As the Dali Lama, Fletcher Quill, Jason Aki, Jive Boy arrive with great fanfare, Sera Monastery one of the famous three great monasteries. Located at the foot of Tatipu Hill, built in 1419 by Sakya Yeshe. Sera is noted for its murals, debating monks and its Tantric teaching's. His High Holiness escorts his new friends into Coqen Hall a four story building where the statues of Maitreya and 16 Arhats dwell..

" Your Holiness this place feels as if ancient monks are still debating robes and hands flailing as the incense moves with the morning mist...."

" Yes newly minted Shaman, we are going to bathe our spirits and souls in the loving arms of ancient Dali Lama's, my original carnations. After the feasting you and I will spend time acquainting you with the secrets only myself, the Pope and perhaps Mr. Crowley understand."

The mood is broken with arrival of great arbiter Chaos who throws his bolts with deadly accuracy.....

" Excuse me your Holiness please follow me to your private quarters along with Mr. Quill. I'm afraid the airplane carrying your San Francisco friends has not been heard from and now is overdue the news from our contacts in China."

" Fletcher let us prey together for their safety, perhaps this is premature information."

" Your Holiness these young monks spend the bulk of their time debating one another?"

" This does appear strange to western eye's, here we enjoy chewing on problems with our peers instead of final solutions based on emotions my friend... Perhaps if all world leaders practiced vigorous debate this material world might seem less black and white?"

" Excuse your Holiness are those feathers on your vestments as antiquated as I imagine?"

" Your capacity for cerebral discipline moves me..."

His low Highness or his weirdness newly ordained international bad boy Shaman decides the young monks constant chanting, " Oh how do those Yaks spend their free time? Are they resting up for more endurance issues or are they thinking, : Mmm, is it almost my time to become entree Yak!".

" Excuse me young man can you please instruct your fellows to begin debating this very timely issue, " Do hot Blonds easily bond with other uber blondes ?" And one more little adjustment boys I brought along my Howlin Wolf London sessions CD and Clapton's new Cream regroup stuff dudes!"

Suddenly the eternal chill that has enveloped most serene Sera Monastery meets Chicago back street Buddy Guy. Young monks are highly enthused with the blond chant so Fletcher scribbles out twenty original new cool debates like, "How long will wild bill behave if Hillary recaptures the family ranch?" or " How many more Hollywood white males have to meltdown before America begins to recognize WMO White Male Overload?" or " Was it really a good idea to let all those Electronic voting machine guys working the late shift smoke funny cigereets?"

" Excuse me Mr. Quill his Holiness would like you to know two survivors have been found in the crash of the San Francisco jet your friends were on, Shelly Simon and Terry Kenndy's luck has held, we await more news."

" Shelly and Terry are so lucky, by the way your Holiness if anything ever happens to me please take me to your secret Sky Burial place where I can be consumed by the birds and animals I love"

" Yes, you now have a place in the secret sky burial place. Here Fletcher wrapped inside this ancient mandela exist several documents explaining secrets of the earth and the universe you will now understand."

" Thank you sir" Cell phone call from the Cowboy breaks the mood as incense and chanting monks keep the energy moving quite nicely, Fletcher feels very much at home in this surreal atmosphere. His loving cat Timba's spirit moves with his master as the Mongolian sun sets...

" Man, that was a real Texas style thumpin son! No question me and the Condo are mooe upset. Sooo have you spoken with his Holiness about a few test oil wells maybe up high where the gods are?"

" Sooo not going to happen sir! We are busy feasting and unraveling secrets before we get down to the International Kite Olympics. I just found your monthly update of all Secretary of Interior news and latest Marine Corps scuttlebutt. My boys have done a great job with a few bad apples mixed in of course."

" Listen Quill the hen house is still in a twist over these elections, how many voting machine boys I got to buy? Course you must have like my conciliatory demeanor on the tube hey Marine General?"

" You were born to talk sir, how is Slick Brainy these days? Did he blast anyone on that last bird shoot dealy?"

" Hush your mouth San Francisco Marine Sharpshooter, Slick sends his regards and will meet you at Raven's Haven during the holidays."

" Excuse me Fletcher we now have confirmation only Shelly and Terry survived..."

" Man, going to really miss those guys, here for a moment gone forever..."

" Sharon its me, please lower the castle flag to half mast until I return. Give Timba extra hugs and afew for yourself sweety. Back home in about a month. "

Stay tuned for next episode - Another death in the family? Feasting and more feasting...