Sunday, December 23, 2007

Kisses to John Lennon

As the Kougar walks her life's journey upon the Mother, she finds herself in another untenable position, especially in the realm of emotions. This is a constant for the Kougaress. However, last night on Coast to Coast with Ian Punnett, a most remarkable man shared his life experiences. He spoke eloquently and with rough deep realism about John Lennon, about their friendship. He first met John as a student at the Liverpool Art school during the not-the-Walrus's artisitic coming of age. For those of you who don't know or don't remember, John Lennon, Give Peace a Chance John Lennon was one of the Beatles. Remember now? the Fab Four, the musical invasion from Britain. The Mop Tops. That was the Kougar's generation, when she came of age from her cubhood.
As the Kougar listened, reminiscing like a claw-crazed, bouncing-off-the-walls cat, and spellbound with a fervent fascination for what had been, for what she knew, for what she didn't -- the Kougaress often lamented her choice to go for longevity in this world, instead of living a more wildcat life. For it was a choice consciously made at the time. Driven by, perhaps, an over-idealistic belief the future was there to be created in a beautiful incredible way never before seen, where all of us could flourish and nourish each other in freedom, real freedom where peace had a chance. Flower power, dear Big Kitties all. Yes, it was once real. Once possible. Once.
And the dreams...the dreams, they die hard. Dreams of the soul, they die even harder. Dreams...well, dreams of the heart may never die...but they are buried alive. Often buried alive, dear Big Cats, who walk and paw-dance this world with your good beating hearts and your precious bright souls.
Dreams...dreams are often buried alive because what was once possible has been lost to an opportunity, an opportunity for an Age. The sign of that loss, the loss of the Flower Power Age, the death of John Lennon, not by the hand of his cruelly-used assassin, but by Who pulled the pathetic assassin's puppet strings. And that I shall leave to your walk upon our most beloved realm, the blue marble planet, Earth.

Flower Power kiss from the Kougar...

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