Know Peace: No Master
Apr 4, 2016 14:59:54 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Apr 4, 2016 14:59:54 GMT -5
Echo sat out on the limb of a huge tree with an excellent view of the valley that stretched out before her. She leaned against the wall of a rickety treehouse that her grandfather had constructed for her as a child. She smiled to greet the sunrise, listening to the small CD player she had inside the treehouse, a mix of songs from the late ‘60s and early ‘70s as the tunes wafted through the open window. She climbed back inside and there were a few books on the floor, tattered copies of ‘In His Own Write’ by John Lennon, and ‘Lord of the Rings’. She picked up a third book and thumbed through it, positioning herself as if it were story time for the small video camera recording her, cross legged on the floor in bell bottoms, tie-dye, and a dozen or so rings on her fingers and toes.
“I love to come up here, it sets my mind right. It’s so peaceful, to just mellow out and view the natural order of things as the world intended. I take it in.. the sunrise, the landscape, my music, and my books… all in perfect harmony. But it’s all too brief and then I must pound the pavement once more, sacrificing all that freedom for the man’s world… rules and regulations and stuffy expectations. It can really be a drag, man. But we do what we have to, make it through. Soon I’ll be taking a magical mystery tour to the Benton Convention Center in Winston-Salem, North Carolina and I just want to celebrate another day of living. Celebrate facing a man full of flash and pizazz; I’m trying to figure out what makes you take Daddy-O… I’m talking about you Robbie Black, known in circles as ‘The Pimpin’ Master’. I’m trying to wrap my head around that nickname, man. Now the ‘Master’ part is easy enough to understand: being so skilled, having it all under control. That’s what this book here says… my Merriam-Webster Dictionary.”
She thumps it with a smile.
“But what’s the deal with the Pimpin’? I consulted the book, let me soak up some knowledge. Now it says ‘pimping’ is an adjective meaning “small, insignificant, or petty.” I’m not sure that’s what you’re going for, let me read further. ‘Pimp’ is a verb that means to act as a pimp ie. provide someone a prostitute. Well I never see you with any ladies, Robbie… are you pimping yourself? Me, I believe in the principles of free love, and you just don’t put a price on that… whether it’s yourself or others… shame, shame, Robbie.”
She shakes her head and wags her finger at the camera.
“Ah, but maybe you’re selling or promoting something in an extravagant or persistent way, or making something more showy or impressive? Maybe that’s it. So you’re either the master of being extravagant, the master of being impressive, or the master of selling bodies for pleasure. Which is it?”
She shrugs.
“I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt and already rejected the notion of the prostitution bit, so what does that leave? I’ll buy the promoting part… but making yourself more impressive? I just don’t see it through my paisley colored sunglasses, Mr. Black. Showing and doing are two different things, you might bring the sizzle but I don’t see the steak. I’m not that big on steak anyway.”
She rubs her belly in an ‘upset stomach’ gesture.
“If you’re the master of promotion, that still doesn’t get you too far inside a ring. In contrast, this hippie chick calls herself ‘The Peacemaker’. The Great Daddy-O in the Sky said, "Blessed are the peacemakers." But peace sometimes cannot be waited on, waited around for. To make peace you must understand sometimes it is a hands-on process to make it so to resolve conflict and bring about peace and unity. I just want to be that positive shining light that drives out the shadows of the negativity, making our karma and our mojo and our buzz fully hip, man. The love and understanding and acceptance I feel every time that certain chord is struck; the harmony of a wrestling crowd that accepts me with open arms when I smile and say “I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together”… together on this journey… this fellowship of the wrestling ring. What a long strange trip it is. Sorry if I refute the Master, I’ll try and not make you too small and insignificant, Mr. B.”
She flashes a peace sign as the video fades.
“I love to come up here, it sets my mind right. It’s so peaceful, to just mellow out and view the natural order of things as the world intended. I take it in.. the sunrise, the landscape, my music, and my books… all in perfect harmony. But it’s all too brief and then I must pound the pavement once more, sacrificing all that freedom for the man’s world… rules and regulations and stuffy expectations. It can really be a drag, man. But we do what we have to, make it through. Soon I’ll be taking a magical mystery tour to the Benton Convention Center in Winston-Salem, North Carolina and I just want to celebrate another day of living. Celebrate facing a man full of flash and pizazz; I’m trying to figure out what makes you take Daddy-O… I’m talking about you Robbie Black, known in circles as ‘The Pimpin’ Master’. I’m trying to wrap my head around that nickname, man. Now the ‘Master’ part is easy enough to understand: being so skilled, having it all under control. That’s what this book here says… my Merriam-Webster Dictionary.”
She thumps it with a smile.
“But what’s the deal with the Pimpin’? I consulted the book, let me soak up some knowledge. Now it says ‘pimping’ is an adjective meaning “small, insignificant, or petty.” I’m not sure that’s what you’re going for, let me read further. ‘Pimp’ is a verb that means to act as a pimp ie. provide someone a prostitute. Well I never see you with any ladies, Robbie… are you pimping yourself? Me, I believe in the principles of free love, and you just don’t put a price on that… whether it’s yourself or others… shame, shame, Robbie.”
She shakes her head and wags her finger at the camera.
“Ah, but maybe you’re selling or promoting something in an extravagant or persistent way, or making something more showy or impressive? Maybe that’s it. So you’re either the master of being extravagant, the master of being impressive, or the master of selling bodies for pleasure. Which is it?”
She shrugs.
“I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt and already rejected the notion of the prostitution bit, so what does that leave? I’ll buy the promoting part… but making yourself more impressive? I just don’t see it through my paisley colored sunglasses, Mr. Black. Showing and doing are two different things, you might bring the sizzle but I don’t see the steak. I’m not that big on steak anyway.”
She rubs her belly in an ‘upset stomach’ gesture.
“If you’re the master of promotion, that still doesn’t get you too far inside a ring. In contrast, this hippie chick calls herself ‘The Peacemaker’. The Great Daddy-O in the Sky said, "Blessed are the peacemakers." But peace sometimes cannot be waited on, waited around for. To make peace you must understand sometimes it is a hands-on process to make it so to resolve conflict and bring about peace and unity. I just want to be that positive shining light that drives out the shadows of the negativity, making our karma and our mojo and our buzz fully hip, man. The love and understanding and acceptance I feel every time that certain chord is struck; the harmony of a wrestling crowd that accepts me with open arms when I smile and say “I am he, as you are he, as you are me, and we are all together”… together on this journey… this fellowship of the wrestling ring. What a long strange trip it is. Sorry if I refute the Master, I’ll try and not make you too small and insignificant, Mr. B.”
She flashes a peace sign as the video fades.