Effervescent Elephants
Ganesh Sessions

“There are days that seem closed, people are stone”

Where do these words come from? From a song?

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I have a beautiful blue jar full of sugared almonds and little candies.

It comes from an old village grocery store, the kind with windows like fairy tales and squeaky signs made of light wood. I visited it yesterday, or at least it feels like I did, but I'm not sure how since I didn't leave my house.

A strange sign at the entrance read “Here we sell “who knows where” within everyone's reach, no contraindications unless you desire one”. Impossible not to enter...

Indeed, I went in...

A girl somewhat resembling the Temperance from the tarot cards looked at me for a long time, a kind of X-ray done by an angel. “You need effervescent elephants,” she told me.

A nod towards the back of the shop and here comes the blue jar...

Handing it to me is a little old man with a magnificent toothless smile, resembling a wise character from a spaghetti western, one of those who explain to the hero how things really are.

The village elder, in short...

As I was about to leave, the girl added: “the candies are to stay where you enjoy, the sugared almonds are for traveling”...

“Ok”

“The effect of the candies is very intense, but it lasts like a soap bubble, the effect of the sugared almonds is slow-releasing and grows gradually”...

“Ok”

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Once home, I immediately opened the jar, a scent of honey and cellar wafted up like a small, shabby madeleine...

The candy wrapper had a tempting sentence: “I wish be a bee”, I'd like to be a bee....

After tasting, I found myself at a village fair...

Little flutes, accordions, and the like. Something naive, kind, and just a little out of its mind.

However, my eyes were no longer my eyes, or rather they were so much mine that they weren't anymore...

And for a moment I saw Syd Barrett smiling in the midst of a cheap folk orchestra.

All this happened in the afternoon.

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Now, however, it is night and it seems fitting, it seems appropriate to try the sugared almonds. The jar clarifies that they are of the “Ganesh sessions” type

I am inside the spaceship of myself. I am my own spaceship. And I should fly, I suppose, and I say suppose because, after all, I am just a guy in a room.

Besides, you know, the strangest journey is when you don't move.

But then what is it that's moving inside you? The soul left behind? Our ancient self returning? Damn, what a hippie ramble...

In the notebook, I note all the stations, the UFO club, the orient, the ethnic flavor...

Hit the off button, the music ends but it's as if it's still there.

The fact is, the room is no longer the same as before. There's a kind of good energy that I keep with me.

I fall asleep and have light dreams. The morning, in the morning, is a spring morning...

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“There are spaces that have no spaces, there are doors that lead elsewhere”

Where do these words come from? From a song?