The Figure Eight

[Scene II. The Front Bar.]

PLUTO .Eciton ton did I .on, lleW ?dloC

BLACK CAT I see. Well–

PLUTO .dnob rieht no tcelfer ot emit peed etamluos reh dna srehtaeF evig lliw tahT. suirattigaS ni eb lliw thginot noom ehT.

BLACK CAT Yes, Your Majesty. Tonight there’s a Strawberry Moon in Sagittarius.

[Aside to herself. ]

I guess he can’t figure out that’s why I’m here drinking and mingling. I’m trying to get laid on this Strawberry Moon tonight, and Sagi will make it happen.

Well, about Feathers–

PLUTO ?ereht keehc tfel ruoy ot deneppah tahW

BLACK CAT Um, well, I got into a dirty scuffle with a sea angel. You see, I had mistaken it for a shrimp. I was hungry, and when I went to bite at it, it pulled my left cheek into its tentacles. No worries. Just a small bruise, but I clawed at it, and it’s long been digested and excreted out. This thing with Feathers, Your Majesty, do you know? I mean, are you aware he’s still been shooting his spiritual sperm into her halo, and swallowing her feathers? They’re not spiritually separate entities any longer. When he hurts, she hurts. When he smiles, she smiles. Although he broke God’s contract, he hasn’t broken their bond. Feathers loves him from her heart. He admires her mind. But he…he’s still stuck in his pride. He needs to have that control. I mean, he has made some small changes, but he’s afraid she will reject him. She makes him happy, but none of this I’m telling you is happening on the 3-D level.

PLUTO –eb epoh swohs noom s’thginot tuB

BLACK CAT Pluto, I understand. The moon and the sun tonight will both be at its brightest, thanks to Royal Antares and Royal Aldebaran. Yes, both stars appear balanced. Maybe Ophiuchus will eventually heal her soulmate’s past wounds enough so that he will come to her at the 3-D level while you stay moving backwards. She needs to heal, too, you know. I don’t know what will happen because God granted all of us free will. But just because you are out of sign opposition with Venus won’t mean I won’t get laid tonight.

PLUTO !sreehC

[Pluto takes his last sip of his very dirty Martini and exits. Black Cat remains at the front bar mingling.]

The Figure Eight

[Dramatis Personae

PLUTO

BLACK CAT

FEATHERS

VENUS

BLACK MOON LILITH

ENKI

Scene: Outer Space; The Deep Atlantic Ocean]

[ACT I]

[Scene I. At Some Swanky Bar in Outer Space. The Front Bar.]

Enter PLUTO counterclockwise, alone, and approaches BLACK CAT.

PLUTO !Uoy s’ti

BLACK CAT What?

PLUTO !Otulp, em s’ti

BLACK CAT [Aside to herself]

This conversation with Pluto, make it short. You don’t have time for this. Remember, you’re half drunk, he’s in Retrograde, and he’s going to talk to you about Feathers which you don’t want to hear about.

PLUTO [Sits next to BLACK CAT]

? CB, Gnivah uoy Era tahw

BLACK CAT [Aside to herself]

He’s calling you CB when you know it’s BC, but ignore it because remember, he’s in Retrograde until the eleventh, and you’re THE Black Cat. Keep drinking.

Spyritus–I meant–Spirytus, Pluto. I’ll have a Spirytus. Pluto, what are you having?

PLUTO .initraM ytrid yrev a evah ll’I

BLACK CAT Is it me, Pluto, or did you also just feel a slight temperature drop? There’s a ch-chill in here right now.

A Black Cat Moment: A Letter from Feathers to Her Soulmate, Part 1

Printed Permission Granted by His Majesty Pluto

To My Soulmate,

Erinnerst du dich? Lively night birds–wild and free.

Erinnerst du dich? Der Potsdamer Platz bei Nacht.

Erinnerst du dich? Your brute cologne would melt me.

Erinnerst du dich? Sharing palace sweets of Brach.

Erinnerst du dich? Swaying, swinging, jazzing, kissing.

Erinnerst du dich? The floor–my heels–your shoes–clack!

Erinnerst du dich? Club “Erhard Bauschke” singing.

Erinnerst du dich? My last breath faded to black.

A Black Cat Moment

The simplified story showed southerners fought for economic preservation while northerners fought for economic expansion. Eventually, the curse of slavery enmeshed in the sins of those grey and blue ancestors would settle the score at its final resting place–Gettysburg. Their dead flesh received no eulogy, no casket, no white lilies, no heirlooms, and no formal burial rites. Theirs remained a smoked flesh exposure embraced by the elements as leftover limbs slowly sucked themselves back into the dust while during the entire time, their blood dried under the warm sun.

It was widely known that two-faced Lincoln himself was heard many a times hummin’ and a singin’ that Old Dixie anthem as those blue and grey ancestors were a loadin’ and a firin’ off them cannons. Silence was heard all around the ground for it was death’s reply to a descendant. Gettysburg’s daylight transfixed by desolate and distant tranquility reveals its ghost most terrifyingly during nightfall where thick trees, twisted roads, and stretched out pitch-black grass displays a very lovely, muted creepshow.

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Spying Soulmate,

No. That soul contract between you and Feathers will not and cannot be resurrected.

You see, the soul contract was originated from and by God, the One of the Heavens and of the Underworlds–the Creator.

Your lesson was to have been freed from the chains she found you in, to which you had confessed indirectly to her. Your action was to have taken a leap of faith towards her.

You failed at the mission. You made your choice; and yours was firm through and through. Remember, you made the choice early, as soon as meeting her within the dark walls called time. Feathers waited. You knew all along she was waiting.

In the meantime, I, Black Cat, hope you find what your soul’s been looking for, somewhere else.

A Black Cat’s Black Moment

Dear Pluto,

My old claws curled up. My pink lips blew bubbles. You knew I had seen too much of the sunlight’s piercing white gleam as I tried to reach to the top of that bright white ocean foam where Feathers lives. I wouldn’t have been able to continue breathing if your backward dark hand had not been around to push my body back down to the darkest waters of the oceans’ floors where I belong.

I could have drowned. You knew had I continued climbing upward, clawing away and cutting through the deep blue sea, I wouldn’t have made it. Feathers wouldn’t have received my message–her warning. But you made it just in time to save me and alert Feathers. When I felt your heavy entrance, I understood you’d bring new feats.

Feathers and I now see that God’s unfulfilled soul contract lives now with you. We no longer own it. You carry it through. It gladdens me to see today your icy rock waters running aft.

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Karmic Lover,

You’ve been silent lately. What’s the matter? Why are you hiding? Cat’s got your tongue? Huh? I can’t hear you. Don’t want to hear you. Don’t want to look at you. No. It’s not that. It’s your face I can’t forgive. Each time I’m forced to see your face, my soul continues to repel your mask.

Those faint crow’s feet pressing around the corners of your plastic blue eyes make me wonder. What have you been hiding all of your years? Your aged flesh assaults my sensitivities. You are browned meat to me–all dolled up on the outside, yet still cold pink in the middle. Those prolonged static crow’s lines wrinkling, shrinking your flesh, never did match your heart’s true intentions. You really thought you had my soulmate wrapped around your fading mask, didn’t you? You were just temporary sustenance to him. He knows now you’ve been all along that tramp with a trap.

I have enjoyed counting your crow’s feet. They called me, even cawed unevenly at me, and reported everything to me. You were never real. You have been just as loveless as my soulmate. That was the reason why you, as his karmic lover, came into his life–to teach him to release his old emptiness so that he would one day bare his renewed soul to me.

He can’t stand you any longer. He can’t stand your perfume; you smell stale. Feathers told me that he’s done wanting to be with you. You see, he has slowly opened his eyes and now sees the confusion you brought to his mind. You’re like Satan, a copycat who replicated God’s Kingdom only to control and make men serve to his brag and boast. That you did by watching and learning how Feathers speaks. You thought that by stealing her soul, you would then bring her being back to him and make him believe you were her. Don’t you hide from me, you whore!

All this time that has passed, all you were doing was to try to be, and even become, someone you’re not. He loves his soulmate, Feathers, and you hate that; it burns you inside, doesn’t it? You are not Feathers. You will never be Feathers. You haven’t been able to reach her height. You can’t. You won’t. Feathers stands atop of the white foam sea. I sit on the pitch-black bottom of the sea. And in between those two places, my soul and his soul, share a floating space.

A Black Cat Moment: An Urgent Letter to the Spying Soulmate Part I

You broke the soul contract. You know, the one you manifested a few years ago. You know, the one time you had asked the universe with a broken heart to bring to you your perfect partner. Feathers. Remember her? You manifested her. You let her go. Remember? All that spell work you did. All those love candles lit.

Feathers ran to you. She asked you for help. You ran away from her. It had been your conscious choice to have done so. You shattered her open heart. Then you wrapped a rusty metal chain around it as if…remember? You liked it, you know, hurting her. It gave you power. How you kept her waiting. She bled out your rejection. It took her several weeks to understand and then one year to accept you never intended to want to help her. No, that had not been your plan. She really needed help and she turned to you for it. But you had already decided to play the role of the mute.

You had free will. You made a conscious choice to deliberately reverse the very same request you had made to the universe. You manifested Feathers, but didn’t want to accept the universe’s gift to you. No. You had figured out it would be best to never speak to her, not even for the first time or any other time. She trusted you. That is why she took a leap of faith. I understand. You saw, and still see, the soul contract as a curse. It was nothing of the sort. It was your soul’s last blessing.

You may have never made up your mind about coming towards Feathers, but the universe has. Yes. The universe, you see, witnessed your response to Feathers as your rejection of your blessing. You kept revealing to the universe your thoughts. It heard: ‘She matters, but I matter more. I want her, but I don’t want her. She means the world to me, but I didn’t like the ways she would sometimes make me feel.’ And on, and on, you went…pacing back and forth in your empty kitchen. Nobody wants to make love to a calculator.

Why do you keep thinking about Feathers? Are you feeling remorse…regret? I can assure you there’s nothing more to think about. The universe no longer trusts your feelings, your thoughts, and especially, your words. Those prove important to you, right? Your words? Well, you lost. You couldn’t fulfill your part of the soul contract, and therefore, your legacy has been jeopardized. That’s right. You had not been commissioned to fulfill your legacy alone. You see, doing that alone was not part of the original soul contract. As well as choosing a karmic lover, rather than your soulmate, was not part of the original contract. You struggled to make up your mind. You couldn’t decide. Therefore, the universe chose for you…again. Thus, that cup of water you have denied your last soulmate to first drink out of remains greyed.

That’s all you wrote. Now it belongs to you.

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Spying Soulmate,

I know you hold a red right hand,

but what you will not understand

is I see now a ten of swords

where your magic wand wards off words.

You can’t an angel read, less cage.

All utterance you rearrange

puffs her soul out of each bell-jar page.

Dropping into her deep, dank grave

to suck out her angel’s soul’s grace

will not uproot Elisha’s new face–

for angels have no bones, no brace.

Just lean into her left-wing embrace.