Beyond Isness

. He breathed in the chanting of his name by the enraged audience. Ambulance attendants burst backstage, hastily loading the body onto a stretcher. He raced with the ambulance through red lights, whizzed to the emergency ward and watched the body frantically jump-started.
‘What do we have here?’ A doctor burst in.
‘Another rapstar OD’ing.’,’ replied the nurse,
‘The Rapstar of the Century!’ added Steve, floating above his body. But nobody heard him.
‘He doesn't look like a rapstar,’ the doctor winced at the patient’s geeky costume made of recycled plastic bags. ‘Looks more like something a baglady’s cat would drag in.’
‘We’ve lost him,’ sniffled the nurse as she removed her mask and turned off the EEG.
‘Farewell, sweet nurse,’ the rapstar's spirit kissed a tear on her cheek and slowly drifted through the ceiling, through the hospital roof, and into the beyond . . .

And that's how the story screeches off. Spiced by odysseys in Bali, the Inner World, the Pleiades, and the Chinese takeaway in Percy Street, this eclectic smorgasborg is all chucked in the wok and stir-fried with a pinch of sex, a dash of humour, and a liberal sprinkling of spirituality.

Beyond Isness is Conversations With God – if channeled through Tom Robbins. A profound but wacky perspective that demystifies our dark side. This whimsical portrait of the spiritual scene desperately aims to lighten them up a wee bit.