Roger Zee Memoirs
The Prophet 07/23/20
The great spirit granted me the gift of seeing the future many years ago. But like most prophets, I consider it a curse rather than a kindness. As in ancient Greece, today's populace reviles the truth even though they seek it and us out in times of great need. But recently, as we approach darker times, I've morphed into a shaman. Hopefully, that makes me a little more lovable, LOL! Welcome to the latest excerpt from my memoirs, "Life and Times of a Pandemic Musician."
My spirit animal, "The Crow," flies down and lands in front of me from time to time and I dread when it happens. For s/he only brings news of death or dissolution of a treasured relationship. Today as I took my morning stroll through Turnure Park in White Plains, NY, I came across a large black crow feather in my path. Shear horror rumbled through my body. Who just passed, disappeared, or would do so in the immediate future? But then again, I've only dealt before with a living crow communicating with me. What significance derives from a single black feather?
So much to disturb me on yet another overwhelmingly steamy, viscous, Covid-19 lockdown day. So I called up my ex-wife, Gwendolyn B Armstrong, to get her reaction only to succeed in upsetting her because she thought I worried about her imminent departure... I assured her that's not the case. So I stuck the feather along side my African Milk Tree Cactus and after a nightmarish nap, got up and learned the bass lines to the exquisite "Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac" CD and "The Green Manalishi (with the Two Pronged Crown.)" One <3
Postscript: a few days after I wrote this, Peter Green passed away... :(
YouTube - The Green Manalishi - Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac
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