I dated the BODHI TREE for awhile. Instead of a coffee shop. I slept on a plank of benches between bathroom breaks. There was free teas and pretend. What would it be like to be really new age? I read up on all the cults I might join. I had a friend whose girlfriend had just left him, to move in with god. BUT, in terms of purchases there was only incense that I ever bought. No books or tea or jewelry, until I the stumbled on Flower Essences. You might remember BACH. The literature said to treat the emotional body. I needed all of them according to the chart.
When I went to read the ingredients it was just water and alcohol. Not even one drop of actual flower material. What a rip off. I knew this couldn’t be right so I asked a man with a turban who worked there. I asked if they had a book. To make my own? And from what I could glean it was backwash vase water they were selling. I wanted all 38 of the essences AND all the incense I had not purchased. I made the conscious decision to steal them. To become a thief and specialize in new age shoplifting. My shrink had said dismissively once, that the way to heal an obsession was to do it until you are done doing it. He said it about ice cream.
Years later in Topanga Canyon eating vegan I found myself unfocused and distracted by incense. There was a little shop adjacent to the restaurant that was burning it. I wrote a check and after that I had a regular Friday night midnight date with this stick of incense and Joe Frank. It was airy and harmonic transcending it’s parts. It wasn’t Palo Santo I’m telling you.. I should have paid more attention. Because after applauding myself for making it to the top of Topanga to re-up (that’s drug lingo), it was gone. I couldn’t tell you the notes or the name of it. Something with planets maybe? Nine planets? Did it have the lightest touch of amber? I tried calling. Speaking to the manager. How about the person who does the ordering? It wasn’t floral or was it?