Please note: the beginning of this story on this page has been erased accidentally. I will endeavour
to rectify this when time allows.
Gill chose to find me and activate our duo playing terraces. The three sparse terraces we
played added up to 500+ each. But my leaping, restless soul left me physically drained... and my motivation to function was
low.
I really had no idea how to deal with this, even though I recognised the problem. I couldn't
isolate the actual reason for the inner confusion. I knew there was an unreasonable panic about Brian/Gill... and it somehow
being lost. But our duo plans ensured we wouldn't lose each other - for the foreseeable future. So what was the reason for
my panic?
We played the Cathedral terraces - opening, ironically, with the 'Tightrope' song "If
this ain't love". We moved on to my song "Don't ask me"
Our eyes, both before and during the performance of this song, had been open enough for soul
speech. Gill's 'mind guard' on her soul had been removed inadvertently, so our souls were free to communicate... and the telepathic
line was rampant. We were reading each other's thoughts time and again. So our performance of the song became a soul speech
of such freedom of expression (through the eyes) that the inner joy representing Brian/Gill (and its love) shone through
like a beacon.
I could see our souls laughing about the insecurities they had felt. If the souls had their
way then Brian/Gill would be a story that will last for years. A bond of such power!
My soul laughed... so did I.
Gill's soul laughed... so did Gill.
We wrestled with our laughter, aware we had the task of maintaining the song. It was impossible...
The song had to be stopped, as Gill and I burst into an hysteria of uncontrollable laughter.
The audience on the terrace were probably amused, charmed or confused by this outburst of
private humour mid way through a song.
But the glory of the image my soul had seen? How could I describe that to Gill? She had seen
it too. But when I tried an explanation? It eluded me in its complexity.
Gill's mind, taken off guard, stormed back to quell the soul rebellion,
"Yes, there is love! But let's keep things on the duo."
"Of course!" I answered, smiling.
What amused and lifted me had the effect of alarming Gill, because it does not fit her
determined philosophy worked out by her mind, her family and her fear.
It is not surprising that Brian can be unnerving to those who share love with him.
