I greet you with the sun and moon at my back and the wind at my tail. I am the sun the moon and the wind. My words do not cross. All things being equal.
How shall we greet you by name?
Augustus T Ravenhood the 3rd, also known as Dooly Wackapee. At your service!
Are we all divine?
It depends on which all you are alling about.
Care to elaborate?
Sure, every sunday there is a football game and church service. None of these have to do with anything.
I would not care to underestimate your wisdom, kind sir?
Very good! Time is of the utmost fashion. Parlor games are my ouvre.
Can we count on you for advice and future predictions?
I predict you will wed tomorrow. I predict the sun will come out without a single shenanigan. I predict the rain will be at least an ounce if not more.
How do you know this?
I research, at length, until my fingers bleed. And then I smoke a blunt.
Why dont you materialize a blunt out of thin air right this moment?
I might try it, but it could tear a hole in the fabric of space.
My sentiments exactly. But, there are manners and perogatives.
Be kind to rewind.
All right, so what other predictions do you have?
The monestary will go out of fashion pretty quickly.
Hasn't it already been?
Not enough, even for government work.
What does the coming month hold - March?
Stone advice. Each beware.
Should we invest in something, like silver, or rain?
What other messages would you like to bring to the world?
Dont knock it til you try it, channeling that is.
Fountains of youth. A blue ribbon. Time to be immortal. If you can hack the truth.
What is the truth?
Filagree and finesse.