Morky Mork has arrived into town, it’s dark. The long drive from a secluded mountain top castle somewhere far north of the city, has concluded at the end of a multi lane travelling corridor. Street signs point him to take a left towards the waterfront area. He then comes to an intersection where he’s forced to make either a left or a right, (he can’t go straight thru because it converts to a double-lane one way street). Morky looks at his dogs and says, “Hey Pootchies, which way ya reckon we go? Both dogs unanimously started barking towards the right, so he takes a right, the road immediately comes to a fork which he goes straight thru without really looking and ends up around a bend where he finds a brightly lit Winnebago with a tacky travelling psychic sign perched out in front..
He parks his van and starts walking towards the camper, as if almost drawn towards. He starts to smell wood burning and then sees a campfire, in the
background he hears lively bohemian style music playing and a few people laughing, drinking, having a good time. They’re all oblivious to his presence until he hacks out a big dry cough and calls attention to himself. Zaza approaches wearing a rather tattered golden colour jump suit. Her hair is wild and large, beyond wind blown. She introduces herself to Morky. “Hello there, my rather large, inquisitive friend. Welcome to my … portable oracle. My name, as I am sure you have guessed is Zaza. I hail from the mystical sisters of OLGA. She then carries on with a half spoken rhyme.
‘My name is Zaza .. The Glorious,
I walk with a “Hippie Stride”,
My nails are long and luxurious,
Dazzling all with the colours of pride.’
As Zaza dances around, she majestically waves her hands in the shape of a figure eight and states, “I know what brings you and I have been expecting you. Come and sit with me, for there are “things” you don’t yet understand.
They both walk in to Zaza’s portable oracle and sit down at a round table with a black table cloth. Zaza makes some tea for her guest. After the tea is served, Zaza slowly and deliberately sits down across from Morky, who barely fit in the seat. She has a serious expression, almost engraved on her face. She starts to explain to Morky how his mind is and works and how its tied to the ‘energy’. She explains, “Your brain is transdusive to your environment it can affect matter in many ways! The first thing I noticed is that your aura is really shimmering, and that it dances around your skull as if it is always a source of entertainment for you. She starts to lightly giggle and smirk. “I….I can see that you are your biggest fan, and that you are constantly amused by many things that others normally wouldn’t find amusing.”
She breaks out in laughter. The look on Morky’s face is kind of confused, he doesn’t know if he should laugh along with her or just grin and bare it.
She keeps on going but stops laughing, her tone is more serious now. “Your mind is like an antenna, you can transmit and receive ‘energy’ and information at will. You have a gift of foresight, when you plan things out, all the possibilities are taken into consideration and no stone is left unturned, you are a master of manipulation and know how to defend yourself very well.” She then starts to cough and her voice gets groggly and sore. “As much as you can create, you can also destroy!
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