Euphoria Versus Luciphoria

Today, I saw the Light.

I was eating some fish (the Jesus connection right here), and suddenly, through a half-pint glass chalice, a ray of sunlight burst through the clouds (it had been raining hard all morning) and the beer glowed bright yellow-gold, just like Zeus descending to Danae.

A dove, which was hovering outside one of the front doors (there are doves there, right Bill Smith...) was going in and out of the sunbeams and making them shimmer in the glass chalice.

Barramundi

I picked up the fork (well, I am involved in the Autism community, so, yeah fork; it's a thing, in Autism, literally is a meme there)...

...Anyway, I picked up my fork and cautiously probed at the crispy fried skin on the Barramundi fillet.

Now see, you guys will have little or even no experience with this. Because not only was it Barramundi, but it had Australian Native Bushland lemon myrtle herbs and spices on it.

Is Barramundi the best eating fish in the world? Well yes, probably it is. What's it like? It is a sea bass which is also a catadromous species (means the whole lot of them do this 'mass relocation' thing from fresh water rivers to the big ocean at a stage of their life cycle). It's a lot like Nile Perch, which is absolutely famous as one of the best-tasting fish species in the world.

But Barramundi is several levels up from that again.

Lemon myrtle is this subtle citrus-flavored, slightly floral spice when its leaves and flowers are dried.

So this big, thick, flaky, white fish is going into my mouth, one precious fork-portion at a time and all of a sudden my head is getting very light and my body is feeling very relaxed and I look up at the screen twenty feet away playing old black and white silent movies and I find myself laughing at some silly gag or other. 

There's wilted green leafy vegetables with quality olive oil, and some kind of cheese and mashed potato thing underneath and at the side of the big fillet of grilled Barramundi.

Do the monks who make this beer - or ale whatever it was - even know what kind of fish Jesus had on that beach there that time.

I'm literally going in my head: 'Hey Jesus, you'd better come back here now man. This fish is just too good. It needs to be shared with some divine being, not just scoffed by me!'

So anyway I know that next time Bill comes up to the city from where he's at, playing around with those people from that organization that does not exist, right... ...I will prolly have Bill with me, and of course, Jesus is invited too. And Mohammad if he wants to show his face.

Bill has a hardback copy of the charming 'Van Loon's Lives' and so, what we are talking about here well, he'll just have to go flip through the pages in that and look ahead to that precious moment when...

...when the Gates of Heaven open, with the dove fluttering its wings above the head of Fiammetta. 

This would be the flame-haired woman that Boccaccio wrote about, and that Dante Gabriel Rossetti (who happens to be English, as you know albeit from Italian parentage) painted as Mary Magdalene, but then, SMH I don't know about this guy - he didn't seem to know which woman was which: his 'Lady Lilith' looks exactly like his Magdalene...

Lilith though, admittedly, according to the Jewish mystical traditions, literally was red-haired and always 'inflamed' although I think in the case of their story this was sexually inflamed and also capable of inflaming. 

So I dunno, Jesus, are you still coming now?

Because I think the very next question to you is going to be, 'Hey where are the red-haired inflamed ones?'

Now. This is presuming our attention has been able to leave from the Barramundi long enough to remember other things.

Outside Florentine walls...

And that is going to be tricky.

Anyway, really, I should have had the Flanders Red Sour Cherry Ale with this Barramundi, and I will do that the next time. Why, was the Trappist beer less than perfect?

Nope. It was exactly totally perfect. But I want to try how the sour cherry ale goes with the fish.

'Eu-phoria' is a being who carries the feeling of perfect wellness to you. 'Lucifer' is a being who carries light to you. I really don't care who comes, and who carries what, and it's fine with me if they both show up and bring both their things, as long as the Tamil cook is still in the kitchen out back there (Martha-nandi), and is cooking the Barramundi and everything else that goes with it.

And frankly, it will be a test for 'Miss Flames' if she wants to turn up as well and try to wreck everything with her silliness.

As for Jesus well, He is going to have to not say anything - at all - and just eat the fish. 

If we see any Sanhedrin or Romans or whatever, well I will shut the front doors and they can all just * off.

If you want to be something in life, and I mean really amount to something, be the frikkin' goddamn Barramundi.

The thing about Jesus that you have to think about, is not that He made the fish 'just appear on the plate' but that He knew where they were running.

And I was thinking about the way the thing swam in the fresh water rivers, and then evaded the crocodiles that wait for them at the mouth at that flooding time of the year, and then traveled out into the big sea, to be caught by some fishermen and then brought back and scaled and filleted and then, cooked. 

And then, only then eaten, but at least it was eaten by someone who can appreciate these things I'll have to say!

This is the flow of life. So Heaven is where, then? Do you know?