Some times I felt like an adult version of "Holden Caufield", out of "Catcher in the Rye". I mean, the world around me was always just wacky enough so that I could never fit in. For example, my neighbor, Mrs. Peele, in the apartment directly across from mine, was an old lady of indeterminate oldness. She reminded me, a lot, of a trapdoor spider, in the way she would wait for me to come home from work. I could feel her intensity heightening as I approached. Tiny well focused eyes trained upon me, calculating range and angle of attack.
MRS. PEELE
"Hello Curtis." She whispered hoarsely, grasping my hand.
"Jesus!" I screamed. This always scared the crap out of me! Even though she did this on a daily basis, I never could seem to remember until it was too late. I thought maybe it was a spider thing, you know, kind of like "Lamont Cranston" from the radio series "The shadow", who could seem invisible by numbing men's minds. A hairy multi-legged, multi-eyed Lamont Cranston, who could numb my mind at will. A Lamont Cranston who was actually a giant spider pretending to be Mrs. Peele!
"Hello Mrs. Peele." I said numbly, still in shock.
"Hello Curtis." She said again, a bit too kindly, as she took my hand and gently began to rub the back of it on her cheek. I knew she was harmless and love starved, but still, it was a bit of a pain in the ass. You know, the kind of pain that is never severe enough to actually complain to the manager. I mean, what would I say?
"Mrs. Peele is attacking me again, and I think she bit me this time, see these two little holes in the back of my hand."
And so, I found myself holding her, everyday, for about fifteen minutes, there in the hall with various neighbors arriving home from work. They always averted their eyes, afraid to see what might be going on.
REALLY HORNEY!
It was several weeks before Kronos summoned me, and I found myself, once again, in the crimson universe.
"Kronos." I complained. "Do we have to meet here? I mean this place makes me unbelievably horny!"
Kronos smiled. "That is because this is the realm of male sexuality. Each universe has a different vibration, which effects us in a certain predictable way. A little later on, we will examine each of these effects in detail, but right now, we need to continue learning the basic pattern of the universal matrix."
He pondered for a moment. "As a teacher, it is important to never mention a new subject unless you are prepared to explain it in detail. Our exchange, just now, doesn't violate that rule, in that you asked a question that had to be addressed."
"Now, let's see, where were we?" Kronos asked, seemingly trying to remember.
"We were going to take a quiz." I blurted, unable to retract the words.
"Ah yes, a quiz. I had completely forgotten." He teased.
I knew by now that Kronos had no human failings, like lapses in memory, although he did seem to love teasing me. He was childish that way.
"Well, fine." I mumbled, feeling my mind going suddenly blank. Plus, the red universe produced an overwhelming feeling of sexuality within me, making it almost impossible to concentrate.
I had a growing fear that I might, inadvertently, start humping Kronos' leg!
"Now, he said, tell me all you can remember about our last encounter."
"Well, yes." I coughed. "Harrumph....I thought singing might assuage my randy feelings. saw it was a red day, didn't need my A.K., jumped up on the E-bay....." I sang, with a lot of body language, doing my best rapper imitation. This seemed to amuse Kronos.
"Hmmmmm, as I seem to recall, we had just finished experiencing the sub-components of the infrared universe." I said, stalling, knowing that he would want more, much more.
Kronos looked at me quizzically, but didn't speak.
"Golly gee, let's think." I said, deciding to take the bull by the horns.
"Well, we were talking about energy - er, black matter, and its chain reaction after its initial cyclic involvement with vibration." I paused to catch my breath, thanking the powers that be for allowing me access to my mind.
"That's good." Kronos said encouragingly. "Go on."
I was wondering if Mrs. Peele would still want me to hug her if she knew where I was right now. Ugh! I thought, I bet even Mrs. Peele would look like "Cindy Crawford" to me under the relentless influence of this mercilessly naughty red universe.
"Well, yes." I continued. "The first reaction was the creation of three primary colors or universes, the first of which is infrared, next was indigo, no, yellow, and then indigo."
I thought for a moment, Mrs. Peele, where are you when I need you? "Infrared is broken down into its three sub-components, brown, burgundy, and orange. Each wavelength manifesting as a separate and unique universe. This, in turn, forms a sort of vibrational stair step, up the spectral ladder.