Existence Womb (11)

    
   "Existence Womb (11)"
    
   Miriam lit up the prayer-giving aspects of organic tobacco next to her mother on the couch--a Bing Crosby movie was playing along with Bob Hope as a sidekick on the tube--it had something to do with Sinbad the Sailor before all Muslims were demonized and bad deals done by W. assisting Saudi Arabia with the increasing iniquity of oil, money, and greed.  Then, a knock at the door; next, it opened, Dr. Luke (Miriam's Dad) walking through casually, sauntering with a handsome Glenn Ford cowboy swagger, that dude always getting aimed at by six-guns cause other cowboys were jealous of his androgynous looks that made the ladies swoon.  Whatever--it was all cool now, the threesome, the family of Jew and Gentile on the couch crying, hugging, and the conversation initiated into a wending symposium of weird.
   
DR. LUKE
Miriam, I have always been close but so far; nevertheless, I am here now--here to stay.  I brought with me some turmeric-derived medicine for your mother's neurological condition--it will resurrect greater cognizance.  The Universities out West are transcending even the Ivy League institutes, but you didn't hear that from me since I went to Princeton; regardless, I brought you some herb-derived medicine as well.  The same kind General George was using, and with those same fibers the first American flag was forged; then, General George left after his second year as President, to be replaced by a sublime doppelganger of sorts.  Mr. Washington went on a great adventure of healing his inflamed gums by chewing herbs cooks in butter, knowing the Indian seed had miraculous and benevolent potential--the reason the Southern States won't allow it, knowing people will begin to ask questions.  This herb-derived medicine will enlighten you to a sense of Krishna-like strength, where as like the young David--you can slay giants.
   
MIRIAM
Why now Dad?  I mean, you had so much time?  And it feels bizarre even calling you that, like incest or something.
  
MIRIAM'S MOM
The Grackle will come no more.  Now I will see the Rook, and remember my homeland of England.
  
DR. LUKE
Yeah, where so many reptilians have gotten into the royal bloodline.  Otherwise, it's a jolly and fabulous place.  But whatever--give your Mom the new medicine Miriam, and you take yours.  Look, they can hear us, but because of the stones in this house, and a device crafted by an excommunicated Rabbi who was an autodidact, building mystical shields from herbs, stones, and a hint of wisdom from the original KARATE KID  movie, I can scramble their complete knowledge--and when I go to my death my precious and beautiful daughter, it will pass to you.  But take the new medicine, designed by God himself--the human body was built with receptors for psychoactive herbs and the sublimity of spices.  Things will get better, and I will present to you allies in futurity.
  
MIRIAM
Like Wookiees?   Miriam snorting a joke--just happy to have a Mom and Dad, at the moment.   

DR. LUKE
You would be surprised at the truth of THE SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN fighting Bigfoot in the 1970's.  Like with myth, our weirdest culture has truth to it.