Cafe At The End Of Time 18.5

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.

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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.

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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.

“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.