The 19th incarnation of the Buddha sat glassy eyed, lights flashing eerie sounds all around him.
The 19th incarnation of the Buddha was brought to this place by his mother, an incarnation of no one at all. A spirit without merit, or consciousness, so much so, that she was prone to speak harshly to the 19th incarnation, in a tone and pitch that in the old world would signal the advancement of the Huns. This confused female also had an alternate spirit and voice one with soft comforting tones and sweet temperament, which could inspire the 19th incarnation to relax and create the necessary illusion of peace. Sadly, it was an illusion, as the 19th incarnation was to learn. This mother/girl woman would turn without a moments notice and resort to her bellowing howl at the slightest infraction of her absurd rules, usually regarding some possessions placement or hygiene standard both of which had no value in the universe. But at this time the 19th incarnation of the Buddha was only in the 4th year of this carnation so he had not yet the skills to communicate his wisdom. And even if he did, the mother was so young of mind; she would be incapable of listening.
The 4th incarnation of St. Francis of Assisi was in his toddler blue jeans happily giving away his birthday cup of tokens as his mother chased him down trying to restrain his benevolence. The reincarnation of William Randolph Hurst and John D. Rockefeller hoarded and stole the tokens, and tickets of surrounding children, by following the younger children from one end of Chuck E. Cheese to the other, swift and unrepentant as they plundered. The 19th reincarnation of the Buddha just stood, glassy eyed at the flashing lights and eerie sounds of the Chuck E. Cheese “Tower Of Power” game, surrounded by the next generation of the world. Shoved by little Caesars and running Hitler’s, Whining Sartre’s and Crying Gandhi’s – In a moment, the idea crossed his mind that all the noise and prizes were meaningless, that the image of his mother complaining about how much money (also meaningless), she had spent on the drive home and recounting some misdeed (also meaningless) of his during the evening would be and inevitable disheartening reality. However, he knew, that a visit to Chuck E. Cheese was mealy one more example of what was to come.
As the 4th incarnation of St. Francis was tripped by the 2nd incarnation of Stalin, gold tokens went spilling onto the floor. The 4th incarnation of St. Francis’s mother was horrified and unable to restrain the frenzy of children who were wide-eyed with token lust, diving to the ground all around her.
Children, grasping and pushing to take the coins that were not theirs, dropped by a saint, who was willing to give them away still, even after being tripped by a reincarnated dictator.
These are the creatures that will all one day manage the planet.
Being set against each other and taught to lust from the earliest youth.
Set on a path of consumption of products that have no value in the universe at all.
All the little Buddha’s parented by teenage mothers, all the little Stalin’s with Spanish nanny’s,
All the little Hitler’s with financial rewards, dangled before them.
All, worshiping flashing lights,
And instant gratification, God, have mercy on us all…