Prime Time Mentalvision

She was a psychic, but she wanted to talk. The post-war psychic environment was dismal. That is only because the pre-war economy had been just as dismal and nothing had changed. The gleaming golden arches called out to her alchemical hunger from a distance.

Spirituality was on the decline, except for those who believed it was on an upswing. The "Pow-Wow Bones Report" was playing over the radio. It seems, just as many were buying as selling. It was getting too difficult for most people to get insider information before anyone else anymore. The time travelers could barely make more than any other sentient being on the planet. The Weatherman came on and was predicting the usual cliché of the dark and stormy night as the vehicle turned into the lot. He was always right, that was why they called him "The Weatherman."

She pulled up to the psychic island of the drive through and thought, "Cheeseburger and fries," into the crystal embedded monitor. Everyone got cheeseburger and fries now, and it was heralded as proof of oneness in the worlds. There was the usual crackling response from the monitor. She wished they would fix that, but did not release the thought. There was the karma card still in the ashtray from the last burger universe trip. Her monk friend who often rode in the passenger seat was a chain smoker and the card stuck up through the ashes. She blew off the ashes, retrieving the phoenix-like card and scratched the ticket. "Free Supersizing!" it read. The karma cards kept people returning to the eternally golden arches again and again. Glancing back into the monitor, she sent the vision of the supersizing coupon to the cleric. There was another crackling response.

Her thoughts slipped away as she fixed her makeup in the scrying mirror on the overhead visor. Then, in what seemed less than a moment, one thought got away. "The same old shit…" drifted off echoing into many levels of universe. The plumber from Alchemical Burgers came out immediately before the thought had even settled down to rest. He was there with the toolbox and dressed for a messy job. Jazz was playing from the rideman style box. It was not easy being a plumber, but it was a very spiritual position and much appreciated. They had great taste in music too. Even so, she tried to roll up the windows before he reached the car. There was something in her mood today. The electrical system suddenly failed. "Damn!" she thought, trying to catch herself, but it was too late. That thought too had slipped through.

There were huge problems plaguing life and they were starting to come to the surface. "How could I think such things! I am so clumsy! I am such a jerk!" Thoughts were raging out of control and rolling like the dark, stormy clouds on the horizon. The plumber was trying to reach through the invisible waters and she wanted to bite him for helping her. The hand reached through the window as she tried again to roll them up. The windows would not work anymore. The storms were approaching quickly now with dark clouds tumbling in at an alarming rate. Streaks of light were flashing.

The cheeseburger and fries with the huge Coke arrived suddenly by fold space. She lurched away from the helping hand and gulped at the Coke trying to get the burger into her mouth and evade the helping touch. The struggle made the French fries tumble over onto the floor, dissolving back into the light they were created from. "@!# !$(#! It!" she cried. "My Ultimate Glowing Red Alchemical Charge Card paid for those!"

"It will be OK," the plumber stated with an air of authority. "You will be fine," he said. "There is so much in the world, but remember you will be wonderful," he continued. She glared at him. Still he went on. "I am just a humble spiritual comedian offering fast food solutions and the truth. If you want something slower, you may want to try the steakhouse or the all-you-can-eat buffet down the road. By not accepting the truth in those words, it will take much longer than the burger and fries, even with the extra-large soft drink." She rolled her eyes at the technical terms, "Soft drink…"

He took her hand and she could feel the warmth that was in every person and every thing. Once, she had a vision of oneness, but she thought about it and it did not work out just then. Who would cook? Who would issue the official postage for this island of special psychics and get a currency system that worked with the rest of the universe. How could they call themselves special and be one also? Her vision crumbled with people quickly getting voted off that island of one on prime time mentalvision (MTV). All she wanted was a place people could come to. How could anyone come if we cannot issue official postage and somehow come up with some sort of workable currency so that people can receive their mail to and from the island? That was where her vision led her… to red tape… barriers… walls.

Suddenly a rush of warmth filled her body. This was different… more penetrating than before. There was a small man running by yelling, "THE PLANE! THE PLANE!" Apparently Astral was opening up and it was time to go. The plumber stepped back. She smiled at him feeling relieved now. She started her vehicle and saw that her French fries had been restored to their pre-fall positions and there was still a whole lot of Coke left. As a matter of fact, despite the earlier gluttony, she had hardly touched her burger yet.

A man in the vehicle ahead of her made an unwise move. She flipped him off giving him a bird. The bird soared from her car, opening up its wings revealing multicolor glistening feathers. The light of the feathers internally sent a message to everyone that could see it that nothing is ever necessary. It is always there, waiting.