“It’s Johnny’s Birthday”
George knew that John was trying to tell him something but the message was unclear.
Generally, he hated birthday and anniversary commemorations, but he decided on John’s 59th it was time to get in touch. It could be done through meditation or hallucinogens. He’d opted for mushrooms.
George sat in total
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I want to read something slashy from you. I don't think I ever have...
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I didn't know that stuff about Abram getting in because of deliveries to the estate.
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Other people have objected to the lack of specifics from John, but I, too, felt it made it more real to provide a generalized warning--and a warning about the possibility of one's own reactions to the events having a greater negative impact than the events themselves.
I find I'm still not satisfied with this little story but I think it was a good exercise to do it nonetheless. Thanks for reading.
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I don't believe in the afterlife, so I can't help much there. But if one were capable of warnings I think they WOULD be vague. At least the one time I wrote an "afterlife visitation" fic I prefered to make it vague. I don't see how death can make a loved one suddenly omniscient, as future events are not set in stone.
That said, I have no utter clue how any of that fits into George's Hinduism.
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Interesting that John would look the way he did in '67. Is that because those are George's favorite memories of John, or just because he's on hallucinogens so he visualizes John as on them, too?
Some great lines here:
Thought you’d be beyond caring about birthdays. Or the calendar. Or arguments about whether the new millennium starts in 2000 or 2001. It’s all arbitrary how we choose to number things anyway, isn’t it? LOL!
life is not just an illusion, whatever your gurus say. I mean, it is an illusion. But it’s not, too. It’s like in Alice in Wonderland... LOL, so true!
Warn me? So it was you with the ‘Double Fantasy’ album every bloody place I turned. And that screeching raven outside my window, too, no doubt. That's so George, believing in omens and trying to make a joke out of his fear.
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