OM Divination OM

OM Welcome to a short story written on weed and peyote.

Circle of Sage burns around Sage, the Mayan electric guitar virtuoso.
He sits enthroned on beach. Ten thousand shouts of "Sage" ring out from
crowd. He smokes ten bowls of salvia salvation and he's saved.

He picks up his electric guitar. Like the wall to hell, Sage fell to
play, the crowd fell to trance, Sage's fingers fell to dance like
lightning on electric guitar neck. Never did man, god or devil play as
fast as Sage. Genius of his improv fell like honey-dew rain on
mystified crowd. Ten bowls of salvia salvation was too much for man,
god and devil combined. His guitar sang a song too wildly divine for
description as his fingers fell free of time and turned to blurs of
incomprehensible speed. Sparks of electricity shot from his fingers as
he banged guitar and crowd to orgasm.

Song fell silent. Sage's dark Mayan face was entirely meditative as the
crowd broke into wild jubilation. His amused eyes fell on a twelve year
old boy at the front of the crowd. Sage's magic arms convulsively
pushed at the boy as he shot a lightning bolt at him, leaving a
skeleton in his place, with charred, smoking flesh hanging from
bones.

Cooly, Sage set to play guitar. He played an enchanting song fast, hard
and beautiful. He began dancing. Soon, his whole body convulsing so
quickly. He was being saved by salvia.

Sage burst into flames. The crowd gasped as they watched Sage burn. In
the process of spontanteous combustion, he gave shrieks that would make
your blood run cold. Soon he was a skeleton, black ash hanging to
bones. Still wore his guitar waist high. OM