...on brain time

Reading for March 28, 2010

Never before, and................. not ever since....... had my reptilian brain surfaced and taken over. An alertness was summoned. I stayed completely still, however, in my suspension - pulse and respiration rates down . A primal sound….......anechoic and pure .........opened the air as might a sword unsheathed by lover's final breath.

Then a form caressed my vision and dropped below my sight.

I initiated an efficient and rapid transfer of my body out of the mango tree, and onto my motorcycle. Ironically, though, before I could even start to understand ~~* in my homo-sapiens-brain *~~ what had just happened - I was distracted by the intent of my mission: getting the information about starting a zoo. 

So there I was, at the mirroring beacons of socio-economic enlightenment before I began to really understand what had happened.

In a neuronal trailblazing frolic, wildfire images of the Promised Land played off each other as political sense started to make nonsense.  Vamping consciousness still easing my Mango Tree Event into full awareness, and, unaware of the danger I would face before nightfall ~ unless I made a drastic turn ~ I indulged in invitations to utopia – both of them. Both referring to the duo, that, were/was actually, very close to schizoid mirrors for each other.

On one side of the street, was the United States Information Service [a government agency that no longer exists] and on the other side of the street, was the Soviet Union Information Service [a socialist state that no longer exists]. The large front window of each building had posters with pictures of happy, smiling people – all ages, urban and rural inhabitants. A few brief sentences dotted the constructs. Again, almost word for word, each place said the same thing: this is the best way people can live. The US posters were in English - the Soviet's in Russian and English.
Hmmmm... I looked back and forth.......... yep! The posters could be switched without any one of those rosy-cheeked, well fed, well dressed, folks knowing the difference. Neither place had crime, poverty, or homelessness. 
As I gazed at the faces of the people in the Soviet pictures, I couldn't find any one who looked like they had wanted to bomb my second grade class.

….................to be continued

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