Episode Six is similar to Episode Three, where singer Erik’s girl and future wife Ger is conversing with the bassist Keith’s wife Jarris by a swimming pool at the home of a movie producer; they are starring in a ‘zany’ comedy.
This particular episode however is more satirical—knowing how hypocritical Hollywood-type celebrities can be, claiming they care about endangered wildlife while wearing fur coats of endangered animals or wearing leather clothes of animals they claim to care about, I just can’t help pointing out this hypocrisy!
In Episode Six, Ger and Mo, the estranged wife of synthist Bry, get together within her room at a fancy palatial estate next to an Ashram of New Age cult leader Cole Blessing, whom had just ‘cured’ Ger of esophagus cancer. After the cure, Ger, who is brunette, Erik and their children moved to a fancy estate in ‘LA Hills.’ Note: Bry is also at the bash to try to win her back. The ‘bash’ in question is a gala to help fund Blessing’s New Age cult, the Church of the Circle of Unity founded by the evil Swami Negran, and his Ashram.
Ger arrived at Mo’s room right after Blessing left the room—to perform a satanic ritual in the basement cavern of the palace, which Blessing did not know drummer Tom and his lover Princess Tina had witnessed outside the cavern through a small door window. The Red Crystal of Corion used by the late Swami Negran was essential to the ritual. This gala and ritual event takes place in late May, 2000. From Chapter Eight of the original The Prophesied Band:
Blessing was not there when the brunette knocked on her door. Mo let her in and brought her into her oxygen tank for girl talk.
“So how long you and Erik in California for?”
Though she didn’t need to, Ger took a deep breath. “Ooooooh! I love the feel of this cool air.” Looked at Mo. “They say it makes you years younger.”
“It does. Cole says the air in here is four times the atmospheric pressure of that outside, and matches the atmosphere of the time before the Biblical flood. Back then people lived to be nearly a thousand and had the strength of ten men today. Why? The oxygen level was twice as rich as today.”
Cole told us to get an oxygen tank of we wanted to keep up with my food therapy. You know, macrobiotic foods? So we now have one at South Hold. We also have one in our home on Sierra Vista Drive.”
“In LA Hills? Yeh, my place is about a half-a-mile from there. How long you gonna be there?”
“Erik’s in Hollywood to audition some guitarists and bass players for his new band. He wants classically trained musicians who do a rock style.”
“Yeh. He’s been hung up on Rigoletto all his life, eh?” Another deep breath. “Plus about a dozen personal appearances—which he hates, but as an XMedia poster-boy, that’s the breaks—and he’s backing a movie….Since he’s backing that movie, he has to meet with the producers.” Another deep breath. “Me? You maybe heard I’m gonna be starring in a naughty little suspense movie…”
(A bit later after discussing the movie, getting sun tans and tanning booths)
Mo turned somber. “I just wish all you girlfriends were here with me, tanning or not. I love what I do–”
“Yeh, girl,” Ger said with a twinkle in her eyes. “You quite the mega-success story. Everyone I know in the Hills raves about your body boutique. So I went there a few days ago to get a facial, eh? Your receptionist really set me up quickly.” Laughed. “I mean I just couldn’t believe the way she fell all over me as soon as I walked in.”
“Yeh, girlfriend, she’s a big fan of yours.”
“No shit. So I took her out to lunch.” Light laugh. “And found out she’s a super fan of yours. She loves what you are doing. Your being.” Snicker. “A bit of an ecology nut though, eh? I didn’t have the heart to tell her the only nature I get into is the kind I wear on my body on a chilly evening.” A sneer of vanity. “The warm, furry kind.”
“Yeh, babe, the fruits of Mother Nature. That’s the line I give that chic whenever I walk into the salon wearing one of my warm, furry friends. She really blew up at me one day in December when I walked in with a snow-leopard coat about my sweet bod. Totally endangered, eh? Thing cost me two million. But hey, babe, I needed something new to wear to the President’s benefit ball for the Nature Preservation Society. None o’ those eco-freaks got on me about it. I mean, you should see what the First Lady has. An Adabustani tiger-skin jacket. God! There’s only about fifty of ‘em left!”
“God! I’d kill for one of those! But I guess I’ll have to settle for albino chinchillas.”
The good news is that both Ger and Mo ‘redeem themselves’ in a manner of speaking roughly a year later, and begin losing that celebrity hypocrisy in the meantime, little by little. Find out how and why by purchasing The Prodigal Band Trilogy three-books-in-one at links posted here.
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