Far more than a Cake & Bunghole

“I say to you: the poles and portals of Man are far more than a cake-and-bunghole.

“This principle of exchange applies to the breath, thoughts and words … to semen, saliva and sweat - to every biochemical transaction, every electrical transfiguration and reflex, to every word and perspiration - that which a man convexes within, and excretes without, has become deified - a splash and a glimmer of the god principle that all men hold within, in combining with the world without.

“And, what it is that they choose to do with this combining is of the most extreme importance.”

Puck looked across the room, finally pausing his talk - his eyes darted towards the door to the auditorium at the far back and then to the small crowd of white-coats in the front of him looking up.

“Any questions?” he added - to the stunned consolidation of pharma scientists who collaborated with the Johnstone Corporation over each and every bio-nutritional project. This was their ‘A’ team as they liked to call it.

Francis had a place sitting beside Robyn at the back - Charley was seated in the front row alongside Calvin who had sleepily introduced the presentation.

Calvin was still young enough to enjoy a new idea - and what he had just heard from the old man stirred his enthusiasm greatly - he almost believed it.


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Chemical Marriage

Woloschina

“I have a chemist that will be joining us shortly - but in summary I would like to say that the composition of any substance ingested by a human being is transformed in such a way that not only is it biochemically exchanged, deranged and complex - it takes on a magical resource simply by the very transaction itself.

“The great Master Christ taught of this phenomenon in His example of the Communion bread and wine. This principle applies to all substances ingested and furthermore, not only do they hold an effect over the person who is taking them into themselves, but that human being evokes a change over that material also - transforming it ever after.

“This is the Chemical Marriage - this is the living transubstantiation - and although it appears to be just a physical transaction, its real persuasion lies upon the ethers casting forms - invoking new life - promoting more of the same - and morph-evolving into what will become the newer realm’s designs."


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS- Second Chances

The Simple Life

“Less prayer and more farm” said Tobias, who secretly looked forward to the prospect of beets and parsnips to come.

“Could we trade some of the fancy stuff for blankets?” Hannah-Mary joined in.

“No need - there are wools coming in the morning - this is only half the consignment allotted to you Franciscans”- somehow the name stopped them short.

“And what of this safe-chest?” was asked dolefully.

“To keep the gold that is inside it”, sighed Francis who could see through the wooden exterior.

The Cardinal continued: “We have the fealty of the sovereign Father - and this is, as they say, for the greater good.”

“Oh dear Lord”, breathed Father Intago, who was a goodly godly man with a strong inner compass for social equality. “I long for the simple life.”

“Yes, but this, my brother is not about your longings or your life, now is it? This is about your branding.”

Francis turned to Peter and asked: “What is branding?”

“It is when they take a hot iron to a calf to prove its ownership.”

“Oh then”, said Francis - “well Mother Church be damned.”

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Branding

Master of Hoogstraten 

“Francesco, we like your branding and sincerely hope you will oblige its necessary evolution.”

“His Holiness has also heard the word from God, and has been told that you will found a Community so broad and large that it will continue throughout the ages to come. Success, my boy, will be yours! … longevity and strength be to its holy endeavours.”

What was there to do? The troubled Brother looked around his twelve; he had asked them to come in from their toils with the plough, to see now the wealth laid before them.

“This is a turn for the worse I fear”, mumbled Joseph, who had been recently been begging in the town market square.

“The change is upon us - for if we have such holdings as these we can no longer collect as we done in the past.”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

The Goods

Francis stopped his digging and looked up at Peter.

“I have heard nothing, but was so fixed in prayer I may well have missed it. Shall we go together?”

A flutter of white moths landed in the trees above them, causing the dry leaves to crackle with the ascent.

“I have a foreboding”, said Peter.

“As do I.”

In the near distance there were now many noises to be heard, gathering all of a sudden. Many men and carts struggled for a place beside those at the front hacking their way through the forest - felling the medium trees in order that the path be made wider to accommodate their train. Amongst the cargo to be seen were mason’s blocks and carved statuary, robes, foods, candles and ledgers, belts and bobs, and luxurious resins.

“Brothers of poverty … I have authorisation from our most beloved Papa Grace to deliver to you all you might need.”

“I have no such ambition to grow this Community with a likeness to the holdings about. Our work and worth in this world is not measured by numbers - be them building or men. We are but a few whose life is simplified. We have denounced all of the burdens of ownership. Our aspiration need breathe only the vapours of Heaven.”


-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Buy the Company

He looked over at Francis and Mr Black and realized just how alike they both looked. It was like a Gandalf convention. Now his mind really was playing tricks. He started picking at the food tray idly, drained his coffee, and was contemplating another one.

Charley rose to her feet taking his cup. She read him well.

A small lizard appeared to crawl out of Francis’s pocket and slip up his leg and onto the table, only to disappear under the tray.

This morning just keeps getting better, Calvin thought to himself, still trying to get over the images from the H*tler conversation.

“I wish to make you an offer to buy out your company” said Charley’s father matter-of-factly - plain as day - “I’ve come into a little money of late and would like to diversify.”

A little money? Calvin thought to himself. This guy was a joker. Not a bad chemist, with some far-reaching ideas that had proved to be invaluable, but now it seemed he had lost all sense of reality. There had been some talk of dementia …

“Mr Black - there are some portfolios that become available at the next general meeting - shareholders keep it in the family as such - but I am in no mind to part with any of mine. I thank you for your offer.”

He hesitated and then said - “and now if you will excuse me I really have to go … Lab 3 is running some controls I have to oversee …”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Bored Room

When Robyn returned with Charley, balancing an enormous rattling tray of glassware that was full of treats, they found the three men to be unusually quiet.

"Who died?" joked Robyn. This was a popular line in the Aussie vernacular.

Francis plucked a pickled onion from the tray and tossed it over to Chips.

Snap! His moistened jaw clamped shut over the missile - he squinted with the taste.

Puck took a breadstick and dangled it under the old dog’s nose.

Snap! Lascivious crunching was to follow.

Calvin winced. He hated to see good food going to waste with the dog being fed like that. He was forgetting entirely how he came to meet Chips in the first place.

He secretly wished that the men would leave and he could have a leisurely morning with girls instead.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances