“Beasties Gra” – Chapter Four – Knock It All Down

“Beasties Gra”

By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved

 

 

Chapter Four –  Knock it All Down

A reggae rhythm begins the next tune, a lilting riff that seems to add to the breezes blowing, and I appear to drift deeper into acceptance of this new awareness, and of my impulse’s kind control of my new education. I am now able to telepathically delve into other people’s minds. 

Being able to be inside Terra’s mind with impulse was another unique experience for me.  I wished I had this skill when I was trying to mate with women as a younger man, and understanding better the depth and desires. She is complex in her simple reality, just like the planet she is named for, holding singular definitive principles above most humans, accepting of her fate and still hopeful.  Deep within her the impulse found darkness from a childhood of parental neglect, intellectual stagnation and narcissistic abuse. 

Clouds always make Terra feel secure, any clouds, like a blanket, and she often felt comforted by the rain as it comforted the misery she felt from the anger and fear around her.  Like the the earth protects its ground from the harmful effects of the outside universe around it with atmosphere, Terra has done the same to her human being for her own safety. 

In her mind we discover that her terminology for these cartoon character auras are her beasties, that she has identified as her positive and negative emotions.  As difficult as it is sometimes, she has decided that she must nurture the good ones and control the bad ones to live a happy life.

Deep in Terra’s senses we find that a fear beastie seems to permeate all, shadowing her hope.  Being an antisocial introvert like me, she would prefer to be alone, surrounded by nature, animals and art, with music playing, and would have probably avoided a crowd like this. She was happy to get the gig as a singer and artist, and felt comfortable as part of the show, even though she and Voice had a history.

Her thoughts of Voice allowed us to learn about Terra’s connection to him and his best friend since childhood, Vibe, both always very respectful of her, so she felt comfortable at their gigs.  Vibe, the practical, factual, technical member of the entourage, relatively apathetic about all the causes Voice writes about, appears to live for the applause as his screaming guitar solos and emotional notes make audiences swoon and his bank account grow.  

Snapped out of my deep thought of who, what and why, when Terra takes me by the arm, and grabs Voice by his, and glides us both across the stage to the reggae rockers riffs. Voice and I look at each other, go with the flow, and haplessly shrug acceptance of the friendship, lock arms with Terra.  

Happily, we proceed to dance across the stage, each of us humorously pulling her one way and the other.  Terra laughs as her happy beasties are overwhelmingly evident to me now, and leads us both her way towards the side of the stage where her easel stands at the ready for her next expression of art. 

Voice has invited his friend to sing the next song as part of the rehearsed set list of the band.  “Went down to the park, stayed until it’s dark, had a good time,” sang EarthaMon to the reggae groove as audience danced in a sea of bobbing heads. “Shufflin with the band, wavin to the fans, wind starts blowin, and Jah mon, she can knock it all down, knock it all down, go on.”

From my new skill set, I can now sense that there permeates a common fear beastie rampant among the audience that has gathered here today, now that I can am aware enough to be able to see everyone’s beasties in the crowd. 

Now, here among the joy, beauty and splendor of the human spirit enraptured by music, hope, cheer, happiness and communal love, in the loving arms of Terra and Voice, where could this beastie fear be emanating. What impulse could anyone here have to be causing what could possibly be wrong with earth, humans and nature.  

Right here, right now, there appears to be a universal human communion of movement, togetherness, peace and harmony. This sound and rhythm appears to be a universally understood as a positive vibration that can create positive energy. The movement of the bodies, the breathing circulating the atmosphere, we are all swaying with the trees above. Arm in arm with Terra, holding the most beautiful woman in the world, for maybe only a moment in time, was heavenly.

A casual glance towards Terra witnesses a shocked look of confusion appear on her face. At first I thought she was looking directly at me, frozen she stared past me. A small group of self-proclaiming, by the signs they were carrying, righteous citizens, pushed to the front of the stage provoking agitation among the previously unified audience. Their motive was to convey their message to Voice’s audience, whether it was wanted or not. 

The citizens with their signs were also being met by a group of self proclaimed radical punks with their slogan signs, loud unruly vibrations disrupting the citizens clamoring for attention. Both groups seemed to be erratically out of the rhythm of the musical reggae groove, exaggeratedly dancing amongst the other attendees to make room for themselves in front of the stage.  

As the happy hippies move out of the way, these citizens and punks push and shove each other with fake smiles, pushing their opinions as slogans on cardboard, causing Terra to tremble from the fear being created by the cause of the protests. She does not fear the voice of the people, but she fears the reason the voice of the people are so fearful and angry.

Terra was creating art on her easel for the audience as part of the show, and to communicate a positive message endorsed by Voice. These people are attempting the same in a devisive manner. This is not their party.  

The placards in the citizens hands read positive messages for evil things such as “Dick T. Raitor for Ruler of Earth,” “Capitalism is A Great Ism” and “Money Talks, Bullshit Walks.” The punks signs professed “End of the World As We Know It,” “Stop Corporate Corruption and Climate Destruction,” and “Destroy Greed to Save The Planet” as their causes of action.

The mood of the humans, and myself, was immediately changed from happiness and hope to fear and distrust.  Internally, i was feeling angry as I have a long standing resentment for those who pollute, bullies, corporate and political corruption and those who take advantage of innocent people.  

Impulse informs me that we have now discovered the dire cause perplexing humanity and the living planet. These citizens’ signs convey messages of hate, division, fear and greed being good and the punks conveyed messages of anarchy, change at all costs and evil being bad. We have always believed in go with the flow, so let’s see where that goes. And it went like this.

In the second verse of the song, EarthaMon relates Voice’s lyrics about the disparity among the political opinions of the day, the hate spread by politicians and the revolution called for by the radicals singing “Hate mon, really deadly game, players are insane politicians,” to which both groups, citizens and punks, cheer believing the other group is the evil one. 

“But together we can find a way to see a brighter day in our future,” EarthaMon sings to the cheers of the rest of the audience. “And Jah mon, she can knock it all down, knock it all down go on,” sang EarthaMon as he commiserates his hope for happiness to the crowd.  EarthaMon is surrounded by happy beasties, groovin’ to the music with mine.

As I slowly move away from the audience towards Vibe and the band, Terra and Voice move towards their microphones at the front of the stage next to EarthaMon, and join in singing “Now I’m learning, yes indeed, to be patient, and believe … that a time may come some day my friend tho we may never see it, with the grace of Jah the sun shines on and the tunes go ever playing,” 

The band plays a lilting riff that get the whole crowd moving as one again, even the citizens and punks seem to be in rhythm of the human mass movement, all breathing in and out, all expelling carbon dioxide to benefit the atmosphere, plants and living planet, all creating movement in the atmosphere.  I assume now that my impulse was causing this again, and now in the flow, no doubt or anxiety existed. The winds seem to embrace the added air motion created by the people, and begin to pick up momentum causing the flags and fabrics ordaining the stage to blow with exhilaration.  

A strong gust almost lifts Terra to her surprised delight, and the stage crew, including myself, looks to prepare to batten down the stage if needed.  Voice and Terra dance with EarthaMon, all the while looking concerned about the two opposing groups aggregated in front of the stage. The audience is able to subdue the boisterous activities of both groups by swarming to the front of the stage dividing the opposing forces.

Right there in front of the band, the audience and the universe, the citizens attempted to demean the punks and the fans of the band and band’s message.  Using their signs to block people’s view of the stage, and dancing spasmodically like they owned the place, they acted as bullies, plain and simple, but for no plain and simple reason except that they considered themselves superior to others who did not agree with them. 

Impulse tuned us in to the citizens minds in an attempt to gather their thoughts telepathically. Their minds conveyed the sad message that to push, beat, bribe or kill their way to their goal was allowed in their internal damaged irrational belief system, which appeared to me to only emanate narcissistic, materialistic and selfish behavior. Wow, I had never witnessed such pathetic people at that core belief level.

Towards the end of the instrumental interlude, the punks had moved themselves to the front edge of the stage, fist pumping, sign waving advocates for their message. The impulse telepathically linked with this mass of mindsets to discover that they are unified in support of Voice’s lyrics and songs, opposing the citizens direction, but their irrational beasties can cause them to act irresponsibly.

EarthaMon moves towards the microphone, with the punks jumping madly about in a frenetic display of overzealous appreciation, to begin the final verse, which the audience knows is about the group currently occupying control of the front of the stage. “Punk mon, really state of mind, players want some kinda revolution, Together we can find a better way, to see a brighter day in our future” he chants in the rhythmic candor of the song.

Terra and Voice move to their mics, and I feel compelled to join them. We join EarthaMon in singing the chorus “and Jah mon, she can knock it all down, knock it all down go on, Jah mon, she can knock it all down, knock it all down go on.”  The audience is now joining in to sing the chorus. As the music builds, the audience is singing unified to put on notice that Jah, aka Mother Nature Earth herself, can destroy humanity as easily as she built it.

The sound of thousands of voices singing from their hearts and minds, sending a huge energy force upwards, from their breathing and swaying, creating more winds in alignment with the planet’s approval of the message and feeling.  The wind gets stronger as the chorus builds, and it almost appears that the sound system stacks could blow over had the stage hands not been thereto brace them, and the tall trees bend.  

Terra smiles broadly as I watch strong wind gust again almost lift her from the stage, caught by her happy beasties.  As the band concludes the song, and as if on Terra’s desire, the breeze subsides, she drifts back to the stage and the roar of the audience’s approval takes its place as an energy force.

“Knock it all down,” the message of Voice’s song, exemplifies that no matter how evolved the humans become, they can be destroyed by the nature that surrounds them. Some in the crowd could not fathom that concept and prefer to remain static within their corrupted or unevolved mindsets.  I feel somewhat sympathetic for many people’s ignorance, and I always try to educate when I can, but to see their emotions acted out as childish cartoony characters is pretty weird. 

As the audience cheered, EarthaMon waves and heads to the side of the stage where Terra’s easel stands, with a picture she had drawn of the planet earth, now with new lettering added. 

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