Douglas Mercer
December 28 2024
The oracle has spoken
The perfect spell
Now it begins
Let it begin
It’s clean up time
In late 1969 Tony and Melinde Cox were living in Alborg, a small town in Jutland on the bleak and windswept Northern tip of Denmark, the home of an icy and glacial people. An old friend of theirs, Aage Nielsen, had got them teaching jobs in town at an experimental school called Norden Fjord World University. There had been bad blood between the Coxes and the Lennons ever since John had crashed a car with Kyoko in it and then had refused the Cox’s request for the girl’s medical reports, instead putting the bloodied and battered car up in front of their mausoleum like perfectly white mansion in the London Suburbs as a memento mori. To smooth things over the Lennons decided to travel to Denmark; it was December 27 1969 when John and Yoko stepped off a plane in Copenhagen only to find themselves in the scene of a horror movie. Tony and Melinde, it turns out, were living in a remote farmhouse miles from anywhere surrounded by vast stretches of empty space and vacant fields buried feet deep under snow drifts and raked incessantly by cold and freezing Arctic Winds coming in off of the North Sea. The pair were thus completely cut off from the outer world without so much as a phone. Before discussing Kyoko Tony Cox laid it on John that he and his wife had got into some heavy stuff that potentially could make an enormous difference in their lives, Melinde had become a member of psychic cult located near Harbinger Springs near San Francisco. The leader of the group was a brilliant man named Don Hamrick and he had written some amazing books. Hamrick was a key figure trying to establish contact between humans and extraterrestrials and had in fact already made contact with aliens in Norway. And now the leader wanted to put John in touch with the aliens also, as he believed that the most promising method of such contact was to have the aliens working with the Beatles, as nobody on earth had such a hold on people’s minds as John and Paul and they had a track record of changing people’s mode of being and consciousness. Melinde had been specifically charged with doing everything in her supernatural powers to foster this cosmic hookup. Cox proposed to take the Lennons on a retreat where they could clean themselves of the toxins that riddled their bodies and then from there they could proceed to heavier stuff like energy exchanging, mental telepathy and intergalactic communication. For three weeks the four were holed up in the Ayrie and John and Tony bonded tightly, with the women relegated to supporting roles. Lennnon then arranged for Hamrick to be brought in by plane to Alborg from Toronto where he was living under the alias Z Charneau. Lennon also ordered his flunkies to get the dirt on his Jewish Manager Allan Klein with an eye to sacking him. Knowing their boss's incessant manias and kicks two of the flunkies set out for Alborg worried that the Jewish Klein was out to bury them and they took that phrase quite literally. When they arrived at the White House Hotel at the end of the world they saw that a note was waiting for them on the door: Blue Love And Peace—Z. They also report that they began to hear horror music playing inside their heads. Finally the pair made their way to the farmhouse only to meet Z at the door, the man was an imposing 6’3” and his face was all white and he spoke with a faint German accent. The two could see that there was an unspecified menace about him, and determined that whatever else he was he was dealing from a different deck. Z began his spiel and heavy rap by telling everyone who was assembled that we were now in a very important period in the evolution of man. .He said that space people had become very interested in us now that we seemed poised to take the next leap in our destiny. Now that man had come to dominate the planet and had encircled the earth with his technology all that was now required was to make an equal and sudden leap in the next stage of consciousness. This would be a consciousness where man came to learn of his origins and his destiny and thus to become like its creator complete in his awakened self awareness. This next phase of consciousness could potentially make man immortal creators themselves. Z averred that the space people were very interested in John Lennon because of his known ability to communicate with earthlings on a very basic, primitive, and visceral manner. The believed that Lennon would be the perfect vehicle for communicating their message to mankind. Lennon for his part was primed to perform this role of cosmic avatar and had in fact already been transported to Norway where he had been taken up in a spaceship and briefed on his crucial role in the merging of the two worlds. Then Z took the flunkeys to a table where they saw a little scale model of a Buck Rodgers City which was mysteriously floating two feet over the table. Z ran his hand underneath the model and intimated that he had been given the formula for anti-gravity by the space people and was currently busy making a floating city which would hover over Brazil in the clouds. He told them they were looking at the model which illustrated his powers. It was later that night when the Lennon summoned a hairdresser to their lair and ordered her to cut their hair to the length of Mia Farrow’s hair, two fifths of an inch, but to leave it slightly frayed at the top so they looked like crazed cult members. Another factotum of Lennon then arrived at the hideaway and what he found shocked him, a crop haired and saucer eyed Lennon. An odd odor permeated the house and when he inhaled it he went virtually out of his body. Lennon began lecturing him on empty symbols like long hair and status, and whereas before everything with the singer had been peace and love now everything he spoke of was cosmic and cosmic consciousness and space. His new found galactic perspective on his upcoming music festival had changed diametrically; it was a lot different from the naive mere view of a purblind earthbound earthling. So unlike him John demanded that the Festival be free and as he sat in the farmhouse’s kitchen gloomily mulling over the prospect of a Free Festival he realized that John was maniacal about the Festival and he knew full well that when he was in one of his titanic rages no one crossed John Lennon. No one! And just then as if the space men were set to make things stranger and stranger who should walk in but the Jewish Manager Alan Klein who had promised to bury half the people in the house. The flunkies at Lennon’s behest had gathered dirt on Klein and everyone’s line on him was the same; that though he may profess artistic sympathies no one was ever going to get the best of Klein in a business deal—his whole game was to get in there and get the cash. Lennon for his part became more and more dictatorial about the Free Festival, an idea which Klein naturally considered sheer and utter lunacy. Indeed Lennon was now saying that the Festival should be run by Z and the people from Harbinger on behalf of the Space People. When Klein tried to disabuse Lennon of his flaming pie in the sky plans Lennon wheeled on the Jewish Manager, and to the utter and complete surprise of the strung out hippies gathered together, the soon to be erstwhile Beatles, cropped headed, a glaze look in his saucer eyes, told him what he had learned while circling the earth in the ship. Namely that Hitler had been correct—you have to control the people! To this end Cox called the people in Toronto and said that in order to give the Festival its proper cosmic orientation he would be running things from now on. Of course the whole bubble burst a few months later at house in the Haight when West Coast bands were pissed that Lennon had not invited them to play at the show. Brower had made the mistake of letting Sneiderman attend the gathering as Lennon’s Space Senators. And it was Hollahan, a gung ho freak who dressed like Oscar Wilde in purple velvet who really broke up the meeting. He said the plan was for the imminent hook up of ETs and humans would be effected by a Cosmic Craft that like a bubble bodied helicopter which had a huge inverted dish instead of a rotor and which would run on psychic energy—and the coup de grace was that John and Yoko would arrive on the scene in this engineless wonder. Fuck this! said Paul Kanter of the Airplane. Space people and space cars, if that is what Lennon wants then I am out. Fuck them!
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In his mad outburst to his Jewish Manager Lennon had been wrong; Hitler never controlled anyone; when you are the leader of one people no control is required, everyone being free to obey. You only have to control people when the population is not one community, not one people, but a weird amalgam of the races of the earth.
Lennon’s proposed world tour of 1981 was to be called One World, One People.
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