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Authors: Piera Sarasini
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body is that chrysalis. They say my psychic body is merging with it to create a new, finer one. What they don’t get is that I don’t want to shed my human body as it is, made of flesh and blood, in favour of an upgraded vessel tuned to higher frequencies and made of more enduring, self-healing matter. I am tired and heart-broken. I want to be an ordinary woman. I want to have a mundane life and a normal relationship with Gordon. I couldn’t care any less about evolution and the Plan.
I can’t wait to go to that opening tonight. My love will be there: Mr. Gordon Stewart in all his glory. He will want me back when he sees me. He will realise the mistake he’s made and I’ll forgive him in a second. We’ll end up in bed and forget it all. It’s going to be a sex marathon, I know... and that Linda... she’s going to suffer. I’m sorry for her baby but what can a woman do? As for that poncey type in the café they sent to tempt me? I hope I’ve reduced his ego to mince!”
I was really off the mark, Oscar, wasn’t I? In the middle of my river of rantings, my mobile went off. Polly was calling me from a phone-box.
“Where are you?! Are you okay?” She yelled.
“I’m fine. I’m in the docklands. Sorry for leaving like that. I’ve calmed down now. I didn’t know I still had so much pent-up pain in me. And anger. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Wanna join me?”
Her tone was calm again. “No, Cassie, I’m on my way to the hotel now. I’m just ten minutes away from it. Glad you’re okay. You’ve made me worry. Let’s meet in our room when you come back. Be there before 4 so we can have a good chat while we get ready for tonight. I’ve run out of change here... See you in the room, bye!”
The long beep of the interrupted line came on. Two swans were gliding on the river Clyde. There I was, on a bench, lonely without you and longing for you without knowing it. The sun started dancing on the water. A song emerged from my memory.
“I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep for satisfied I never sleep...” [2 ]
But for whom was I singing?
Behind me stood someone who had traced my steps and followed me to the waterfront. You were now fifty yards away from my bench, observing me intently. You didn’t know how to approach me. You were very shy. But you took the plunge and walked towards me. The sun shone its most beautiful ray on your face. For a second we were in Shambhala, the City of Light. Do you remember?
“D’you mind if I sit here? Hi, I saw you in the café...”
The look you gave me was enough for me to fall. No introductions, no conversation. Physical proximity was all it took me to abandon my characteristic higher ground. In a second, I was sucked into your dream and into your life.
“Not at all... hi...”
Your charms were contagious. From the first second of our physical interaction, your priority was to take me the fourth dimension where our love belonged. And you used the quickest method that was available to you.
“Would you like to share a joint?”
“Yep”.
You started rolling. I played with my hair as I always did when I fancied the man I was talking to. Not a sound came from either of us for a couple of minutes.
“What’s your name?”, you said.
“Cassandra, like the prophetess.”
“Cassandra... Nice to meet you. I’m Oscar. Like my paternal grandfather.”
You licked the side of the paper and presented me with the result. Your earlier nerves had eased now.
“Would you like to light up?”
“Sure, thank you,” I said. “Do you have a lighter actually?”
You produced one from your back pocket.
“Here.”
Your gaze was fixed on my face. I stared at you as I took my first drag. And a few more. I studied every detail of your lovely features. Your eyes twinkled. We were comfortable with silence from the beginning. The hash went first to my head and then to my heart. My consciousness expanded and encompassed the spirit of the river. I turned
I can’t wait to go to that opening tonight. My love will be there: Mr. Gordon Stewart in all his glory. He will want me back when he sees me. He will realise the mistake he’s made and I’ll forgive him in a second. We’ll end up in bed and forget it all. It’s going to be a sex marathon, I know... and that Linda... she’s going to suffer. I’m sorry for her baby but what can a woman do? As for that poncey type in the café they sent to tempt me? I hope I’ve reduced his ego to mince!”
I was really off the mark, Oscar, wasn’t I? In the middle of my river of rantings, my mobile went off. Polly was calling me from a phone-box.
“Where are you?! Are you okay?” She yelled.
“I’m fine. I’m in the docklands. Sorry for leaving like that. I’ve calmed down now. I didn’t know I still had so much pent-up pain in me. And anger. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Wanna join me?”
Her tone was calm again. “No, Cassie, I’m on my way to the hotel now. I’m just ten minutes away from it. Glad you’re okay. You’ve made me worry. Let’s meet in our room when you come back. Be there before 4 so we can have a good chat while we get ready for tonight. I’ve run out of change here... See you in the room, bye!”
The long beep of the interrupted line came on. Two swans were gliding on the river Clyde. There I was, on a bench, lonely without you and longing for you without knowing it. The sun started dancing on the water. A song emerged from my memory.
“I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep for satisfied I never sleep...” [2 ]
But for whom was I singing?
Behind me stood someone who had traced my steps and followed me to the waterfront. You were now fifty yards away from my bench, observing me intently. You didn’t know how to approach me. You were very shy. But you took the plunge and walked towards me. The sun shone its most beautiful ray on your face. For a second we were in Shambhala, the City of Light. Do you remember?
“D’you mind if I sit here? Hi, I saw you in the café...”
The look you gave me was enough for me to fall. No introductions, no conversation. Physical proximity was all it took me to abandon my characteristic higher ground. In a second, I was sucked into your dream and into your life.
“Not at all... hi...”
Your charms were contagious. From the first second of our physical interaction, your priority was to take me the fourth dimension where our love belonged. And you used the quickest method that was available to you.
“Would you like to share a joint?”
“Yep”.
You started rolling. I played with my hair as I always did when I fancied the man I was talking to. Not a sound came from either of us for a couple of minutes.
“What’s your name?”, you said.
“Cassandra, like the prophetess.”
“Cassandra... Nice to meet you. I’m Oscar. Like my paternal grandfather.”
You licked the side of the paper and presented me with the result. Your earlier nerves had eased now.
“Would you like to light up?”
“Sure, thank you,” I said. “Do you have a lighter actually?”
You produced one from your back pocket.
“Here.”
Your gaze was fixed on my face. I stared at you as I took my first drag. And a few more. I studied every detail of your lovely features. Your eyes twinkled. We were comfortable with silence from the beginning. The hash went first to my head and then to my heart. My consciousness expanded and encompassed the spirit of the river. I turned
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