The glastonbury Entry – Day 2
Nikki aint got nothing on me... poser.jpg Day Two – Friday Glastonbury: spiritual centre of the world
I woke up to a rather cold morning, it having rained heavily the day before. Budging scott out of the tent we headed down to the apparently superior award winning showers: and was not disappointed. It looked rather fabulous I must say, I certainally liked them. They were spacious, comfortable, and thanks to waking up so early, rather clean. A well deserved A+ bath for my liking I must say.
The guys had headed off shopping when I got back, so I decided now was the time to impress nikki with my superior guitar playing. Getting out my guitar, assuming the position, and warming up my hands, I played her my version of House of the Rising Sun, and Also the dreaded Chicken Song. Likely to say she was VERY IMPRESSED AT MY AMAZING LEARNING CAPABILITIES OF AWESOMENESS (I wish) and showed me just how impressed she was by playing the same song in folk style with better lyrics. Great. I spent the better part of my holiday practicing over and over so she can think I am awesome, and she upstages me in mere seconds.*sigh.* you can’t win them all.. its ok, I have a whole year to wait till the next one. I’ll get you then girl…
Anyway, catching up to the group again, they finally told me the true purpose of being in Glastonbury. Apparently, upon a rather high hill called the Tor, is the convergence of a whole bunch of Ley Lines, apparently the most in the world. Also it is the site where King Authur is supposed to be buried, and where the holy grail is said to be hidden. The good news to me was I was probably at the coolest mythical site in England next to Stonehenge, meaning if there was anywhere a portal was going to open and demons where going to pop out, this would most probably be it :D! The bad news was, I wasn’t the only person alive thinking that, which became apparent when we walked into town. Everybody and their uncle had a magic shop in Glastonbury. There was practically one for every bloody day of the year over there! It was freaking scary! And I swear if I smell incense one more time I will stab someone!
Me, nikki thedude sunin and steve went ahead of everyone else, taking our time to look around, stare at old witches, bore ourselves to death with the tourist stuff, etc etc etc… We stopped in a café for a break where they are VERY VERY generouse with their portions of cake (We had MASSIVE pieces, they were HUGE), and we got a candle to sing Happy birthday to Steve. The rest of the gang turned up, and went off to a pub up the road. Me, scott and abeneplacito left them there, heading down to see if we couldn’t find a Tattooist that did credit card work (we didn’t) and ended up in a sort of mystic festival thingy at the town hall. It was here that scott started to explain to me the full extent of his ‘gift’ that he had told me about the night before: Apparently he is rather good at reading people. As in Very good. And apparently Warren is better. I can’t say whether I believe him or not, as it has been proven to me on rather numerous occasions, but I like to keep an open mind on things. Besides, I’m a gay black Christian, you don’t get any more open minded than that.
We walked around a bit, and while Warren checked out some lady and got her to read his birthchart, me and scott played around with a couple of dowsing rods. He showed me this neat move by making them draw towards his hands (which once again didn’t work for me. Stupid rods. Bah!) And I got to chat to a rather nice man who freely gave me a spirit guide reading. – a basketball is bounced by players, but which is responsible for scoring, the players for pushing it, or for the ball for falling through the net? Hmm. Odd thing. Slightly weirded
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