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The strangest thing happened yesterday, while I was
working In the laboratory, I saw three woman s go sailing
past my window, at about midday, they seemed to be
dressed In a strange fashion, although at the time I was
little aware of the costumes they were wearing, all 1
saw was a group of workman laugthing at the woman from
the other side of the road, and thinking nothing so stran-

-ge I left off and continued In persult of the bottom of
my test-tube full of holy wine, which I was supping at
the time.

Then, unexpectedly after taking a quick look at the noise
still going on outside I felt the servere "cluck" of an
archytype slam irto place, as an Iron door in the monast-

-ery caught by the wind would do. The click reverberated
through my body as the realisation slices me off my feet.
these three woman are elementals of the mind, i put the
glass tube down before it is smashed in the violence
that ensues: the laboratory is whipped by a shock wind
as the psychic preasure in equalised.
Thought forms of thw astral Incarnate with the black
netting costumes, raw woven fate on foot, the three noms
of nordic mythology are drifting past, a collection of old
zone elementals ridiculled by unknowing mortals, for they
dont understand what it is they see; they envisage out of
fashion clothes drapped over three females ofvarrying
ages, one young, one old, and the third of the present,
clothes of some forgotten embanrassing music era unkno-

-wn fashion, ( a squeeky organ transmits the sickly emo-

-tlonal syrup reverberating deep from the past 0)

How strange be It that these lumps of psychic reality
be floating around at this time of day uncalled and visible.
as the monastic tab of reason floats sedatly in my midday
wine Insipid against a vast yellow sky.

After the destruction of the monastery its waste was spread
out accross time to hide the evidence as to tampering
with Time and the reality concensus, Monks also were
they scattered out, wild into the time -less void.
The monks opperated without a central base fixed in any
particular Timezone, Instead they were individuals who
appeared incongerous to their Timezones,, sowing the
seeds to the destruction of the established order, adding
inconsistancles to accepted realities.destroying religions
and belief in machines and opening wounds of interference
static snow bound inner television screens,; shooting down

television comics.

A monk lands near to Time zone Bricklane; a favourite
haunt for fieality eating monks, here in a Bethenal Green
cafe; all men customers from the nearby Roman strong-holds
steak and chips mid-week pints of milk for pet-bellied teen
agers ; gorging on spagetti and mushrooms.
On the wall is a picture of the queen, for some very strange
reason, perhaps it is old, curled edges . .yes . .a young
queen ...of all places here; looking around the monk realises
that the place is a Fascist strong hold. .govermment news-
-papers training the youth for the good fight; the white fight
one begins;" 1 agree with the suns comment that whites are
having to take a back seat in'society tot the blacks; they
get all the best jobs; singers, newsreaders bus conductors.
The portrait of the queen on the wall.
Builders from the nearby monument to power oppression,
the Romans dockland columns to hournor the queen and her
kin, the creeping mess that comes over the sky-line and
out through the city, country elemental minds of viewers.
portraits of the queen the steel faced oppressor, figures of
hate inscribed around its deadly dial;twlsted edges with
gold smeared words '" Honour thy lord " on blood red back
ground designed by advertisers to catch the" eye. Catch the
eye gas fire hissing un-llt in the back room the flame drink-
ing the gas slowly;the queens portrait curling under the
heat;flame shatters bottles of ml 1k; consuming windows and
gas leaping into the sky persued by flames snapping hot '
heels