Higher Realms, or, The Dance of Dances
by Sub-commandante X

“Forgive me heart, I want to stay"
-- Derek and the Dominoes

“If you don’t want it no more, don’t mess with it. And don’t let it mess with you. If it no longer serves you, just let it go.”

Bidda Beep, bidda boom

Yeah, that’s what they say. And it’s so damn easy to say. But that girl really puts me thru my changes.

Her letter arrived. She told me it was over. “There was never anything, and never would be anything between us. Close but no cigar”, she wrote. Interesting turn of phrase, because, as a matter of fact, I gave her plenty cigars.

When a truth hits you in the eye, sometimes it lets you see the light. OK, if that’s how she feels – nice of her to let me know.

Next morning, she called and wanted to know, “How you doing?” When you’re free, you’re doing pretty good. “OK, really.” I said.

“You sound cold” she said. (Gee, wonder why? Maybe I should apologize?)

She referred to what was happening to us as a ‘transition’. Then she invited me out to New Mexico. Of course, she doesn’t have a place, a date, or, a duration, just yet.

But, an invitation is an invitation.

No doubt about it, the Boy – Girl dance must be played out in its entirety. And it don’t matter how wise, sophisticated, or talented you think you might be.

Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl. And every variation in between that’s imaginable. (I’m not making this up, it’s the LAW.)

So, we share many interests and passions (as it were). But that don’t matter a twit. There’s no exception to the rule.

See, as of yet, we haven’t rubbed up against each other in the dance of dances. So, we still have to go thru this initiation rite, naturally.

I’d hoped past 50, there’d be a reprieve. But, no, don’t look like there’ll be a call from the Governor (Jeb), anytime soon.

Of course, we’re all sexual and excitable, but I’d hoped we could pierce the veil of this 3-dimensional manifest plane and evolve straight to the higher realms.

But, who am I trying to kid, you? Me? And, even being creative don’t seem to help. Not a tiny bit.

The Wise Ones tell us we meet the most important souls in numerous lives, over and over again. Well, maybe…

There must be more that we can aspire to. You can taste it, for crying out loud. Don’t let anyone try to tell you who you can or can’t be, and what your limitations are. Not even yourself.

And, turn off the digital baby-sitters once in a while. Create your own reality. You’ll enjoy it a whole lot more. Isolated, individual spectator-consumers we’re not.

So, don’t wanna be what never was, and never will be. Ever feel something is happening here and nobody’s got a clue?

Well, could be you’re on to something.

Sub-X is a survivor of the radical '60s. These days he's attempting to get beyond the 'Them' and 'Us' duality of Conflict Consciousness. Trying to eliminate conflict from one's reality is a lot like dealing with alcohol. It's an on-going process. Currently, Sub-X seeks solutions and asks, "Why not more beauty, love, and joy?" We know we can do so much better. OK, so why not? Write him at johnech@mindspring.com