she had a mouth like a truck driver....

 this was FACT.....
NOT OPINION...:}
and yet,
 her verbiage,
 her ability to create a vignette.....
from words alone....
was impeccable.....

nonetheless....
she could simply NOT
 pull back those 'punches'......
in the way that the others seemed to....
for 'fear' and 'hesitation' were most certainly not
part of her genetic code.....

'sugar coated 'niceties''
were foreign objects to her.....

and she had paid the price,
 INDEED
for most of her life....
 for these
 'indiscretions of speech'........
of 'decorum'.....
for these BREACHES IN ETIQUETTE...


and somehow,
inadvertantly...

she had SEVERELY 'MISLED' the crowd....
**
(important to note here that
the crowd were a  'simple people'...
their vision, poor things, was limited.....
they could NOT see through the extraneous 'silliness').....
TRY AS THEY WOULD....

hence.....
it 'appeared' as though
 she was NOT,
 perhaps,
 'WORTHY' or 'MERITOUS' of the gold.....
( of the 'alchemized' gold)......

the very gold that SHE, herself, HAD ALCHEMIZED !!

but in point of fact,
there was NOONE MORE WORTHY .....
and so.....

 as the marionettes began to 'fiddle' that old song...
her 'MASTER TEACHERS' appeared....
and began to suck and vacuum
 ANYTHING and EVERYTHING of 'lower' calibration.......
 DIRECTLY 'OUT' of her energetic field.....
(approximately TEN MILES in all directions).....

UP AND DOWN THE 'VERTICAL CHANNEL', to be precise.......

and her face became 'ANGELIC' in its beauty....
soft.....childlike.....
and her EYES were,
 once again,
 POOLS OF GREEN and BLUE liquid......
hypnotic.....
all-knowing......
young.....
and exceptionally 'GOOD'.....

she had been imbued with a gift....
she could, in fact,
create SOMETHING from NOTHING.....
a rare gift indeed......

A 'CHERISHED' GIFT......
that 'they' couldn't help but sense,
 when they were in her presence......

but what should she do NOW ?
the question truly plagued her.....

for she could MOVE MOUNTAINS,
psychokinetically.....

this was a GIVEN......

she could predict the outcome of the
 'superfluous melodrama'.....
YEARS in advance....

perhaps it was not a GIFT after all.....

i mean, seriously....

who really wants to KNOW EVERYTHING ?

it hurts....
it bruises...

and it had set her apart from the others.....
to be sure.....

A 'complex and multi dimensional' GIFT.....

WORLD PEACE, indeed,
seemed, somehow,
 within reach....

what to do ??

so she did what she always did.......
when needing time to process the data.....

she wished her 'fair readers'........

"SHABBAT SHALOM"
 from her perch inside her 'ivory tower'....:}}