Brian's Dad: Session Seven

Brian's Dad: Session Seven: "Please start from your previous session: I was more apprehensive than ever. On leaving the campus I looked carefully in the direction that ..."

Please start from your previous session:

Session Seven

Please start from your previous session:

I was more apprehensive than ever.

On leaving the campus I looked carefully in the direction that Ginger and the Chairman had been looking. ''Looking' was being kind they were sneaking glances and what they saw really preoccupied them. I saw two things a perfectly black ball disappearing into the void around us. And the most awesome blinding flash that past with out any trace. As blinding as it was it was nigh on impossible to see as it was so short lived. Obviously an enormous amount of energy.

Energy, the black ball, my previous mentor. Something was up. But what?

Now I was back for my next session on sex. That was hard enough but to add to that the undercurrent of suspicion and intrigue.

I walked into the interview room. All three of them were there. They were radiating pleasantness. Their colors merged and complimented each other. Their hues were of identical intensity and the smells were pleasantly subtly matching and ever changing. The blue and greens of Vortex matching the pastel colors of the chairman with Ginger's shades of red and rust setting a pleasant background.

I was met by a beatific smile. Three of them. Each more radiant than the previous one.

All in all a very unnerving set of events.

The chairman jumped in with his introduction.

"Let me see now. Oh yes. Last session, which was delightful, ended with us all deciding to have a sex session".

There was a burst of internal pandemonium. At first each of with his own personal contribution which then climaxed into a mutual sensation of complete uncertainty.

I could see Vortex trembling and her colors changed to a pulsating purple. Her eyes were blank and yet placid and deeply beautiful. All three of them.

Ginger was flashing from red through to yellow and then green. On arriving at green the color started revolving , throbbing and beacons of green were flashed in every direction but especially towards Vortex.

I was collecting what I could from the messages that the chairman had sent. "Last session delightful ". It had been the usual nigh on catastrophe. More than that , why were they being so nice?

To my complete astonishment chairman was appraising me with tender looks. His all white appearance had obvious grey overtones. More amazingly Vortex was doing the same.

But our confusion became palpable. It coalesced and we were slowly spinning in unsion around the room. As the speed started to increase two things happened . Ginger noticed that not only was he not the center of attraction , in every sense of the word, but I was. His colors reverted and his smell was that of a feral angry cat. He stopped revolving and became revolting. The chairman cleared his voice and started to clarify. On doing so we all stopped revolving and resorted to normality.

"Why sex? How sex?"

All this with a quaint sweet and completely unnatural smile. He was still trying to be jolly.

So off I set.

'Choice determines a winner'.

'Winner of what?' this was from the chairman. Ginger was subsiding into a molten red. Melting down like lava, but bubbling and angry.

'Of whatever choice was made. The winner attains an evolutionary advantage'.

That did it.

Two explosions at once. They intertwined, coalesced and engulfed me.

The first contributor was Vortex. She had changed into indigo and each eye looked at one of us. And then switched to another. I saw her focus and refocus. What was so fascinating about sex? Vortex slowly evaporated , reconstituted in a different color and then evaporated again. Her eyes multiplied. Finally she spoke.

'Why orgasms?'

I was completely flustered.

'Sorry?' I meant to say. But the chairman beat me to it. Now why should he be sorry.

For once Ginger looked even more perplexed than I. But not for long.

Vortex regained some sort of composure.

I tumbled on . 'The orgasm is the time when is the participants unite both physically and emotionally. '

'You mean that there has to be two?' asked Vortex sighingly.

The chairman answered in a very hoarse voice.'Not necessarily, you can have more. Sometimes less.'

' You never told me that. ' Vortex said almost accusingly. Then tried to make it sound like she was addressing me. She wasn't .

The chairman beat his gavel and demanded that I answer the question.

'What question ?' both I and Ginger said in duet.

But Vortex was lost to all except herself. 'Maybe you can do it alone?'

'Isn't that what the politicians do?' asked the chairman.' If they can have spin with no substance can they have orgasms without substance too? '

At this point Ginger went ballistic. He simply turned a bright yellow, flames came out of his rear end and he flew widely round the room.

'This is lunacy. You have sex for winners. So losers are sterilized ?' I jumped. Thus had been one of the conditions the German tribe had asked for in negotiating the ten commandments.

'Would be corollary of what you said but they have more sex', chairman's not very helpful contribution. Ginger blasted into a high orbit.

'The whole point of free choice is free sex? The winner takes all but the loser has sex too and breeds faster.'

Ginger was getting into his swing.

'So if this is to breed the most adequate have you looked at the results? How much sex over the millennia does it need for them to change at all? Your bloody dinosaurs did more change than this lot and you hurled a bloody meteor at them. '

'It's the only thing that they think about. Or want to really do. They live their whole lives for sex. Why I ask you why?'

I was about to answer. But Ginger's soliloquy was far from over. On he ranted.

'The geometry and physics of the penis are a crude imitation of my changing physical entity planets. I did this on a whole planet, not just one penis? What were you thinking about? The docking procedures are like my twin darting planets. They work for a whole cosmos , you moron, not built round a single vagina. Are you imitating your stand up comedians?'

I knew where that came from. I had tried to explain humor to them. Ginger noticed that a lot of 'my Jews ' were comedians. He noticed that most of the Jews started telling jokes to pass the time as Moses took an eternity to explain anything as he stuttered his way through any sentence. He thought that stand up comedy was Jews telling jokes with an erection and the audience having an orgasm.

Chairman cleared his voice, not that it needed clearing, but it attracted Ginger's attention. The chairman nodded at the window. Vortex stared at me in complete mystification . Ginger momentarily calmed down.

'Explain the mechanism of sex' was the chairmans question as an attempt to regain a modicum of order.

The attempt was an utter failure. Both Vortex and Ginger erupted. One physically.

Ginger was besides himself in every sense possible. One was bad enough but two. Circling each other in a blur. 'Explain, how can this lunatic explain lunacy?'

The chairman and I explained fearful glances. Not another big bang, surely. Nothing could avoid it.

Well one thing could and did.

Vortex whispered ' So interesting, sometimes I believe that we creators should experience even the most bizarre of occurrences.' Did she indeed? Ginger went back into his green revolving light mode.

Vortex had now taken over the proceedings. 'Why do your Jews chop the end off? '

Now that was a good one. I had no intentions that they do that. But again that walking catastrophe Moses had done that. Not intentionally. Not even directly.

It was in one of long drawn out meetings when he was spraying me trying to stutter through 'God, faithful king.' every sentences with his strange penguin act. I had an idea. As he stuttered through the three words I chimed in with 'In all circumstances.' You can guess what happened next.

Off he trots to update the tribe.

They were thunderstruck when he started out with 'In all circumsssssssss' and got stuck. One of the leading stand up artists jumped in with ' Surely not circumcised?' This brought the house down. Moses hates being laughed at and especially hated the particular comic.

'Good idea.' was his response.

They were shell shocked. No one ever brought the house down again till Sampson tried it in Philistine with similar catastrophic results.

Moses was a nervous wreck. In our next meeting he begged that I help him. He explained the whole tribe was chasing each other with knives. They were planning to start on the women. This worried Moses. Jethro's daughter , his wife had threatened to leave him and go home. She was the only one that could get his Cossack boots off. We wracked our brains. Then I had a brainwave. He'd tell them that it was only for men to prevent the women getting cancer. I suggested that they circumcised their animals instead. That was tried once. The poor guy had was remained from his mutilated penis heartily kicked. In a fit of anger and pain he cut its throat. That became institutionalised too.

So I smiled at Vortex and said that it was an act of loyalty.

'If that's an act, what happens with the real thing?'

' I don't really know I've never seen that.' I replied truthfully.

The chairman came into the conversation. ' So you have free choice to take a chance. Why?'

' I didn't want them to feel that they were the arbitrators of their own fate. They are not creators.'

Ginger couldn't be denied.' Neither are you on both counts'. The antagonism was flowing out of him. Lava and ashes of hatred.

' If you have to link up why use two waste disposal units? Especially when so many miss one and end up in the other?'

Vortex sighed, the chairman blushed and Ginger's head oscillated between the two.

'Didn't t all that start with Greeks?' asked Vortex.

'Ah yes the Greeks'. The chairman mellowed

' I always had a special place for them. A soft spot. Let's start with them next session.'

Ginger's face was a picture of surprise. With a condescending smirk he mockingly flounced out of the room.

Please start from your previous session:

Imagine a Ginger dwarf in jodhpurs, handlebar mustache, central parted greasy lank hair. Picture him with a foaming Steiner in his hand, a giant piece of strudel at his side opera glasses as he flits from a gymkhana to opera house. You can do it. So can I.
It's not the best idea to do it in your oral exam after the antagonistic academic referee had made it apparent that he was willing to sacrifice his most perfect, pristine, physical and chemical state of the art universe just to see me humiliated.
Ginger saw the smile. Any smile of mine was a mortal insult. Any smile in his presence was, in his eyes, a reflection on his good self. The two together were awesome to behold. Every atom, particle and sub particle reached a new pitch of excitement. They all quantum jumped and went into loftier and menacing orbits. He shook. He revolved. He changed color. Centrifugal forces battled with gravity. The balance was threatened.
In short my nemesis the cretinous Ginger was about to explode.
One big bang was not enough ?
Miraculously he gained control.

And he were in Vienna.
Time transported and in parallel world. Ginger yet again had screwed up another aspect of my universe building. How?
Here's how:
Energy, as his sponsors would no doubt tell him was the key.
Maybe he thought it was sales talk.
Maybe he thought that as a creator he was running things.
Almost, Ginger.
Ruining , not running but ruining .
Vienna became a vibrant capital. People behaved like they were Ginger' s particles. Excited and haphazard.
Princes went with women of lower station, did things that they shouldn't regretting it as the energy seeped away. Alas for poor Mayerling. His energetic bed shakings were merely a form of ginger's dissipating energy. I am sure the good prince would not have ended it all if he had only realized. Probably he would have asked for another dose.
'Ah hah, I see a lot of your favorite people. '
I realized that he was referring to my Jews as he usually referred to them.
'Who is that one with the long beard and mustache?'
He had found Herzl.

Herzl was a dreamer. He felt sure that some day the horse drawn carriage would be replaced. Not everyone would be able to afford so he'd rent them. He had a great slogan. ' To have is good' . He would rent them in the Golden Medeine ........the USA. Having lousy English he decided to call his firm ' Av is'.
There he was dreaming when this cretin Ginger popped up. Ginger was still letting his every part subside to it's normal level. Not that normal was a word to be used with this entity. He started the conversation . It went like this:
' You dream of the Medina, no? '
Herzl smiled shyly , muttered in his beard, ' You must be reading my thoughts'.
This was true but unfortunately for Herzl not very well.
Unwittingly Ginger bumbled along.
'Got a great idea for you . Go to the holy land.'
Herzl looked as if he had been pole axed.
' Why on earth would I do that?'
Now it was Ginger's turn to be perplexed. He flashed his thoughts to me. Or at least what I took for his thoughts. Ginger seemed to believe that all Jews stuck together and would be off to Israel at any opportunity.
I knew why.
Ginger was fixated over the exodus from Egypt. The Jews were wandering around in the desert for forty years. He found that completely incredible. So did I . I just hoped why never became apparent. .......................
I was having all sorts of troubles with freedom of choice. So my idea was to limit it with my commandments. I always simply said only the Jews would agree to have them. Which was not entirely true. There was another tribe living on the Danube. They were called Germans. They had accepted. They really liked the idea of being special. They kept asking if that meant being superior too? I side stepped a wee bit, but let it pass.
Their leader was a huge man with hardly any clothes but what he lacked for in clothes he made up for in hair. His hair beard and mustache all reached the ground, well almost. He read the draft a few times.'You really sure about thy shall not kill?' But he gave in quite easily. Breathing a sigh of relief the negotiations went into the easiest phased and collapsed. There had to be a special group to interpret the laws. He called them 'Lawyers'.
So we met with the lawyers. Then a very strange thing happened. Every meeting they brought new lawyers. Within no time ever increasing hordes of lawyers giving advice and explanations. The German leader was getting more and more aggravated. The breaking point came when the lawyers decided that there had to be an accompanying document. They called it a preamble. And here was what they wanted written:
'In the beginning God created his Legal Advisor. And chaos was illegal. So it was prosecuted. On the second day God was sent his account. On the third day God did nothing as his account was frozen till he paid'.
So I said 'no thanks, I'll go the Jews '.
Now that was a cosmic mistake.
Moses got the commandments and was dispatched off to Israel.
The journey was to take four days.
But that did not take into account our dear friend Moses.
Still insisting on starting every sentences with 'God faithful king '. This is not recommended if you want to lead and you stutter.
So the faithful followers split up into tribes. Tribes who guessed what he said. Tribes who guessed what he meant . And tribes that that went back to ask him . And this was repeated with his answer. So we had thirteen tribes deciphering the simplest of instruction. 'Turn left at the next rock.' took days to interpret and what to do as they had passed the rock two days ago. Of course this really got every body very angry and frustrated. One day Moses really lost it and took all his frustrations out on the rock. It took there days for him to pronounce all his curses.
The journey would have taken even longer. By chance someone discover that if Moses was surprised he temporarily stopped stuttering. The best way was to go behind him and blow a horn. It had to be very loud indeed. Moses had become very hard in hearing.
So whenever the Jews met with any unmovable object they blow this horn very loudly. It would turn out to be very useful later.

Back in Vienna another odd thing had happened. Herzl was joined by a very vampish coquettish Mrs Herzl . Who eerily looked very like a humanised Vortex. Herzl was spluttering what do I want with those lunatics. They pray like penguins, dress like Russians and speak weird German that no one understands. After my experiences with Moses did I empathise! But not so his wife. Swinging her enormous ear rings and batting her large false eye lashes she caused a stir in more sense than one. She had his attention.

'It's so simple darling', the same ploy as Mary on Joseph. I knew then and there that simple was the last thing it was going to be.

'We go to America to raise money. With that money we send other people to Israel.'

'Does that mean that I can set up Avis?'

'No darling, you'll have to try much harder'.

In a twinkling we were back in the exam room.

The chairman had faded in colour. He was gazing out of the window. So was Ginger.

Vortex looked at me with a hidden look of sharing a secret mixed with 'how dare those bastards lose in interest in me?'

Vertex is in my side , I thought.

If she was she had a strange way of expressing it.

Her next comment made both her concentrate on her. Ginger turning into a throbbing lava colour and the chairman into slowly undulating intense whiteness with hints of steam swirling around him.

Vertex had merely said:

' Why do Lawyers multiply, in fact everything about sex fascinates me'.

Chairman reasserted his authority.

'That will be our next sessions topic'.

And both he and Ginger threw furtive glances through the window.

Visiting Earth: Fifth Session.

Please start from your previous session:

Once again I was entering uncharted waters. I knew that the Creators had a fascination about my 'supposed ' visit to earth. But they always skirted away from actually finding what went on there. I was never sure why.

Maybe they had a similar dark secret. There had to reasons. One reason for each creator.

I was pretty sure that there had been one official delegation. One attempt to ascertain. Three strange men that went to talk with Mary. But she had asked for gifts.

Ah Mary , what a piece of work she was. ................

It all started innocently. As usual ' my Jews ' were up to something. Having decided that we were somehow interconnected they began to get a bit out of hand. I' d tried shunting them off to Egypt, Iraq, had them fight the Iranians, Greece and Syrians. Now they were fighting the Romans. How many fights could this people possibly get into? Every time I felt sorry and got them out of most of the hot waters. But I was wondering. Just what kind of people were they?

I knew that the Greeks had pretend Gods who were really humans. So I thought that if I went and spoke with the Jews I could sort things out. Initially I was looking for a representative. Then I remembered that awful episode with Moses. I just couldn't handle hours of stammering. The guy must have some strange attachment to the frozen north. Not only did he dress like a cossack in winter but every time he spoke with me he bobbed up and down like a demented penguin. Any explanation he gave was too painful to listen to. He insisted in starting every sentence with ' God, faithful king'. Each word took an eternity. I cannot imagine why a man with a stammer chose the three words he could never pronounce. But he insisted on trying. I wasn't going through that again. On our first meeting he sprayed so much that he extinguished the burning bush I lit because I thought he must be cold.

I can never be truly sure what happened. There had been so many visits to that era, in different parallel worlds by differing creators each changing reality. Were was the original reality?

As far as I can get it straight Mary was married to Joseph. It was a typical Jewish marriage. She never stopped complaining. Marrying Joseph was ' a mistake', Nazareth was nicer than Jerusalem. Joseph couldn't even make a living never mind buy a house. In fact Mary was having serious doubts. Maybe Joseph was a feigele. He certainly was having a hard time impregnating her.

Mary got herself in the family way. And what a mess that turned out to be.

But then what to tell Joseph. Thank goodness she was not married to a non Jew. Those goyishe bastards would have kicked the hell out of her. If not had a well ordered honor killing.

So she fooled Joseph by the best trick in the Jewish handbook. She flattered him. 'Just think we are having the child of the creator' ....... Did you notice? Those were her words. Not God but creator. And we, smart!!!

Immaculate conception. It was supposed to be immaculate contraception. Lying bastard she often thought to herself.

Into this awful havoc I descended.

That was when I wanted to meet Mary Magdalene. I thought that she would make a great representative. She could spread the word . She was good at spreading. In fact she had spread a lot already Any way a woman could not make a bigger mess than the men. Unfortunately I met the wrong Mary.

We sat down. I told the wrong Mary my problem. She told me her solution. That's another things about my Jews. They are a people divided into two camps. Those who see solutions and look for suitable problems.Never really finding one but that was not really important. The second camp was of those who can see the problem in all it's aspects but cannot see a solution. In fact solutions are a big letdown and should be avoided.
You'd have thought they'd get together.
But neither side thought that other side really understood.
So the wrong Mary & I had meetings. We agreed to let her child be my representative. But as we plotted we were obsessed by Joseph's suspicion. We shortened this threat's name to SusJ ... In Hebrew they read back to front JSus .... So that's how my representative got his name.

And that's how I lost the plot. In the to ing and fro ing of time travel, alternative time and reality, parallel truth and shear bloody minded ness the idea of ' the son of the creator' became a truth to be tested or a lie to be proven.
In one test I actually asked Mary if she would have had sex with me? ' No thanks, you have no patience for the fore play. You never listen'.
Pretty good coming from her!

Well I was pretty hardened to Jews who either never make their point, like Moses, or those that are so direct that it makes everything into ten sentences. Or formula of 20 letters.
Dear old Mary was the later.
I think I had a soft spot for her because Moses sister was also Miri. She tried drowning the little sod. When she failed she told a different tale.

Anyway there we have Mary, Joseph, Jesus and three mystery men. Who were they? I am betting everything that I have that they were the three members of my committee. Out there to catch me. In person. Mary asked for presents. Every time after that they came bearing them.

Strange as it was. So many visits and reviews. But never to see the faces if those famous three.

Vertex broke into my recollections. The parallel world was closing. The three wise men disappeared into the east. Why there? Only oil there. No use then anyway.

' So who was his father? ' , she asked again.

Yet again, as before the Chairman and Ginger both avoided that question. More than that. The only time ever they worked together.

' I have to cut this meeting short, I have a meeting with our sponsors and donators'. He meant the energy cabal.

Turning to Ginger, he asked him what he would like the subject to be in the next session?

Ginger, street fighter of the Creators, was unprepared for a dialogue and gesture of peace from the man who was usually his enemy.

I expected him to cripple me with a session about randomness and free choice. His two bete noirs.

In his embarrassment he stumbled. ' Vienna, why was that city so important? '

A fairly easy session I thought.

But I was about to be very wrong.

Fourth Session || Creativity

Please start from your previous session:

Creativity: Sounds so innocent a subject. In my universe I had made damned sure it was watered down. Only wimps and art teachers ever spoke about it.

Here’s the reason why:

The creators are a pretty tight bunch when fighting outsiders. But amongst themselves they are as vicious as could be imagined to one an other.

So much destruction and mayhem had been done in the name of creativity. Ginger’s explosion which ruined my big bang was but one example and a very minor one to boot. They were all involved. Every creator had used his ‘creativity’. Things done in the ‘hallowed name of creativity’ were, well simply extremely and devastatingly ugly.
The creators had eventually set up a creativity council. This was meant to regulate creativity. This august body was set up in the suitable surroundings of this very university where I was undergoing my review.
They had solved little. The fights and wrangling on the various sub committees were many and intricate in cause, course and nature. So there was a lot done in the name of creativity – but absolutely no creativity.
So I knew that I was edging out into an impenetrable mine field, which was bound to explode.
To illustrate my fear all three of them intensified in color and hue. Vortex was throbbing and managed to look mean, Ginger was an incredible rust color with the deep red drops dribbling from him. The Chairman hair was still incredibly white but highlighted by faint but distinct red flashes. His eyes projected streaks of lightening. The smells were sulphorous yet distinctly different. They were preceded by a shattering, deafening, ominous silence.
‘What would you like to discuss?’ I asked.

I immediately regretted asking as the chairman turned on my.
‘ I really thought that we asked the questions and you answered. Is this another form of your creativity? Creativity is in the hands of the creator. It is not ‘free will’’.
Well I had really set them off.
This was an opening that Ginger was bound to utilize to the fullness of his sanctified viciousness.
I braced. I knew what was coming. Another diatribe about using maths and certainty to build physical and chemical certitudes that were unmovable, immutable and achingly boring, was in the offing. The choice was of the creators only.
How many time had I heard that?
I looked at Ginger.
The little cretin was as happy as he ever could be. He let Vortex speak.
I was so dumbfounded that I missed her question.
It was a relief to know that Ginger so hated the Chairman that he would not align himself with him even if it meant missing a chance to pulverize me.
I caught up with Vortex.
‘ I never quite understood how the ‘Ten Instructions’ were linked to sex’, she asked or stated.
Chairman reasserted his authority ‘He calls them ‘Commandments’, I believe’.
Ginger couldn’t control himself any longer. ‘Freedom of choice, my dear. No creativity by planning just choosing. Bad choice’ oh dear, that’s you gone, next one’s turn.’ New choices all round. Piffle complete piffle. ‘
Pay back time for the Chairman arrived: ‘You are confusing a lot of issues which may or may not be related’. Ginger looked miffed.
‘Can we have some light on sex?’ Vortex asked coyly. She also seemed to glow a bit. There definitely was a very delicate smell wafting through preceded by a slight low sigh.
I tried: ‘Sex is a way of assorting different traits to produce the best equipped’.
It was the Chairman who was first in, ‘ There are three basic objections to this theory. Firstly the creatures are obsessed by the sex and not its results they do little else, secondly the way that it is done is incredibly bizarre and finally --- well you certainly got some very strange results, didn’t you?’
Ginger waded in, menacing and obnoxious in every way. His good old self had returned. I was sure he was going to get in ‘Your Jews---‘. And he did but -- well see for yourselves:
‘ Your Jews even chop an end of their connecting adapter. Claim it is part of some treaty with you. Wasn’t part of that treaty the ‘Ten Instructions, sorry, Commandments?’
Obviously sidling up to Vertex, yet again. She haughtily ignored him. A smell of antiseptics preceded by a raspberry sound was noticed and ignored by all.
She smiled at me. ‘Perhaps you can explain.
I chose to explain the Ten Commandments. A really bad choice as she obviously wanted sex.
Accompanied by her very sad glances I continued:
‘I realized that freedom of choice was too loosely defined. The creatures were incapable of framing their choices. So I decided to talk with one of them. None of them wanted any part of it. No killing, no other Gods, a six day week, no thievery, honor your parents. None of them wanted it. The Jews were my last hope. They fought adultery but with all their might, but they gave in. ‘
Was that disappointed look from Vortex?
‘That was only after their representative came twice. Moses was his name. Strange guy if ever there was one. Took me forever to understand what he was talking about. He had a terrible stutter. To be honest I spent a lot of time asking him why he was dressed like a Russian Cossack in the middle of winter, when we were in the middle of the sweltering Sinai desert. Gave up on that.’
But Moses had been good and kept his word.

When he went down to meet his Jews he found them on the verge of signing a McDonald’s franchise. They were celebrating with a brand image. Reluctantly they gave up on the idea. They gave in to Moses partly because they were in no mood to listen to a stammering diatribe given with such an awful stutter that they had to ask his brother every second sentence what he meant. Some of them thought that they had got themselves a new franchise with me.
‘ So your Jews engineered your Instructions and sex?’ Ginger asked.
I felt on safe ground as he had somehow annoyed the Chairman and got Vortex on my side.
‘ Not at all.’
‘ So in the next session would you explain these Jews to us? Especially your ‘visit’ there’.
I had asked for that.

Third session

Please start from your previous session:

The flashes and noise were every where. Every possible kind of radiation hurtling around in ever way.

‘Right, tea break over’, announced the chairman. Creators have gruesome eating habits. Apart from vortex . She did not touch a thing. She negatively radiated. Everything around her glowed. Then slowly the glow subsided.
As it did her luminosity increased.
As did her look of satisfaction.

My Ginger nemesis was a pig. He had devoured everything and anything.
He was half way through the vortex when she started to glow in a very strange way. So did he, as he also started to frazzle.
Sheepishly he let her go.

‘We will see your demonstration’ said the chairman in the re-run real time event.

There was complete emptiness.
Nothing was seen, heard or smelt.
Well that is the way it was supposed to be but dear old Ginger was adding his sight, aromas and sounds.
They were ominous.

The pin head was supposed to appear.
It was a sleight of hand from the previous run down universe.
But Ginger had objected. So fierce was his objection that he was now the center of all the proceedings.
He really lost it.
The little bugger was incandescent.
Then just as I predicted in my big bang, Ginger, my chief antagonist became unwillingly my chief protagonist.
He exploded.
It was awesome and awful.

Vortex was penetrated by the proto-energy. She let out a deep moan which was pleasant and terrifying.

At first I thought, should I say hoped, that we had lost him. But in the ripple of movement parts of Ginger slowly congealed. First globs of radiation, then globs of particles. All parts of Ginger.
A very angry Ginger who, try as he might, could never get back to that very critical time.
Every time he tried there was a flash with echoes and visions of the black ball.
In a mini particle of time he flashed his message:
‘Creation: Say so much in so little time; say it all in seven letters; two words and three ‘F’s’’ .

My Jews put a spin on it. They explained spin thus:
Everything has mass and spin. More mass lees spin. Less mass more spin.
They then studied how to get to zero mass and all spin. They called it Politics and then went on to institutionalize it in their national home.

The spin my Jews put on was to ignore Ginger’s part and make it out to a planned event and not a freak accident.
I tried explaining to them that it indeed was such. But they said ‘right and next you’ll have us believing you can sum it up in 10 sentences.’

So here I was. I was stuck with a particulate Ginger on my hands for ever and a bunch of spin merchants out guessing me.
No wonder I was on my way to failing my second sitting.
No way for a nascent creator to prove his mettle.

From another dimension popped in the fully formed un repentant Ginger.
As if he had no part in this disaster he lets fly yet again.

‘Your basic mistake was not thinking your math’s through. You could have used the Universe 309 paradigm’.
This was his pet project. They were a perfect state, custom designed, state of the art universe. You name they do it. Just one problem. It burns up energy which makes Ginger’s sponsors oh so happy.

At theses moments I wish I was a creator fully fledged. I could show my true feelings. That part of Ginger were now an added part of my universe.

Enlightened earth inhabitants would study my works at length. The Ginger particles would confuse them no end.
They would call it black matter.
Originally they wanted to call it ‘round black matter’ but I realized that Ginger would explode routinely at this allusion.

But thank goodness we had gone that part of the session behind us.
As usual vortex had come active and in good humour after having Ginger interject himself into her.

So she chose her next favourite subject.

‘How’s creativity coming along this year.

Second session

Please start from your previous session:

I drew a deep breath and started..........

That was when the trouble started

I guess I was still insecure in this strange atmosphere. In more senses than one.

Often the creators would communicate in ways unimaginable. This time it was by smell. A strange mixture of aromas added one after another, to make the recipients aware they issued a preemptory sound. The sounds were as varied as the diversity of aromas. A self satisfied smell of imminent incredibly complex mathematics combined with ' I am going to get this bastard' was wafting in the air having being announced by a slight sound that was like cannon fire. I had no doubt where that came from. Then wafted in the smell of the UN peace Corp, a sort of smell very rich aroma but leaving nothing behind, being preceded by a very loud, short jabbering. This time I had no idea who was the originator. Not that it mattered.

The chair creator was rummaging through all the previous records. Maybe he was going to transport us back either to a previous session or the real event. This means us traipsing through time and field dimensions in a most cavalier way. Every one apart from me could transport himself or anyone else anywhere and to any time. We often ended having several simultaneous sessions about the same issue as one session changed so did them all. The effect was like living in a kaleidoscope with sounds, and if course smells. Once when doing Jesus's conception we managed to accidentally castrate Joseph, but that was soon fixed. Mary, had quite a lot to say about that. But soon fixed if not with a sense of uneasiness and permanent anxiety.

Some of the confusion about Mohammed's real intentions are thus explained. They are still not fixed. Something to do with the energy guys. More about that later.

A blinding flash. Stunning and awesome. I half expected an aroma. But I was wrong. We had whizzed to a parallel session.

We were actually at my master piece. My Jews described it as ' in the beginning'. Complete tripe. This was the end. It is impossible to tell how often I tried this. Just getting it right was a minor miracle. Even the one of the creators had said so. He was removed from the board for his contribution.

It was a pity because with him there was some kind of hope.

He was completely and absolutely black and completely and absolutely round. He conversed by changing shape and colour. To a creator, a truly great creator this was possible. By doing so he conversed.

He understood the idea. In fact he was enthralled by the randomness and yet certainty that anything that can happen will happen and always will end in a complete catastrophe.

I don't quite see how the second part fitted in. But I and he were getting on better terms progressively He even suggested that the idea be made a universal universe principle.
The chairman went berserk.

Ginger physicist was opposed from the outset. Quoted wonderful planets created in stability to last in stability with well crafted physics. As if it could be anything else with him. Anyway my benefactor, round and black was bounced. Replaced in a violent argument with words like ' what the devil are you talking about ?' and ' go to hell'.

Presumably he did. But we got the divine vortex.

So another round of sneering was in the offing. In actual fact it was a rerun of a' previous review ' made to look new and relevant. The first time round it had got better ratings.

I better explain ratings. The college and it's exams are pristinely, purely dedicated to make better creators. Only the best were let loose. But ............ Well that's not all. Originally the ratings were there to make sure that the boards were of the best. So they were viewed by all. Fair enough. But things got out of hand. Who supplied the energy.?Energy is the bottom line. It always is and always was. So although creators create, energy comes from somewhere. And the providers of energy have subtle control. We saved energy from re runs.

I never really got to understand why we needed energy. In my system energy ran down. And then regenerated itself. But Ginger, the energy mens best friend pontificated and sniffed at every any mention of the idea.

Surely energy serves us and not the opposite. ......