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In which we meet Jo-Ab, dreadlocked bodhisattva, collector and educator of hitch-hikers and eternal weaver and twanger of the Wyrd. This is an excerpt from Jack Swift and the Burundanga Blues – available now in all good galaxies and wormholes throughout the universe… ___________________________ The green bus pulled around the corner, squealing on its wheels like a [...] In which Jack is humbled and gives away his trident. _____________________________________________
I have surfed the stars and ridden the wind. I have walked between the worlds, been eaten by a bear and swallowed by the turquoise wolf that steps between the molecules of the sky. I have died and been born a thousand times [...] In which Jack, having fled the city, is reminded of perspective by a skylark and is assailed by visions of Pacha Mama. ____________________________________ In the morning of that night, I woke from a dream. In the dream, I was taking ayahuasca in the jungles of Peru and I’d met Pacha Mama, the great Earth mother. She [...] In which we rediscover Jack on the streets of Edinburgh. Since we met him last, Sri and the Bear have passed on, and an Angel is haranguing him. Jack, drunk and disgruntled, is not in the mood for Angels, Bears or Dead Gurus. ____________________________________ This is a story about the angel. She came and went quickly, [...] In which Jack hitch-hikes up the East coast of Britain and encounters the denizens of the road, only to become lost in the Services just outside Newcastle __________________________________ Hitchhiking is sometimes a joy, and sometimes it is hell. When it is a joy, you can do nothing save simply give thanks. When it is hell, there is [...] |
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