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Rising Karma

von Eugene Samolin

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2019 BookRix
CXXVII Seiten
Sprache: English
978-3-7487-0179-8

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Somewhere between a plateau of messianic inspiration and the depths of a delusory hell, you will enter the mind of Rodney Real--a young man who God throws in the deep end. He inevitably drowns, but in the surreal visions portrayed to him in those final moments before he's finally washed away, he'll find what he was ultimately promised: the glory of eternal splendor.

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2019 BookRix
CXXVII Seiten
Sprache: English
978-3-7487-0179-8


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The zodiac had moved into Taurus, the nurturer, when Rodney and Missy met up at 2pm on Saturday and drove into town. They went to the National Gallery and looked at art. "You and I are a blank canvas," he said, gazing at the buildings twinkling in the twilight. "Let's paint a picture, like one we saw at the gallery. A picture of you and me, to show the world." Rodney felt a funny, immense kind of feeling when he said these words, like he'd uttered a prophecy, like those words were somehow destined to end up as squiggly lines on paper pages.

 

Missy laughed. "Sure, why not?"

 

A couple of hours went by until the gallery closed and they were ushered out. They went for a walk to the Shrine of Remembrance. "Looks like the Taj Majal," said Rodney. "Like it's floating on the air.

 

"What's the Taj Majal?" asked Missy.

 

"It's your home ground wonder of the world," said Rodney. "A tomb built for a beautiful lady." 

 

"Ohh," said Missy, "I haven't been there."

 

"It's funny how you never go and see the famous landmarks of the city you live in yourself," said Rodney.

 

"That's what friends are for," said Missy. 

 

They climbed the steps to the top of the shrine and sat for a while, enjoying the spectacular view of the setting sun over the city. The purple buildings sparkled. Venus, the planet of love, came out and shone brightly all alone.

 

Missy gazed at all the names of dead soldiers as they circled the Shrine. "What happened?" she asked.

 

"World War One," said Rodney. "Gallipoli. An entire generation of men died. They thought they were going on a great adventure. Ended up sick as guts in the trenches, slowly dying in filthy conditions." Missy wore a look of wonder. Rodney nodded. "That's why we've got ANZAC day."

 

"Australian culture is really fascinating," said Missy.

 

"Not as good as Indian culture," said Rodney. "You've got Hinduism a rich mythological and spiritual edifice. ANZAC day is the closest we have to a mythology."

 

"It would be easier for me to get a green card if I married an Australian," said Missy.

 

"The registry office is this way," said Rodney. Missy laughed. "If you're gonna be a proper Australian, like me," said Rodney, "There're some essential phrases to add to the vocab. Repeat after me: G'day, mate."

 

"Gooday, mate," said Missy.

 

"Chuck another snag on the barby."

 

"Chuck another snag on the barby," she said.

 

"That's good," said Rodney. "Now try, show's ya tits, love."

 

"Show us your tits, love," she said.

 

"Show's ya tits, love."

 

"Show us your tits, love."

 

They gazed out over the Melbourne skyline

 

"In India there is poverty everywhere," said Missy. "People living on the streets without clean water. And if a woman is walking alone down the street they can rape them and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

 

"That's horrible," said Rodney. "I want you to know when I'm with you, you don't need to be afraid. Australia is a safe place. We treat people fairly and equally, here. We place a high value on people." 

 

They left the shrine and drove to Brunswick St where a gypsy band was playing. The music and the room, filled with bodies relishing the start of the weekend, gave them a second wind.

 

As they sat on the balcony drinking tequila sunrises, Missy pointed out a girl. "You should pick her up," she said.

 

"Why would I do that," said Rodn