Now that the world has ended...

[Glenn Scheper]

You may wonder where I went, since I insisted 9/21:
> Anyway, the world ends Saturday.

Well, the next Monday I had this Gomer Pyle feeling
grin on the thought of writing you again, not gone.
But I told myself, Intercourse preceeds Discourse.
And I continued my walk of faith in odd acting-out.

Now, since things have calmed down so, (or I have),
I figured I'd regale you with the tantric insights
and religious symbolism and perversities of it all.
Maybe somebody'll write a pychonesque tale from it.

Hell, maybe I will.

Last I left you, I was off to make an odd proposal:
Since I'd run away from home a few weeks ago, I've
been hanging out in a bikini bar in the next town.
Beneath a veneer of lust, an aura of love prevails
therein, and I've come to know many people's names.

There was this one black dancer in particular whom
I was going to have, no, need, to complete tantric
preparations that will cause the end of the world.

Remember, Friday evening joins Saturday morning as
the Jewish day, and that day this year, Yom Kippur.

I began my preparations a little earlier. Now, how
do you know if the LORD is talking to you, or it's
just your own ideas bubbling up from subconscious?

Well, I have heard some loud and marvelous things,
but I figure, if He doesn't need to talk directly
to you, because you will do what he wants anyway,
then He keeps to a subtle, subliminal influence.

Anyway, He said/I thought, since the end of the
world is upon us, I'd just draw out a couple of
thousand against my check overdraft protection.

Having considered many possible approach lines,
I thought I'd need other overpowering persuasion
to aid a natural charm that appeared just lately.

So after asking the bank fellow all about my
account, how does overdraft protection work?
how does it get paid back, etc.? Then I wanted
to know if I could get a thousand dollar bill.
I planned to tear it in half to tip the dancer.
But, damn. Certain kinds of bank might be able
to get them, but they don't circulate any more.
So I left with 25 hundred dollar bills instead.

Now, there's this hotel in the area of the bar.
It was pointed out to me, like, an open-door
feeling, a "There it is, go there" intuition
on the night of the directed random drive out
into the night that eventually led me to the
bikini bar. But I didn't go in there, because
I don't spend that kind of money on myself.

On that, one of the first nights out, I ended
up afterwards driving in search of some cheap
motel, found one probably just as expensive,
but they gave me a rate, for the last hundred
dollars in my pocket. Then lowered it for tax.

There I came in my right eye, kind of an Horus
manouvre, remembering, "let your eye be single."
That night (vision preceeds tantric activity),
I'd seen a shade of the dancer, not black like
she is ethnicly black, but pure black, naked,
split out from her, and drift out to her left.

Also in the course of days prior, I had a fast
day, not my habit, but due then to directions,
and ended up driving up the coast, parked out
on a hill overlooking the ocean, and had this
stunning vision I've been describing to people
as Jesus, winged, white, rising off a cross.

But now, I cannot remember a cross, so fitting
it in context, it fulfilled Revelation 19:17:
 "And I saw an angel standing in the sun;
 and he cried with a loud voice,
 saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven,
 Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God;"

To be continued...

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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