On a Wing & a Prayer Zeeshan (that's me)was @ the Bestival on the magikal Isle of Wight for maybe the first time ever.......it was the eve of the grand finale with the Graet Western theme in full swing...my persona was that of a RhinoTricerotops Goetian bounty hunter Boba Fet Assassinness Space Traveller from the Dunes of before time....I was at the height of the eve going to meet some freinds as I am a "fungi",but the tide turned and i had to retreat to my fort..as I was missing my Tribe, who were out in the Deep Western Frontiers...I chucked on a mix tape and had a wee rave in me fort of Alamut..I drunk from the River of Buquat...I bathed myself with heavenly Scented Spices..... Cinnamon spices.. gave my feet a good massage...I played in Golden lanscapes of Ashes...in my wilderness i found peace and solitude..like a pig who had Snuffled his Truffles
I had a brief premonition of being on the Rivers of Babylon with reeds and rushes and needed some fresh Air...venturing out from my Elephant ball....Earthed.
I left my garden of paradise with my African Ghana Rythmn balls as my instrument of the divine... and ventured highalta to the top ends of the festival shaking my balls cleansing the great arena....
Sailing the Seven Seas of Shamanica entranced I went on to battle/rid the demon of the festival..... deep magick was at work i followed my breath for then I Shot the Sheriff (but I did not shoot the deputy ....woo...hoo!!)I put his hat around my ass and in my saddle bag it went.....as a trophy.....
I then passed the Great Thorn Tree residing in her palace of splendour o how I adorned thee in all her richness.....
I proceeded with incantations shaking the Ghana balls ....ASH....OAK...and...THORN....ASH....OAK...and...THORN......suddenly i was in awe ..I paid great homage to the tree .......the simplicity of life...ASH...OAK...and...THORN..I thanked the tree and subconsciously i was spinning my balls ....they created a vortex of energy and guess what happened?????
pure water...distilled water..vortices of energy that excite the mind..Schauberger, Tesla..i became pure water sat enthroned in complete metamorphesis....a requiem of festive faer bliss in a throne of dew...
TRULLY THE CAPTAIN OF MY SHIP "SINBADICA" ......light embued ENCAPSULATING......a timeless moment.
my mission was near completion.....i ventured to meet my comrades and then the i seen the Indian Rajastani troupe.....they were in their bus leaving..i had seen the women earlier as i had been eating some bbq mackerel.she had scowled at me ........i ran besides their bus.like the scene of a train leaving in some epic film.....i said to the lady, "the fish i was eating earlier it was a good fish.."I ran beside them... they touched my head anointed me and then gave me a fine bounty... the pink glittery cowboy hat.....I was in awe......I waved they went Rolling..Rolling....Rolling down the hill and then as i they had gone down the hill my world was frozen in a warm hue of pinkbouquets...ROSES of Bliss to the sound of music but it was with a twist it was the hills are alive but in a Bollywood Govinda Jaia twist......and that was it......a trully remarkable event and met loads of fine people and forged loads of good meetings with remarkable men and women celebrating their arts of life.a life to love a life to live we all strive for the great faer banquet and procession to return and sound their trunketing trumpeting SHINWAZEEREES for Ariadnes, Bacchuss,Dionysus,Pan with his pipes and all his troupe & Aphrodite and all the monkey clans far and wide.sound the horns....bass bara BOOM.
I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!
A.K.A MR.KHAN THE PATHAN SUN OF JOSEPH WITH HIS TECHNICOLOR DREAMCOAT SPIN ME A SILK AND TIE ME A THREAD...2006A.D
I hope i win the tickets cause it is a new day and i have nothing, nada to lose......
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