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I am looking for that she Monkey with a Blue Feather.

This one monkey has an emerald gem encrusted between her brows. They say she lives by the stream where time begins.

My friends who know of her, but never have sat with her, or even danced with her; say that she likes French toast, red wine, and humans who speak in Ancient tongues like the purple dialect of the Mayans.

Now the reason that I am looking for her is that she has taken 3 of my cats near dawn. She grabbed them and jumped into a nearby pond where the Koi live and she has never come up from the shimmering waters.

I have jumped into the pond myself and touched bottom. Only pebbles, algae, and red clay lie at the bottom, although, the other day, I found an amulet. It was a humming bird made out gold with some inscription probably in Sanskrit across its chest.
My friend Sherri can not decipher it yet. 

Sometimes, I sit in a Cafe reading Sufi poetry and get a video message from the She monkey on my cell. I know it is her because she congratulates me on my recent trips and the luminous skins I have shed. The video is just her hairy monkey palm where all the Holy names of my wounds are written. I watch them dissolve one by one. Then I hear these wild, laughing like howls as the screen fades to Black. I assume she is offering congratulations but monkeys are strange and this one some say is the strangest of the strange.

Besides, the monkey has my 3 cats, all females, by the way.

I have gone to Buddhist Temples, Ayahuasca ceremonies, Hindu temples, Christian churches, Native American lodges, Personal transformation workshops, talked to ex-girlfriends and new ones too about this. I have studied thoroughly Western Ontology from Heraclitus to Deleuze. I have talked to taxi cab drivers in town just in case a missing feline has been reported lately. They all in one way or another tell me the same thing:

Find the translucent orb with Blue Feathers sprouting .

Friends, let me know if you see that she monkey with an emerald gem encrusted on her forehead. She often comes to you while you sleep. They say she lives by the stream where time begins.

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