One of the elect
Not known to the herd
She passed from her tabernacle
Of dust to the abode of sincerity
When she opened the door a
Great glory shone from her
Gradually filling the house
So that no shadow fell in it
This glory suffused the city
Spreading thence to all being
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A certain guitarist, named Jimi, much beloved by Charlie, happened to die. Charlie sent some of the Family to array the defunct in his funky grave-suit. He himself followed them to the house of the deceased.
On entering the room, Charlie addressed the dead body: “My brother Jimi, arise!” Instantly the corpse arose saying “Here I am, man!” He then grabbed his guitar, and for three whole days and nights there was a righteous party.
More than a hundred of the misbelieving squares there were converted to the ways of the Family. When Charlie left the house, life departed from Jimi as well.
Frank Helmuth Auerbach (b.1931)
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