On the following day, Sunday 8, the day of Jim Morrison’s birth as well as the day John Lennon was shot down in cold blood on a New York City sidewalk, Toby Jay finally decided to take a rare but much needed break from his Gold Fibre notebooks, so he recorded nothing.
On the following day, Monday 9, Toby Jay continued to study the Lord of the Planets chapter in Michelle Gross’s University of Oklahoma astronomy textbook and in the process uncovered a whole new plethora of cosmic connections. For instance, he discovered that the planet Jupiter was the fastest planet in the solar system and that the Jovian sphere consisted of three distinct regions, a rocky core, an intermediate layer of metallic hydrogen and an outer region of molecular hydrogen. So once more, much like the correspondence between the chemical composition of the Sun and Jupiter, this too amounted to an ancient synchronicity of sorts, since the latter had been associated with the numeral 3, long before the birth of NASA technology. Furthermore, there was the passage, ‘In the 1950’s, astronomers began discovering radio emissions from Jupiter…and that from the intensity of its synchrotron radiation, it was soon apparent that Jupiter’s magnetic field must be very strong—many times stronger than Earth’s.’
“Synchrotronic radiowaves!” Toby Jay shouted in shock. Since in his mind, this effectively explained the radioactive nature of his Gold Connections mission. “So now all the crazy SPI and KRXO connections make a lot more sense,” he suddenly realized. In addition, he learned that, “the Voyager mission relayed a startling discovery: the plasma surrounding Jupiter has an astounding temperature of 300 million kelvin, making the Jovian plasma the hottest place in the solar system!”
Of course, the exclamation said it all.
“Whoa,” Toby Jay marveled, “I had no idea Jupiter was fourteen times hotter than the Sun,” while knowing that for thousands of years before this Voyager mission, ancient scholars had already characterized the Jovian sphere in terms of the spirited element of fire. “So,” Toby Jay further figured, “when Principia said the Sun could teach the guys at Porsche a thing or two, what she really meant to say was that Zeus could teach the guys at Porsche a thing or two.”
Then, DJ Audrina PX returned to the airwaves and announced that she was Getting Off at 5 with The Doors to commemorate what would have been Jim Morrison’s 53rd birthday yesterday and then aired “Light My Fire”. As a result, the intense dynamics soon reminded Toby Jay of a rather bizarre news story he had encountered yesterday, but failed to document due to his decision to take a much needed break from his majical diary. The story began with an ABC World News Now correspondent announcing that the voyage of spaceship Columbia had been delayed due to a malfunctioning door. Then coverage cut to footage inside the troubled NASA control room where all the astro scientists were manning their computer panels as The Doors’ “Break On Through” was blaasting from the space station sound system.
Naturally, at the time Toby Jay could barely believe his senses, asking himself, “what’s the deal with the guys at NASA blaasting ‘Break On Through’,” and wondering, “what are the probabilities that spaceship Columbia would experience technical door difficulties on Jim’s birthday?” until suddenly he flashed back to the day he removed Principia’s old metal guttering, back that is to when he informed her that Jim Morrison was going to play a pivotal role in understanding the Great Generator’s epic, and how she, without hesitation, told him that Oaklahoma State University had actually commissioned a real honest-to-Pete shaman to exorcise a suicidal ghost out of the Edmon Low Library. Thus making it abundantly clear that Principia too knew the Lizard King was essentially a shaman at heart.
. . .
Later that evening, as he was standing before the fairy tale Christmas tree, looking out across Blackley Street, listening to “The Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)” by way of the classic Oak station, Toby Jay’s curiosity was struck when he noticed that Principia’s front torch light was burning bright. “But it’s not even dark out yet,” he thought, knowing that this had to be a significant sign since Principia very rarely, if ever, burned her front torch light during daylight hours.
“Well, I guess it’s her way of celebrating the X-Mass holidays,” Toby Jay cynically reckoned. However, shortly thereafter, he saw a snow-white mini-van pull into Principia’s drive. Before long, out stepped a tall thin man with a long white beard, wearing a black Harley-Davidson T-shirt, looking like some sort of Hell’s Angels hippie wizard.
“Interesting, very interesting,” Toby Jay thought suspiciously as he watched the Hell’s Angels hippie wizard forcefully pound on Principia’s front dungeon door.
So eventually, out of sheer curiosity, Toby Jay crossed Blackley Street to see what exactly the hippie wizard was up to.
“Her brother Walter asked me to checkup on her. He’s afraid that she’s passed away inside the house,” said the hippie wizard in a mild, almost disarming tone of voice.
“Well, I know she’s still alive, cuz I just saw her light on a coupla minutes ago,” remarked Toby Jay, who then, having noticed the light had since been turned off, asked, “was the light on when you drove up?”
“No, I didn’t see any light on,” said the hippie wizard.
“Huh, that’s strange, cuz I’m certain I saw her light on right before you pulled up.”
“Well, Jane’s a pretty strange lady,” the hippie wizard replied. “Ya know her mother died inside this house almost twenty years ago to the day, and she didn’t report it until weeks later.” “You mean she was living with her dead mother?”
“Well, that’s what I heard.”
“Now that’s downright creepy.”
“I know,” said hippie wizard with a furtive grin.
Right then, two Stillwater patrol cars rounded the top of Blackley Street and pulled into Principia’s drive.
“Is she still not answering her door?” asked the head officer.
“Well, I’ve knocked several times on both doors, but I haven’t gotten any response,” said the hippie wizard calmly.
“But I know she’s still alive,” Toby Jay quickly butted in, “cuz I just saw her light on a few minutes ago.”
“OK then, let’s check it out,” the head officer said to his subordinates.
“M’am, this is the Stillwater police, please open up!” the head officer shouted. He then began to pound on Principia’s front dungeon door, but still to no avail. So next, he marched over to the southside of the dungeon and started to pound on the Mickey Mouse door, but still there was no answer.
Hence it was then that the hippie wizard suggested that they should contact Principia’s sister Carolyn in Arizona for permission to break down one of the doors.
“Yeah, why don’t you do that,” the head officer agreed.
In turn, then, the hippie wizard hopped inside his snow-white mini-van and reached for his cellular telephone and placed the call.
Soon, permission was granted.
“OK then, let’s break it down,” said the head officer with obvious trepidation in his eyes, as if he sensed something unthinkably hideous was lurking on the other side of the door.
Of course the whole time Toby Jay could hardly believe what was going on. “They’re actually gonna break down the Mickey Mouse door…They’re actually gonna break down the Mickey Mouse door,” he kept repeating to himself as though he were in some sort of warped Mantra trance.
Sure enough, they did. And standing just inside the doorway was Principia herself.
Although initially Toby Jay was unable to see Principia from his vantage point, he could hear her loud and clear; she sounded like pure hell, like Regan in the original The Exorcist. Even the officers were notably horrified as she stepped into plain view with her hair matted to her head and her face looking like the same shrunken Samhain space-alien pumpkin he had seen sitting on the Crystal Couple’s front porch weeks ago. “Bloody hell,” Toby Jay noted in a state of mezmerized fright, “the demons have actually morphed her face,” while listening to Principia tell the Stillwater police that she was feeling perfectly fine and that this could be confirmed by the fact that she taught Sunday school at the Church of Christian Science as recently as yesterday, and that whatever her brother Walter might have said should be taken with a grain of salt since he had been shipped in and out of numerous mental institutions across America.
On the following day, Sunday 8, the day of Jim Morrison’s birth as well as the day John Lennon was shot down in cold blood on a New York City sidewalk, Toby Jay finally decided to take a rare but much needed break from his Gold Fibre notebooks, so he recorded nothing.
On the following day, Monday 9, Toby Jay continued to study the Lord of the Planets chapter in Michelle Gross’s University of Oklahoma astronomy textbook and in the process uncovered a whole new plethora of cosmic connections. For instance, he discovered that the planet Jupiter was the fastest planet in the solar system and that the Jovian sphere consisted of three distinct regions, a rocky core, an intermediate layer of metallic hydrogen and an outer region of molecular hydrogen. So once more, much like the correspondence between the chemical composition of the Sun and Jupiter, this too amounted to an ancient synchronicity of sorts, since the latter had been associated with the numeral 3, long before the birth of NASA technology. Furthermore, there was the passage, ‘In the 1950’s, astronomers began discovering radio emissions from Jupiter…and that from the intensity of its synchrotron radiation, it was soon apparent that Jupiter’s magnetic field must be very strong—many times stronger than Earth’s.’
“Synchrotronic radiowaves!” Toby Jay shouted in shock. Since in his mind, this effectively explained the radioactive nature of his Gold Connections mission. “So now all the crazy SPI and KRXO connections make a lot more sense,” he suddenly realized. In addition, he learned that, “the Voyager mission relayed a startling discovery: the plasma surrounding Jupiter has an astounding temperature of 300 million kelvin, making the Jovian plasma the hottest place in the solar system!”
Of course, the exclamation said it all.
“Whoa,” Toby Jay marveled, “I had no idea Jupiter was fourteen times hotter than the Sun,” while knowing that for thousands of years before this Voyager mission, ancient scholars had already characterized the Jovian sphere in terms of the spirited element of fire. “So,” Toby Jay further figured, “when Principia said the Sun could teach the guys at Porsche a thing or two, what she really meant to say was that Zeus could teach the guys at Porsche a thing or two.”
Then, DJ Audrina PX returned to the airwaves and announced that she was Getting Off at 5 with The Doors to commemorate what would have been Jim Morrison’s 53rd birthday yesterday and then aired “Light My Fire”. As a result, the intense dynamics soon reminded Toby Jay of a rather bizarre news story he had encountered yesterday, but failed to document due to his decision to take a much needed break from his majical diary. The story began with an ABC World News Now correspondent announcing that the voyage of spaceship Columbia had been delayed due to a malfunctioning door. Then coverage cut to footage inside the troubled NASA control room where all the astro scientists were manning their computer panels as The Doors’ “Break On Through” was blaasting from the space station sound system.
Naturally, at the time Toby Jay could barely believe his senses, asking himself, “what’s the deal with the guys at NASA blaasting ‘Break On Through’,” and wondering, “what are the probabilities that spaceship Columbia would experience technical door difficulties on Jim’s birthday?” until suddenly he flashed back to the day he removed Principia’s old metal guttering, back that is to when he informed her that Jim Morrison was going to play a pivotal role in understanding the Great Generator’s epic, and how she, without hesitation, told him that Oaklahoma State University had actually commissioned a real honest-to-Pete shaman to exorcise a suicidal ghost out of the Edmon Low Library. Thus making it abundantly clear that Principia too knew the Lizard King was essentially a shaman at heart.
. . .
Later that evening, as he was standing before the fairy tale Christmas tree, looking out across Blackley Street, listening to “The Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)” by way of the classic Oak station, Toby Jay’s curiosity was struck when he noticed that Principia’s front torch light was burning bright. “But it’s not even dark out yet,” he thought, knowing that this had to be a significant sign since Principia very rarely, if ever, burned her front torch light during daylight hours.
“Well, I guess it’s her way of celebrating the X-Mass holidays,” Toby Jay cynically reckoned. However, shortly thereafter, he saw a snow-white mini-van pull into Principia’s drive. Before long, out stepped a tall thin man with a long white beard, wearing a black Harley-Davidson T-shirt, looking like some sort of Hell’s Angels hippie wizard.
“Interesting, very interesting,” Toby Jay thought suspiciously as he watched the Hell’s Angels hippie wizard forcefully pound on Principia’s front dungeon door.
So eventually, out of sheer curiosity, Toby Jay crossed Blackley Street to see what exactly the hippie wizard was up to.
“Her brother Walter asked me to checkup on her. He’s afraid that she’s passed away inside the house,” said the hippie wizard in a mild, almost disarming tone of voice.
“Well, I know she’s still alive, cuz I just saw her light on a coupla minutes ago,” remarked Toby Jay, who then, having noticed the light had since been turned off, asked, “was the light on when you drove up?”
“No, I didn’t see any light on,” said the hippie wizard.
“Huh, that’s strange, cuz I’m certain I saw her light on right before you pulled up.”
“Well, Jane’s a pretty strange lady,” the hippie wizard replied. “Ya know her mother died inside this house almost twenty years ago to the day, and she didn’t report it until weeks later.” “You mean she was living with her dead mother?”
“Well, that’s what I heard.”
“Now that’s downright creepy.”
“I know,” said hippie wizard with a furtive grin.
Right then, two Stillwater patrol cars rounded the top of Blackley Street and pulled into Principia’s drive.
“Is she still not answering her door?” asked the head officer.
“Well, I’ve knocked several times on both doors, but I haven’t gotten any response,” said the hippie wizard calmly.
“But I know she’s still alive,” Toby Jay quickly butted in, “cuz I just saw her light on a few minutes ago.”
“OK then, let’s check it out,” the head officer said to his subordinates.
“M’am, this is the Stillwater police, please open up!” the head officer shouted. He then began to pound on Principia’s front dungeon door, but still to no avail. So next, he marched over to the southside of the dungeon and started to pound on the Mickey Mouse door, but still there was no answer.
Hence it was then that the hippie wizard suggested that they should contact Principia’s sister Carolyn in Arizona for permission to break down one of the doors.
“Yeah, why don’t you do that,” the head officer agreed.
In turn, then, the hippie wizard hopped inside his snow-white mini-van and reached for his cellular telephone and placed the call.
Soon, permission was granted.
“OK then, let’s break it down,” said the head officer with obvious trepidation in his eyes, as if he sensed something unthinkably hideous was lurking on the other side of the door.
Of course the whole time Toby Jay could hardly believe what was going on. “They’re actually gonna break down the Mickey Mouse door…They’re actually gonna break down the Mickey Mouse door,” he kept repeating to himself as though he were in some sort of warped Mantra trance.
Sure enough, they did. And standing just inside the doorway was Principia herself.
Although initially Toby Jay was unable to see Principia from his vantage point, he could hear her loud and clear; she sounded like pure hell, like Regan in the original The Exorcist. Even the officers were notably horrified as she stepped into plain view with her hair matted to her head and her face looking like the same shrunken Samhain space-alien pumpkin he had seen sitting on the Crystal Couple’s front porch weeks ago. “Bloody hell,” Toby Jay noted in a state of mezmerized fright, “the demons have actually morphed her face,” while listening to Principia tell the Stillwater police that she was feeling perfectly fine and that this could be confirmed by the fact that she taught Sunday school at the Church of Christian Science as recently as yesterday, and that whatever her brother Walter might have said should be taken with a grain of salt since he had been shipped in and out of numerous mental institutions across America.