of the Moon came out?” “The double album
with only one record in it?” “Yup, that's them.” “Wow, they sound so much better on this album!”

“I am sure a lot of people are going to disagree with you on that,” she said, giggling with alacrity!

It definitely wasn't ‘love making music’ or ‘music to make love to’ by any stretch of the imagination,
but it was certainly music to expand the human mind under the influence of mind-altering substances!

As Harmony crawled into the plush bedding like a sea nymph, I turned to see the antique hobnail
milk glass lamp expanding like a pufferfish! It was breathing through its funnel-like neck and was
undoubtedly alive! I moved toward Harmony while she observed me, ever gazing through the portal
of her soul; where the undulating current of an almost invisible sea seemed to carry us away.

Her caramel
eyes, so enchanting ‘in every way’ were now evoking a response from my heart.
Remarkably, they were
now very similar to the eyes of a passive doe; agleam with love.

A gentle breeze coursed through my mind, touching the incense.

This allowed Aladdin to escape into the ether of time, but I'm sure he hung around. I kind of felt
as though he might have been in the house somewhere. Once during the night, I almost thought I
heard him laughing. Suddenly, there
was an omnipresent movement within the bed sheets, where
the very patterns themselves began growing out and into our new reality! A pervasive flaw that
would attempt
to characterize the very essence of this developing change.

Everything three dimensional had become four, where waves of water were rippling in a calm
lucidity of their own interminable creation! The imperceptive faults which hindered the habitual
process of time in its routineness,
were solely the expansion of elements unknown to modern science.

It was fun to be part of something magical. To leave your clothes behind and live as you were born
to live! To just be and exist as Adam and Eve could have done, had they not incurred God's wrath.

As my thoughts began to decompose, Harmony thrust her tongue in my ear and my brain melted.

What an incredible sensation! One that gave me goose bumps all over my body and a
strange tickle in my chest! Kind of like when a moth touches your eyelash and that powder
is released from its wings! It gives you that same strange tickle in your lungs and throat!

What is that anyway?

While her tongue was going crazy in my ear, she would begin doing the unspeakable to me
with her free hand, for I was her eager and willing victim. I gasped and threw my neck back
as Harmony began licking and biting at my throat. Without restraints, I committed my body
unto her because that is the makeup of love. Love is anything that suits your partner's fancy.

Take charge of me, my darling, for you are the only one who knows how to love me.
Forget the world; there is now only you and I.

Aside from everything else bestowed upon me, I have her locked in a loving embrace;
forever to adore and to cherish. In a room full of inquisitive objects, ever yearning to
understand the nature of man, I peered out at them from the bed sheets. How splendid
indeed, I thought, to be cast in its lovely decorum!!!

I knew now that Harmony could not live without me. If I were to fall sick, then she would be at my side
nursing me back to health. If Harmony became jealous, she would confront me about it, thus imploring
me not to leave her. Now I had gotten my wish! She will not abscond away; neither will I toil with another.

Forever will her love for me burn true!
As will mine, my love; as will mine.

                                                                               Pg 222

As I dragged my hands through her long silky hair, I could hear her purring like a small kitten.
Harmony laid her head down in my lap where I casually stroked every part of her face. Working
my way down her neckline, I encircled her areola with my finger, where she began to moan.

Only then,
did I become aware of how flawlessly symmetrical both breasts were.

So lovely and picture perfect were they, I had no other choice but to glide my tongue around
those darkened circles, and exercise my lips on her protruding nipples which were now firm.

I continued in this manner until the A-side ended.

“It's amazing,” I said, “how wonderful it feels to be crazy.”
“Why do you think they're always smiling?” said Harmony grinning!

She then rose to her feet and flipped the record over to side B.

“I'll be right back,” she said in a glowing tone, while happily displaying the finger she was about
to wash. That lusty finger which had danced inside me moments earlier. As I watched her leave
the room, the wind could be heard howling outside the bedroom window. The rain had stopped.

And even though she was in a distant room somewhere in the house, I could still
visualize that
pink palm of hers, erotically swaying by her side as she exited.

All she needed now was a weapon of mass destruction,
or a rose to make it all complete!

Closing my eyes, I let her plunder me again in thought. Such lavish dreams were the lining of the
subconscious that opened a magnificent door. It was the part of the shell that made the roaring

of the waves come alive! The side of the magnet that causes opposites to attract! An unexplained
phenomenon that merges repressed thoughts with living matter to create its own illusive world.

That was the power of the disturbing mushroom.
So vile to look at, but oh so incredible to see!

All logic had vanished,
leaving two dreamers adrift on a magical sea.
One that had pulled them
far from land, and one that was becoming rough and choppy.
My mind was becoming tangled
up in blue, where the simpleness of love would be transformed into an utterly bizarre complexity.

A vexation whose inner structure was constantly changing with every breath the wind took.

When Harmony returned from the bathroom, she crept in without closing
the canopy drapes. There I began to caress her belly with my free hand.
“Tell me you love me,” she said, as a child would have; so shy.

I-love-you - - - (Touching her lips)
I-love-you - - - (Kissing her thigh)
I-love-you - - - (Licking her wrist)

I needed the mouth of life to please me. It was an insatiable craving that was not going away,
and so I asked her if I may. “Please do, but first I have a surprise for you,” she said, while
trying to control her passion! As she wriggled out of her black undergarment, and pulled it
down past her knees, I saw an area entirely devoid of all hair. It was so soft; so silky smooth.
I touched it, and it felt like a baby's cheek. So soothing to the touch, it allured me!

“Wow,” I said, “no stragglers!”

“My body is your body. My lips, yours; love-me,” she said, almost hesitantly as if we were
about to perform some heinous act or commit a mortal sin together. I disregarded the abstract
and inappropriate way it sounded, for everything in this place seemed to be getting weirder.
Her mother's picture at the far end of the nightstand had changed too. Though not in the physical
sense, considering she didn't fall out of the picture frame and land on the floor like a ninja! But to
know she was giggling impulsively and trying not to smile at me; now that was psychological!!!

As I cast my eyes upon Harmony's guitar that was gathering dust in the corner and
looked like it hadn't been played in years, I couldn't help but sigh, for I remembered
the very first time she played it for me. The year I fell in love, and had been in love
ever since; and even though time was going by incredibly fast, it was a good thing.

As the room began to evolve, the guitar changed without any distinction whatsoever.

It was now priceless, and I could not seem to take my eyes off it!
I thought about touching it, but in no way could I bring myself to
disturb that ever tranquil coating of dust painted by time upon it.

Remembering a Beatles song that came out a few years ago, I truly
wondered if George Harrison wrote that song in this place.

“While my guitar gently weeps.”

I couldn't understand it before, but I certainly do now!

It was a psychedelic song taken from a psychedelic place where illusions
grow like flowers. Yes, he too will one day follow Aladdin like a whispering
wind, up and into the kingdom of the great beyond. In this place of lunacy;
this place of delight and inspiration, even the very makeup of our genetic
codes had been seemingly altered to fit the bill.

                                          The Beatles - While my guitar gently weeps
Harmony was as hypnotized as I was,
and when I fell into the image of her eyes,

she appeared to be conducting an orchestra there;

and I was the only person in the audience.

Turning to close the overhanging coverings offered me a sense of privacy;
a feeling of security I needed to fulfill the task at hand.

I kissed her lips gently, before gliding my tongue down her neck and around her dark nipple.
From there, I inched down slowly to the beautiful creation of her exquisite flower. The scent
of which always lingered in my mind, to make me crave her when we were apart. My fingers
ever so gently caressing her sensuous black petals, made me play with the folds of her love.
Turning those fleshy pages, would reveal unto me an elegant wall, the color of fuchsia.

I was addicted to the smell of it;
I was enthralled in the taste of it;
there was nothing on earth I wanted more than Harmony,
and if I never saw her naked again,
I would find contentment just to be at her side forevermore.

I loved her that much.

Releasing my hands, the book of life gently closed.
Using the tip of my tongue to map out and find her sweet spot,
I formed a suction with my lips, and began to rhythmically
extract and release. This action caused her love to overflow.

I was listening to the strange and surreal lyrics of “The Gnome” as it played with
an occasional pop in the background. However, when this album ended, I just seemed
to stop.
“I, if umm.” “Come on,” she said, “get it out.” Sounding a bit flustered that I
“Could we hear more music?” “Sure,” said Harmony, as she hastily parted
the canopy drapes and placed another plate of plastic on the spinning wheel.

                                                                               Pg 223

The album was called, Forever changes by a band artfully titled, Love. To my dismay,
I soon found a majority of the songs were just too seedy; like the entire house was slowly
becoming a public thoroughfare, and that was rather unsettling. As the music continued
to play, I felt as though we were outside, intimately relaxing in a bed on the sidewalk of a
bad neighborhood. As I looked up to reaffirm my surroundings, it felt like some invisible
barrier was missing, and people were just strolling through. I didn't actually see anyone,
and it wasn't all that bad. It was a spiritual manifestation brought on by the music.                           

This music I thought, should only be played outdoors!

In no way did I feel like I was being chaperoned by an adult on this journey. We were two
equal partners in love, exploring the vast region of time and space within a simple setting.

In my brain, I was older than time itself, but younger than my own paradoxical emotions.

Sitting inside this earthly shell, I was now a guest to both mind and being.

Feeling loved and
having been loved should never be brought into question,
because that is what the estate of life is all about.
It is what God intended.

It is not only about playing games in the schoolyard or how many trading cards you can collect.
Sure, that would be a large slice of the pie, had Harmony never entered into the equation, but for
now it was about striving for maturity and learning about real life in the present tense.
On this
particular journey,
I knew nothing of what was to happen, nor nothing of what was to be.

Everything we touched, and e
verything we saw was comprised of its own unique DNA molecules
which made it noticeably different. To know an ordinary kitchen chair was wondering if it was
still comfortable enough for people to sit on, or beginning to grasp the fact that the kitchen table
in reality, was a much better dancer than Fred Astaire could literally blow someone's mind. . .

In a bizarre kind of way, I really appreciated the whole
aspect of what Harmony was trying to show me.

However, when it came down to brass tacks,

the more I understood, the less I knew!

         House of Nimrod - Slightly-Delic

“Congratulations” said Harmony with enlarged pupils, “you're officially a hippie now!”
“You mean yippie right?” “I said hippie; yippies are just kids pretending to be adults.”

As my face grew into a smile, I could almost see the new day ahead in its glory.

“How does it feel to be the last hippie in America?”
Harmony asked, like a news commentator.
I then flashed her the peace sign, while attempting to convey an expression of wistful humility.

“Wanna get back into the groove of things? she chortled
while insinuating intent through motive.

“I do,” I said,
enthralled to the engines!!!

As I gazed at this angel lying before me, I could clearly see where the
extensions of her wings had gone on to evolve into graceful arms.
she sprawled across the covers with her legs apart, I stared at it.
the dimly lit room, it appeared to be almost alive, and
I knew within my
very spirit that it was longing to be kissed;
touched; played with; loved!

This I did with pleasure, and my lover once again began moaning
and writhing on the bed sheets.
I drove my little tongue in and
around her swollen pudenda, and she could not get enough of it!

How abundant is your love, that I may dance and sing!
So serene in stature my love lies, waiting.
As pretty as a painting you pose for me. . .
More flexible than a cobra, you wind your arms
around me until our fingers interlock in loving bond!

So charismatic, you watch in ecstasy as I maneuver around
the perimeter
of your loving orifice trying desperately to
please you,
that I may never lose your affection.

Separated we are nothing, but together. . .

Together we are perfect!!!

All the time I experimented with drugs in my teenage years trying to find myself, I
never realized, in fact, that it was you my love, my heart was searching for. It is not
easy living when the only person who truly loves you is at the other end of a viaduct,
and you cannot reach her. Time becomes cynical and everyone around you, a threat
for they now hold the key to each other's heart. I am only happy I was able to make
her smile. In the end, I would wake up one morning to find I had been buried alive.

As you read on, you may come to realize that you, yourself
are in fact, being judged as I speak. Ignore it, for it will pass.

In life there are always two paths to choose from. . .

The path of right and wrong;
good and bad; love and hate.

Sometimes the uncharted path with no arrow is the path we
are predestined to walk. Always remember, for every step taken
on life’s long journey, there is one we do not come back from.

(((This is my final warning)))

                                                                               Pg 224

Like a butterfly to a flower, I rolled my tongue around in her sweet labia.
Just getting my nectar for the day and pleasing the flower. Where the scent of
spring emanates from acrid darkness, and the moment of truth becomes flesh.

In and about her, I jaunted making my stay there a pleasant one.
Freezing the hands of time that I may always go back and please her.

Eternity would not be enough time for me to fill the compendium of my longing
heart by satisfying hers. The road to her love was mine forever, and even though
I'd been lost, I was becoming even more lost in the treasures of joy I found early.

Delectably, I savored each moment as though I were in a sweet and savory honeycomb
crafted by God. All for the one who has chosen to love me; all for the one I have chosen
to love, honor and adore. My every move was actuated by an intense longing to serve
her, while I alone made sure I did not spend too long of a time apart from her joy spot.

That delicate nerve center where the heart of pleasure flows. Always give her more to
look forward to, while continually striving to maintain a perfect balance between worlds.

As I lovingly ascended in thought toward a celestial body of stars, I remained fastened
to my perch. Harmony praised me with words of love as I tenderly washed over her
perineum, making sure not to stray too far from home in the process. I then returned to
suckle on the tiny hooded spout, which was merely a formation of flesh that had settled
from purest water, but was now the center of all life. . . M
y shiny pink pearl.

She screamed and began to clutch onto the bed sheets, thrusting her body upwards. Then
with an eager
thumb, I hooked into Harmony's dark region while my tongue created a
state of amatory bliss for us to dissolve in.
An intensity of erotic lewdness washed her
inner torso clean
, while our minds bathed in the sweet resolve of such palatial bacchanalia.

After what seemed like the world's longest French kiss,
Harmony was
begging me to stop. I now had to feel
for the lower half of my jaw
because it genuinely
felt as though it were no longer there.

“How long can you do that?” she asked proudly,
as if she had just won an award.

“Maybe an hour; I love the taste of you.”
As she put her hand under my oily chin
to raise it, she said, “you're never, ever getting away from me!” I then crawled over
to where she was and kissed her mouth as if it were the warm orifice of her love. She
then guided me into her tender canal where I found myself, ensconced in the warmth
of her gentle body. Within minutes, I released my passion and love concluded.

After which, we went downstairs and had fun examining everything.
As I turned to look at the banister, I saw the spindle's slowly turning!
Wow, I said to myself, they should sell these mushrooms at the circus!

                                             Nirvana - Trapeze

I then followed my lover into the parlor, before suddenly realizing how magnificent
the elaborately fringed lambrequin was! There was an overly fancy pier table between
the window and the door, that had weird claw-like feet. “Poor thing,” I thought, “never
gets to sleep
.” Next to the fireplace sat a fat Marquise chair that depicted an eighteenth
century scene. This was surrounded by colorful orange and forest green flowers. 

Everything she enjoyed, I enjoyed! Antiques, collectibles, curios,
and the like. One day, I will give unto her all her heart requires!

As I continued to survey the room with big frog-like eyes, listening to the seraphic words
of an angel only an impulse away, I began to feel ever so distant. Almost like I was fading
away into obscurity. Even though she was right beside me, through the hazy mist I felt so lost.

Like I had fallen in love with a beautiful hologram that was slowly beginning to vanish.

                                                                               Pg 225

Since I wasn't holding onto her hand, our connection had been severed. The connection which
made us inseparable. For some weird reason, I was unable to do anything but listen to her speak.

Maybe Harmony doesn't know she lost me, or have I lost her?

Why was I so terrified of losing her? Terrified that these inanimate objects which
have now been given life from the great beyond, would not approve of me touching
her and seek to rid me from their world by cleverly portraying their malevolence!

Then I'd have nowhere to go cause they're outside too.

It would be a very risky move on my part, and I was not going to chance it.

                           Davy Jones and the Lower Third - You've got a habit of leaving

I must say, the doldrums of mediocrity hadn't a chance

in the land of wishing wells and mythical things!

Even the bushes and trees outside were laced with imagination, which had poured out onto
the grass. Within the unexplored forest that lies hidden deep within the confines of one’s own
impalpable thoughts, a strange new world was growing; a world that defied explanation!

Man this stuff was everywhere and on everything! It was even on my arms and legs! Like strange
tattoo's that began to crop up on the skin's surface without any indication or warning. At least they
were playful and happy, and I was just bewildered, to put it mildly. As I began the act of opening
and closing my fist, Harmony asked me if I was okay. “Um-hum,” I replied, I'm just looking at
things under my skin. *a bad sign* Are they on this too? She asked nervously, while showing
me her outstretched palm. Looking at all the exquisite lines and markings, any worries I had of
things growing under my skin vanished; the way you'd forget an old grey hair once it's plucked!

As my hand interlocked with hers, that spectral graffiti in its uncompromising form ebbed away.
Standing beside Harmony like a handsome groom, I was once again fearless! Calmly, I watched
as our veins interconnected beneath the skin to become one joining. We were now one flesh!
One unique being that was graciously adapting to its new world.

As I began to absorb the imagery of this room, I saw a dated urn on the shelf atop
the fireplace. The ashes of a loved one. I cannot believe I actually felt like climbing
up there and opening it, but thought something might come flying out and bite me!

There were three paintings hanging on the wall,
one in particular caught my attention.

A cute little girl from another time dressed in Victorian era clothing and holding a lovable
puppy. The painting was notably old; so old it had a craquelure texture to it. She smiled
sweetly for me, like she would be there at the wedding. I then wondered if a renowned
artist had painted it. She seemed happy watching me, and I was content in knowing
I had made a connection with someone who existed before the Civil War.
I could see the puppy was getting restless, and had she put him down and walked
back into the painting, I believe I would have only sighed.

Adjacent to the fireplace along the wall sat an antique leather trim steamer trunk that
Harmony used to store her winter blankets in. Next to this and alongside the left wall
stood a sturdy vitrine with only half the amount of knickknack's in it. About ten feet
away from that stood a Baroque escritoire. This odd looking redundancy appeared to
be enjoying the festivities for he was tap dancing silently and in a chattering manner.

                                                                               Pg 226

As I looked over at a pair of gilt bronze ewers that stood at each side of the pier table,
I noticed each one was facing a different direction. I loved the way she decorated a room.
Everything in such perfect order as if each thing was somehow trying to present itself to me!
The way the candelabra sat atop the mantelpiece, or the gentle way the bellows had been hung
made me think of how wonderful she was. Even something so simple as the log resting in the
andiron through the fireplace ensemble now appeared precious to me. Just then harmony
began to walk into the living room, and since we could not be separated, I followed. 

“Look at it now,” she said, pointing in amazement at the seventeenth century French
carved cupboard. As we approached this aberrant creature; this surrealistic nightmare
of epic proportion, I told Harmony to stop. That we should not go any further to it.
“Don't worry, we're old friends,” she said giggling. “You're safe! As we were almost
upon it, I contemplated this extraneous and enlarged living box. Dazzled was I, yes, but
more so, there was something within me telling me to
proceed with extreme caution.

There were naked women around its borders fondling themselves. Cherubs in scrolls wanting
to speak. Mad screaming faces of baboon-like humans who were, in fact, Indian chiefs who ate
too much pudding. There was the face of a young boy exploding out of a sunflower and finally,
two young men with flaccid organs carrying a basket of treats to the king. Without warning,
I catch her attempting to stroke one of the figures! She was stroking it!!! What the. . .

They're getting hard!!!

My mouth dropped open leaving my jaw to hang
for there was now, no way of closing it.

I moved back with an unsteady gait and nearly faltered.

For some odd reason, my brain now felt like it was mainly

composed of a series of unstable elements, and had I fallen
to the floor, I honestly believe I would have discharged on
and disintegrated; that is how worthless I felt,
yet I could
do nothing but stand there!

My mouth like a gaping hole!!!

I could not believe Harmony would make me watch as she satisfied these mutant beasts
with her irresistibly warm fingers. As I began stewing in my own distemperance, I had a
very lucid moment of clarity. Have I gone mad, that I could be puzzled by a piece of
ingracious furniture?
I then heard or thought I heard the Baroque escritoire rollicking
in the next room! I'm not sure what he was doing, but I did envision those drawers
of his pumping in and out like a quiet accordion in its passive feast!

At some point, I really thought he was going to come
galloping in and rescue me from this madness.

What was I worried about?

Are they not pieces of wood,

carved and affixed as an adornment?

They can see, and they can think.
They can hear, but can't voice an opinion.
They enjoy being touched and can even produce an erection. . .

Now I'm really upset!!!

Alas, they are certainly (((not))) mere pieces-of-wood!
Pieces of wood do not lick their lips; pieces of wood do not yawn!

On the other hand, they cannot simulate living matter as to run
across a hillside; neither can they form true expression, unless
it was a feature in their initial design. Since they cannot possess
any habits or mannerisms, there is nothing to worry about! Either
way, it wouldn't stop me from feeling the way I was feeling inside.

Just the way she was touching it. The way 'it' was enjoying her touch
made me insanely jealous! I could not watch this spectacle any longer
and had to turn away. At this point, I was almost about to sever hands.

                                   The Relics - Inside outside

I could not believe she had insinuated herself into their retreat. It was
just so baffling to me! Oh, she knew I was jealous all right. The way
she was smirking as I teetered there like a busted ventriloquist dummy!

Why did it even matter?

Were they going to come crawling out of the woodwork
and invite themselves to my party?

It's my party you wooden bastards!!!

                              The Impac - Too far out

                                                                               Pg 227

As I studied this necromantic absurdity; this menagerie of horrors, which by rights should have
been burned during the Middle Ages, I noticed that the whole structure of the outside housing
was resting firmly on the backs of four tiny dogs with lion faces and big bulbous feet! “Come,”
she said to me, and used her thumb to close my jaw. “Thanks,” I said, as I took a step forward.

At this moment, I could plainly see all my worrying was in vain, for each
of them was now acting as if they were either drunk, poisoned or dying. 

Such is the price one must pay to become greater than himself.

As we left to enter another room, I felt a bit sad that I had to watch them
die like that. Sometimes life can be unpredictable and unfair,
but life is
never without its reasons. Everything that happens, happens
for a reason
and there is nothing you can do about it, except
change the course you're on,
if you find in your heart it's all wrong.

As I poured out my sentiment to her, in a way in which only a child could have,
she got down on both knees while sitting comfortably on the inner portion of her
thighs. Looking up at me, as though I were a soldier going off to war,
Harmony spoke in the voice of a devoted wife.

“When I look at you, I can see past that closed door. The door to a wonderful future
together. A door that is still closed. I know you will do right by me, and for this reason
alone, I will not trade you for the world. I love you more than my own heart beating.
Every beat is yours and you're growing so fast. I know you will do what is right my love,
and I will take such good care of you Charlie, I promise.”
I was so touched by the display
of affection, that I fell into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and got lost. I wanted to
stay there forever and live in them. Then she kissed me on my forehead.

                                     Abba - I've been waiting for you

There was nothing evil or wrong with what we were doing.

It was the purest form of love, and this I will never deny.

Oh my darling, had it not been for you, the mysteries of this world

I could never have known and love may have been nothing special.
I am sure you would not scorn me for exposing our love unto them.

*The children of the world*

For you once said to me that “if my life were
a book, then you'd be the words,”
because I had given you so much
for someone so young and so sweet.
Remember my love?

And one day the whole world was going to see us and marvel
at our love.
We came so close baby. . . We came so close.

                                                                               Pg 228

Toward the middle of this strange trip, I began to feel worried.

This had progressed to a feeling of paranoia. There was something in the air
causing me dismay; leaving me helpless. Standing withing a shell of dreams,
I could only imagine things getting
worse. There was no resolve at this level.

I was drifting away.

My mind was in a state of confusion as evolution cast an umbrage
of despair over mankind. A wave of terror so pronounced, I could
almost see its personage beginning to take shape by the cellar stairs.

Like a bogeyman, ready to consume my very soul, I stood there paralyzed
and trembling.
But the door to that evil place was opened; and I couldn’t
close it because I was only a boy.
In a sinister fashion the darkness was
coming. It was going to devour me in untold ways, and I couldn’t stop it.

“Harmony, I’m scared.”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“It’s coming. . .”
“What’s coming?”
“The darkness!”

I didn't know if I should sit, stand, speak, shout or scream!

Part of me wanted to run, and run fast, but there was nowhere to go.
With imagination on the rise, and a chemical imbalance replacing any

form of normalcy, I was either going to die, or I was going to become
insane. Either way I looked at it, there would be no returning.

In absolute horror, I pointed to the cellar stairs. . .

“You have to close that door!”
“Come with me.”
“No!!!” I replied loudly, in a state of total shock.
“I trusted your judgement once, remember?”
“Now, you’re going to have to trust mine.”

Ever so slowly, I proceeded to walk until we approached the kitchen. I knew it was going
to snare me and rend me to shreds, and so I severed hands.
There was no blood, and there
was no pain, yet there were torn wires of red and blue dangling out into an ethereal haze.
Wires I could see weren’t real. I was learning the art of the game, and had I played it on
a regular basis, I’m pretty sure I would have understood what it was like to become a
deity; only I didn’t want to be a shaman. . .

I only wanted what I was feeling inside for the woman I was enamored to.

“I love you Harmony,” I said in a defeated voice that almost appeared to be quivering.
“But whatever happens, don’t come into the kitchen.” If I could have cried, I would
have; but I was too frightened to cry. And so, I walked like I was walking on a very
thin sheet of aluminum foil, without trying to make a sound.

As I was within arm's reach of the handle, I saw them downstairs swirling about in the darkness.
The monsters who live under my bed; the creatures who reside in my closet; and they saw me.
“Please,” I said, to the apparitions who conspire in dark shadows, turning every child's room
into a hellish place of utter torment, “take me if you must, but let Harmony be.”

The swirling stopped; they heard me!
I spoke inside my head and they heard me!!!
This was a step above horrific; an astonishingly intense
nightmare which occurred while one was awake!

As I reached for the handle, I assumed the end was near, and so I reached slowly.
I knew if I reacted fast, they would react even faster, so I gave them a chance to
spare me. I wasn’t about to bolt for the light switch, because if I missed it, not only
would I be signing my own death warrant, but I would be signing Harmony’s as well.

No, this had to be done their way. . .

As I gently closed that heavy wooden door to a world I could not even fathom,
I came to the realization that the monsters in the shadows were in fact, my friends;
and they were about as misunderstood by us as we were of them.

Pg 229

I then felt this rush of emotion flooding my senses, but I could not keep it at bay.

Immediately, I ran over to Harmony and embraced her. My emotions now
exposed in the light. “Do you know what you just did?” asked Harmony, as
proud as a peacock. “You gave your life for me.” And I would not let go.

As I released my arms, I realized the nightmare was still unfolding. . .

Sitting down on the couch, I would find the process of time had already
begun to change me. I was becoming old. Old and decrepit, but I was so
young. How was this happening? I was now older than Harmony’s grandfather,
and he was dead. I touched my face and could feel it. The fragility of the elderly.
I now knew what it felt like to be ninety. I couldn’t stand. My legs would crumble,
I was sure of that, but I had to. . . I just couldn’t.

“Harmony, do you still love me?”
“Of course, I still love you, silly! Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I’m old; I can’t even close my hands, I’m so old.”

I really thought that if I closed my hands, my dusty fingers
that had become frail and withered, would crack and fall off.

I really thought that if I closed my hands, my dusty fingers that had
become frail and withered, would crack and fall off. In truth, I felt
like a two-thousand-year-old mummy, wrapped in bandages quite
friable, and skin covered in cobwebs that had already turned black.

If there were insects or spiders crawling around inside me, it didn’t
even matter, because there was nothing there but an empty shell of man.

“Baby, you’re not old; it is merely the man inside of you stepping
forth from the boy.” Do not fight him, he is my lover.

Harmony reassured me by saying, “it's all right, the most important
thing to do now is relax.” I couldn't relax, for I lost the ability to
remember how. She then unbuttoned her blouse and put my hand
on her breast. So that's how we do it, I thought, rather speechless.

Amazed as the weight of the world was lifted from my spirit!

I wasn't decaying because I could still feel.
I wasn't old because my voice still sounded the same!
It was either a trick from The Devil, or a test from God;
and I had to be mature enough to figure it out.

Right before my very eyes, I could feel life being restored to my aged limbs
as youthfulness returned to revitalize my entire being. In awe, I watched the
darkness being absorbed into Harmony. The magnificent light burning within
her had cancelled out the darkness. I removed my hand to find everything was
normal! “How good it felt to be young again,” I thought to myself quietly!

For the next hour we explored the basement,
the attic, and a spare room upstairs.

Upon returning to the living room, I stepped into the kitchen briefly to get a
glass of water. Pulling the glass from the cabinet it slipped from my hand and
fell to the floor shattering. I simply froze. Harmony came rushing in and told
me not to move! Putting on her slippers, she swept the glass into a small pile.
From there she used a dustpan to dispose of the broken shards of glass.

“Don’t dwell upon it,” she said, “things break.” But that wasn’t it.
I remember dropping a glass when I was three years old. In my mind
the glass just kept exploding, and I saw myself for what I was. . .

I was just a kid.

A flashback in my brain to an earlier time which was only yesterday.
It is beginning to cause me real concern. The helpless child is still helpless;
and the room was getting angry. If a woman has to constantly clean up after
you, then you are still a little boy. A little boy who never really gets older.

I could now feel myself getting younger.
I was getting younger and couldn’t stop!

At this rate, I’m going to be a blossoming fetus on the couch in less than
the span of an hour! My parents will then come to learn what it is, me and
Harmony have been doing together in our quiet time. They may yearn to
seek retribution by sending her to jail, and I will be powerless to stop them!

How will I even be able to communicate my emotions,
should I awaken in the mental state of a toddler?

I was regressing back in time. . .

                                                                               Pg 230

If not in body and spirit,
then in mind, and the mind is everything!

This cannot be happening now!

My brain was unraveling.
The snake had become knotted.
A head full of hair was now growing in reverse.

In other words,
I was getting tangled up in the madness.

My skull felt abnormally weird,
like my brain was beginning to divide.

I thought of my dilemma and could not lay it to rest. Though the
more I dwelt upon it, the more unresolved it became until I panicked,
and the whole night was in danger of turning into an apocalypse!

How absurd was the fact, that through all this, I honestly believed
I had the mind of a fully-grown adult? An adult who stood firm in
curiously piecing together the puzzle known as life. But now, if I could
only stop shrinking!!! The last thing I wanted to do was become a
developing infant, but it was happening to me and I couldn’t stop it.

In a very strange and disturbing kind of way, I could begin to see
my veins pumping blood to all the organs, for my skin had become
translucent, and had I been born with the uncanny ability to draw,
I may have produced a rather impressive anatomy chart!

I had absolutely no idea what was going on at this point for people. The persistence
of echoing voices were like woodpeckers jabbering away in my head, and the turmoil
was becoming even more absurd. They wanted to know,
more than I was letting on,
and gradually I was losing the part of myself I needed to coexist in a world of logic.
Gazing at my arm hanging down, there were no longer balloon-like veins swollen
and pronounced; they have diminished from fear and were now removed. Anxiety
was causing my heart to race. . .

It was in this hour, where I pleaded unto Harmony to save me.
“Would you please help me, because I can't do this anymore!”

She held my little hand in hers, and spoke in the voice of a whisper.

“To be a man, you must first be an embryo.”
I then said, “I feel like an embryo man.

*Harmony laughed*

“You can't be both silly!
You have to choose one, and that is what you will become.”

“Do you choose to be an embryo, or do you choose to be a man?”

“I choose to be a man.”
“Then my little prince, my man you shall be.”

Harmony put a hand to my forehead and another upon my heart, when I began
to feel an immense power. Similar to the rays of the sun was this overwhelming
feeling of flowing heat, penetrating the very layers of my conscious being!

Blowing away the evil fortress that had been erected on fear and lies,
and turning all man-made instability into simplistic children's rhymes.

Within minutes, I began to feel a complete turnaround!

That black hole which was about to consume my very body, mind,
and soul, would now have to find another universe to swallow. It
disappeared inside the darkness of its own formulation, allowing me
the dignity of continuing to be with the only person I ever truly loved.

Yes, the spell had been broken and instantly reversed.
I was getting older again. Older and taller still!!!

“You did it,” I proclaimed unfettered! “You saved me!!!”

“Did you think I was just going to leave you like that?”
“No but. . .” “Shhhhhhh, don't speak; just hold me.”


                                                                                 Maywood - I believe in love

                                                                               Pg 231

I will never forget that wonderful weekend. Thank you baby.
Indeed, she was the essence of kindness in a totally loving way.
A princess in an age of madness, and I was the prince who was
once a frog. I then thought, how can God love me this much?

To give me so much, it just didn't add up. It was the finest gift
anyone in this solar system could ever have given me. I loved
her more now than I ever did before, and I needed her to such a
degree it would become crippling. If I went without seeing her for
a day or two, I would begin to exhibit symptoms that were like painful
withdrawals, accompanied by feelings of shock, delusion, terror,
helplessness, and that of being unequivocally lost. As time went
on, these feelings would only intensify in nature.

The longer I went without seeing her, the worse they became.

Woe unto you who do not believe in nightmares,
for I tell you they are real.

Less than a week went by before I found my writing style had become more
fluent. I went from writing like a fifth grader to writing like a tenth grader
almost overnight! “The mushrooms; it had to be the mushrooms,” I thought.
What else could it be? I would later come to realize the unfathomable. . .

Every gift that is acquired from an unknown source,
comes with something more attached to it.

But this wasn’t the scary part. . .

It was a Thursday, December 12th. I went over to her house and unlocked
the side window. There were still groceries at the bottom of the landing and
so, I carried them into the kitchen and put them away. Harmony hadn't been
feeling well for the past month or so, and this was no flu. Rapidly, she had lost
her beautiful complexion, and as I entered, I could now see her struggling to
get up from the couch, but I couldn't tell for sure.

“Is everything alright, babe?” I asked, feeling overly concerned.

Why wouldn't it be?” she said. I then saw the jar on the counter, she
must have been trying to open earlier. I turned it with all my might and
it opened up. “You're getting weak,” I said foolishly. She smiled in that
sad way. “You're getting stronger and I'm getting weaker,” she said.

“You don't look so good,” I responded, now realizing her face was becoming
gaunt. Her body, emaciated. “I feel even worse,” she said trying to smile.
“Are you sure you're okay?” Harmony nodded while looking down at the
floor, and I didn't like that feeling I was getting in the pit of my stomach.

I then reminded her of something she told me when we first met.

That we could only be friends, if we were completely honest with
another. She then began to sob uncontrollably. “Please don't
cry,” I begged her, as I rubbed her arm in a slow circular motion.
When I asked her why she was crying, she simply put her index
finger upon my lips and looked deeply into my eyes. “Love me,”
she said through her tears, and I did, only this time it felt wrong.

As if it were no longer Harmony I was making love to. I could not
shake the feeling that I was somehow hurting her, and so I tried to
be as gentle as humanly possible by positioning the weight of my
body upon my forearms. “Don't forget me little prince,” I heard
her say faintly under her breath as we made the heaven's glow,
through the passionate love we created together.

That was the last time I ever saw her.

                                                                               Pg 232

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