rock and roll musings by Tim Byrnes

 Here Comes A Regular: Sky Captain in the World of Tomorrow

    Karol Wojtyla sprang to his feet amidst mist and a big, big light. His mind was filled with the kind of immediate hyper awareness that comes when waking suddenly, knowing that yr late for an important appointment. His mind was clear. He had sprung to his feet. He looked down to see that he was dressed in the old clothes of youth, he felt maybe 17. He felt good. He looked around him, didn’t recognize the road he was on.
    The mists rose lightly at his feet and the big, big light shone down on him from what felt like the east, so he walked towards it. The  mists cleared some and buildings came into view. A small café with tables outside, two men sitting at one smiled and waved. It couldn’t be, but it was. He was back in Wadowice, young again and happy.
    He ran to the table, his long, strong and certain. The two men stood, arms outstretched in welcome. Karol ran into the arms of the taller of the two. Hugging the man hard, Karol gently wept w/happiness because he knew, he just somehow magically knew that this man was St Peter and that this café was indeed the gates of heaven. The other man, a colorfully dresses black man with wide, loving eyes, stood to the side with a beatific smile toking on the biggest spliff Karol had ever seen.
    Peter clasped Karol on the shoulders, silently bidding him to sit. The other man, Jimi Hendrix, passed the spliff to Karol who accepted and sat down, blissfully happy and hyper aware.
    The waiter, the same waiter from Karol’s youth came with a tray bearing bread and wine. The three men broke bread and drank wine but no one spoke of blood or body. No one spoke of  empire. No one spoke of mission or a holy see. They spoke of the theatre. They spoke of old friends.  As Karol was new to the ways of Heaven, Peter and Jimi told him where the best places were. Where his parents were. No one mentioned Jesus as he was in all their hearts and thus in everything .
    There was beer. There would be women. There was an abiding sense of love and peace. There were no vestments, bankers, lawyers or curia. There was nothing but 3 men enjoying each others company in a well deserved forever.

    Peace be to Karol Wyjtola, wherever he may roam.

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