Act 1 Scene 3
A flat in Stepney Green, two hippies and a shell-shocked business
man.Sarah Clarke, known to her friends as Quark because she is a bit strange,
Russet Clair and John Hampton.
Russet: Oh, I’m transcending
Quark: John, scatterthe cushions!Her
Ka could end up anywhere, I once witnessed a young accountant by the name of Staffidson who
transcended himself into a fridge once. His higher self sharing a space with the
cucumber and cheese spread.
Russet: I’m flying.
Quark: Quick! Put that incense out. Turn off the whale-song Russ, it’s
getting too ambient in here. We don’t want a full on trance.
Quark: What can you see Russet, do you see the butterfly?
Russet: Yes a butterfly, a big beautiful butterfly with a big laughing
head. HA HA HA HA it’s so happy and laughing HA HA, Oooer! It’s me. Ooh I’m a
big butterfly..
John: You’re not a butterfly Russet!
Quark: Don’t say that you’ll ground her too soon!
John : Believe me she doesn’t
want to be a butterfly. It’s not healthy. A tiny brain and eaten by spiders!
Come on.
Russet: Wow! WOW!
John: What is it Russet?
Russet: WOW!
Quark: What are you feeling?
Russet plumps down into one the scatter
cushions: Ow got a bit of a cramp actually.
John: Is that all? you transcend to a higher vibrational state of being
and come back with a cramp, that doesn’t say much for the new age movement does
it? Front page news:
I went and communed with the absolute
oneness of God consciousness and it made my eyes go funny.
Russet: Don’t be like that.. I did feel something.
John: What?
Russet: Well, I felt kind of dizzy.
John: Don’t take this the
wrong way Russet but that’s not what people want to hear. Anyone can feel
dizzy, it’s not a mystical experience. Why don’t you put it this way:
“I felt my soul vibrate along my body as if
I were a string playing an infinite harmonic, I rose higher and higher until..
I FELT A DISORIENTATING LIGHTNESS OF BEING. You see that sounds better than I
felt kind of dizzy.
Quark : You’re such a business man
John, she’s not trying to sell you her experience you know. I think she
should express herself any way she wants. What about you I haven’t seen you
meditate even once yet. What do you feel?
John : I don’t do that anymore.
Russet :
Why not?
John: It’s too dangerous anything could happen.
Quark snorts derisorily
John: Yeah, I wish it were a joke. But it’s not, there are dark forces
at work in these times, and I used to work for them. Since then they’re never
far from me, hoping that I will decide to return to dark fold once more.
Russet: But you won’t, you’ll never go back into merchant banking will you
John?
John: It’s not just banking Russ, if only it were that simple, if only
it were a question of applying or not applying for a certain job, no. It’s the
crossroads. Everytime we go through life we step from one crossroads to
another, we make certain decisions and this dictates which path we take. Every
minute of my life I am faced with different crossroads. There was one just
then.
Quark: I didn’t see a crossroads.
John: It was there. Here’s one right in
front of me now. Shall I stop talking and go to my room and get me head down,
or shall I tell you what happened.
Quark: So which decision leads where?
John: That’s the thing. I just don’t know. I do know that if I start to
transcend in mixed company, things start to take a turn for the worse.
Quark: Examples or it didn’t
happen.
John: I used to be in banking as you know. As such I acquired a large
portfolio of clients we worked with. One of them was a famous record company.
They have these foreign doos for suits
like me every so often. All the lobster and caviar you can eat and great tides
of fairly decent free champagne. I used to quite look forward to them. Then a
night in a five-star hotel and a little bit of whatever kind of ‘room service’
you’re into, shall we say.
Quark: Oh yeah, what did you have?
John: I used to ask them to send
me a long haired woman with long fingernails and I used to ask her to scratch
my back.
Quark: Is that all?
John: Afterwards I had sex with her.
Quark: Oh John, I’m so disappointed in you.
John: What are you supposed to do? It was expected, they’d think you were
weird otherwise.
Quark: What’s weird about not having sex with prostitutes?
John: These people, you see they’re…different. Not like you and me.
Russet: What do you mean not like you and me. It’s you you’re talking
about.
John: I’m different now. I’ve lived here for eight months, you know me,
a Twix and two sugars in my tea, that the limit to my hedonism these days, but
back then I was mixing with a very different crowd. These were people with all
the money in the world, and to get that money they had had to engage in some
kind of morally ambiguous chicanery, so in a sense they didn’t really go in for
ideas of right or wrong anymore, because they couldn’t. If they did they would
have to give up their fortunes and return all the money from the people and
companies and governments they legally stole it from. So they decide that if they’re going to hell
they might as well enjoy the journey, so anything goes…. Anything they think
will relieve the boredom of being one of the ‘bad-guys’.
Some people start to get into perversion
for its own sake, they start not even to enjoy life but just try to commit as
many atrocities as possible before their life is over and the accounts have to
be settled. They see that their ledger is already full of bad marks so they
decide they might as well, to quote the Rolling Stones: ‘Paint it black’.
Quark: And the most perverse thing you did was get your back scratched?
John: That’s about the size of it. I found out about what was going on
when I saw a couple of Thai children being led to a room down to corridor from
me. That was when I decided to get out.
It’s not just the music business, it’s the film industry too. In fact
anywhere there is money power and influence, you will also find this kind of
mentality of fellow passengers on the bus bound for hell. That’s why you get
these stars every so often caught in the dragnet of paeodophiles, and also you
get the odd star who says how he or she was sexually abused when they were a
child by someone in the industry. Though it doesn’t happen often and for good
reason, who wants to admit that they were abused as a child? There’s a great
feeling of shame about it and many people refer to hide this pain and never
refer to it. Also anyone speaking out risks never working again in ANY
industry, and also there are other, more brutal methods of dissuasion which can
be employed to silence people.
Quark: So what happens when you
meditate?
John: Strange things.
Quark: Such as?
John: Well Iwas initiated into a cult called the Knights of the sacred
Trousers...
Russet: laughingThetrouser lords? You’re joking?
John: The trouser knights are no joke Russet believe me, they are a very
dangerous and very deranged group of people.
Russet: Why are they so into ‘trousers’, it all seems a bit camp.
John: Hardly that, it’s an all male organisation, the trousers are their
symbol of their bond of brotherhood. They have abilities that are not of this
world. While working in Japan, and I learned how to communicate with the hidden
masters of the Trouser Knights. We were told to meditate and clear our minds
and the Masters would appear to us.
Initially I saw vague colours and moving shapes when I closed my eyes,
then with time I started to hear a voice. As I became tuned into this voice it
seemed to grow stronger until I was carrying out regular conversations with
this ‘master’. And then one day, it appeared in my penthouse flat while I was
sat on that tatami floor meditating as I used to. It emerged from the cupboard
where I used to keep my futon. It was like a moving shadow, as if something
from the darkness inside the cupboard was moving out into the room. As I
watched the moving shadow the sunlight
which was streaming into my room was suddenly stifled and a heavy cloud must
have passed over the sun, plunging the room into a temporary darkness, darkness
is the element this beings need to move and manifest. In the best Biblical
tradition they flee the light of God. And it came upon me. A cockroach. Urgh!
But the cockroach was just puppet theatre compared to its master. The shadow
entered me and possessed my will.
Quark: Sounds like David Icke territory. What size Tin foil hat would you
like? Tall or venti?
John: Mockery is a very human reaction when confronted with
uncomfortable truths but it’s no joke. I wish it were. Oh how I wish it were
just a merry and foolish flight of fancy, or an ego comforting delusion. But it
wasn’t, it isn’t. These beings rule the world.
Quark: Cockroaches?
John: Clark, if you’re not going
to take it seriously.....
Quark: Sorry John. I was just messing about. Of course I take you seriously.
Like you say, you lay heavy stuff about disembodied demon beings and mind
control on someone, on a Tuesday afternoon, then what do you expect. Tuesday
afternoons and tales of inter-dimensional beings don’t sit too well together.
You should have saved it till Friday night. Anything’s possible on a Friday
night.
John: Yeah I know, I’ve seen you dancing but never mind trying to
rationalise it. Face it, it’s real.
There are beings out there. Invisible to our eyes. The stuff of myth legend and
mystery; most people go about their lives completely oblivious to them. Living
and dying without ever really understanding what is taking place on planet
earth right now, and what has always been taking place on planet earth.
Quark: What?
John: I can’t tell you. Yet.
Quark: You’re no fun at all today John. Well I’m gonna turn the telly on.
Quark switches on the TV and the 9:33 o’clock news flickers into
life.
Newscaster: Good evening, my name’s Sarah
Serious and this is the news at 9:33. Miss
Naomi Spence, known to her fans as Player Attitude, has been reported missing
without trace half way into her opening night concert at the O-No arena in East
London. Miss Spence had left the stage briefly for a costume stage before a
series of encores but failed to respond to knocks on her dressing room. When
the door was opened there was no sign of the famous singer, nor any clue as to
her disappearance.
John: standing up. Good heavens! They’ve struck again!
Quark: Who has?
John: It’s best you don’t know child. I need to make a phone call.
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