My story East West is copyright Bloody Mulberry 17.02.12
East West
I was standing on a remote
atoll, an artificial atoll in the Pacific, secretly constructed as a
test facility for Americans and French to monitor the Bikini Atoll
nuclear blast tests and share data, and later to carry on classified
experiments using drugs on soldiers and subversives to measure how
much the human brain could be moulded to another man's will.
Moulded to another man's
will and short circuiting, bypassing all the restrictions of ethics
and morality that normally protect us from carrying out evil acts
against our wills.
Apparently, a man had
murdered his own brother and his family deeply under the influence of
industrial doses of sedative with STP 43-X – a hallucinogen –
thrown in. He had cut open his throat and stuck his tongue directly
into his larynx and blown sounds from hell while a CIA agent stood
there pointing and laughing and his children lay there desperately
attempting the blood screeching out of their precisely slashed wrists
an oozing in zig zags on a linoleum floor.
This was all a long time ago
in 1959. How I knew this I had sworn to secrecy. How I had found this
place was through a CIA agent operative's son who had found out when
his father had made a deathbed conversion and chanted out his
multitude of sins but was so delirious no-one believed him.
So here I was on this
unattractive blue sea washed block of concrete crudely modelled into
lagoons and bays and a river mouth where water had once flowed to the
sea but was now chocked with driftwood and huge dams of rock salt
that had crystallised in the sun like sinning humans with evil eyes.
My own experiment was drug
assisted, but only a bottle of vodka. Which I had only drunk a small
amount of and was using the bottle to light a fire with the suns rays
as evening was coming in and things were getting a trifle chilly.
I was stood astride the
International Date line, looking intently at my watch. I had painted
the exact line in blue paint on the false rock. As my watch hit 6pm,
I jumped into the East. Then back into the west. East then West. To
Day and Tomorrow, Yesterday and Today. Over and again
Over and again. East West.
Today Yesterday. Tomorrow Today.
My watch began to slow.
I jumped faster hopping and
a skipping across the dateline as an albatross soared by and thought
I was insane as it seeked certain death at the hands of longline
trawlers.
East West. Yesterday. Today.
And today. And today. And today. TodayTodayToday.
My watch had stopped, and
the albatross in the sky was stilled against stilled clouds and a
frozen sea.
I had stopped time.
Copyright Bloody Mulberry
17.02.12
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