ETA: WTF? Apparently I suck at dates lately. Enjoy your post a day early.
A short one this week, I’ve been pretty swamped and want to treat the end of ch 27 with the care it deserves. We open with yet another visit to Professor Langstrat’s point of view as she mentors Shawn and Sandy.
The quiet, restful excursions into other levels of consciousness were like opening a whole new door to a higher reality […] The metronome on the coffee table ticked, a slow, restful, steady rhythm, breathing in, breathing out, relax, relax, relax.
Honestly, I think that’s the worst part of this slanderous anti-Pagan worldview. Sandy isn’t hurting anyone. In fact, she feels calmer, more at peace with herself, better than she has in years. Evil doesn’t have to be active malice; it also includes passively trying to better yourself in the wrong way.
I mean, if that’s not enough to give someone a complex…
Sandy visualized herself opening the elevator door and stepping into a beautiful green meadow bordered by trees covered with pink and white blossoms. The air was warm, and a playful breeze wafted across the meadow like gentle caresses. […] Sandy could see the girl coming toward hr, a beautiful young lady with cascading blond hair, all dressed in shimmering white linen. Her face glowed with happiness.
Evil is beautiful. You can’t trust beauty, or peace, or happiness, or anything generally valued as good in our society; you can only trust the specific leaders of your specific denomination to tell you what to stay away from or you’ll be damned forever.
Except… what if they’re wrong too? Without any objective rubric, how can you trust any specific religion? I used to lay awake at night afraid that I was wrong, that Christianity was true and I was going to burn in hell forever… how does that not happen to the intended audience of this book?
Anyway, Sandy’s new friend Madeline is secretly a demon.
Meanwhile, the paper hasn’t come from the printer, which is a big enough deal that everyone has been calling to see where it is. I wouldn’t notice if my local paper wasn’t delivered. But this was written quite a few years ago, before the decline of newspapers, so maybe it’s a bigger deal back then.
Carmen’s made off with Marshall’s files, and poor Tom “the paste-up man” is totally lost as to why Bernice is in the hospital and nobody’s answering his calls. For all his frantic work while he’s the only man in the office in a crisis, this is the thanks he gets:
Tom’s mouth dropped open. “Bernice! Is she in the hospital? What happened?”
Marshall exploded, “Just do it, Tom!”
On the bright side, Marshall does apologize for this particular blowup. He then gives Tom the rest of the day off since there’s no point busting his ass over a paper that won’t be printed.
Eldon’s alive! He was out of town. He gets filled in.
Meanwhile, Bernice is at home, and has vomited, which is a bad sign when a head injury was sustained but they did release her so I guess she’s okay? She gets a call from Kevin and agrees to meet him and I’m just sitting here going “WTF, NO, so very no, you can’t even get off the couch…. WTF.”
Forcing yourself to do the impossible despite physical limitations: Good.
Taking time to rest and be good to yourself: Evil.
What a world to live in.