The Flower Who’s Name is Power

In Flower Power Land, Christopher puts his pirate hat on his cute, little blonde head and then adds a black patch because Christopher understands the magic of being a pirate. Standing atop a beautiful hill covered in flowers, the Flower Children gather around him.

Tracy comes around with her trusty tambourine in hand. Wandering over to the Flower Children, she places it in her plastic green purse and pulls out a flaying knife ever so sharp. The Flower Children gather around and bend their heads to the little goddess. She makes quick work slicing all of their flesh from their skulls. The Flower Children sit naked, blood pouring from their grotesque grinning red skulls, their eyes glowing with excitement.

After putting her flaying knife back in her cute little plastic purse, Tracy then places a seed under each of their tongues. Some of the Flower Children swallow the seed, others try but start to choke and some spit it out saying it’s too bitter. Tracy frowns sticking her tongue out at those who spit out the seed but her face is alive with happy freckles when she sees those who swallow the seed. Even though she’s not holding her tambourine, it starts to play.

Christopher stands up, pulling out his pirate sword and whispers in their ear. The Flower Children nod their bloody heads as he takes the sword and cuts their eyes out, one by one. The Flower Children sit, their lower bodies slick with bright red blood staining the green, friendly ground.

Christopher sits down and pulls out a little pow wow drum and starts to play a song. He plays the song until the sun sets and the great moon rises and Flower Power Land is alive in a silvery glow. He doesn’t stop playing and when the sun returns to break the moon’s fast Tracy joins Christopher and soon Flower Power Land is alive with the sound of tambourine and drum.

On the floor before them many of the Flower Children lay dead, their ghastly red skulls dried and cracked as the green grass slowly covers their body, sucking them back into the rich earth. But a handful of the Flower Children’s skin had grown back and their hair is long and made of vines, exploding with multi-colored flowers and petals and the smell is as fragrant as a Sunday dinner cooked by Mother Shirley.

The Flower Children jump up clasping hands creating a circle as they start to spin and sing. Christopher gives each of them a pirate hat adorned with a Jolly Roger and their very own eye patch to wear. Because in Flower Power Land, you only need one eye to see.

Sea Robber tale by The Partridge in the Pear Tree
The Flower Who’s Name is Power by Whale Song Partridge

Every Day is Mother’s Day 2017

In the beginning it was dark and the Great Mother couldn’t see in the kitchen to make breakfast. So she gave birth to the Sun that she named Keith and he lit the kitchen and the universe with light. Soon the Great Mother made pancakes with Aunt Jemima syrup and a fresh pitcher of Tang. It was groovy and Keith ate all of his pancakes.

“Mom”, he asked. “What else are you cooking in the kitchen?”

The Great Mother smiled and her golden hair was golden. As she pulled Laurie out of the oven she said, “This is your sister. Some call her the Moon.”

Then the timer went off and standing there was a creature that smelled of sulfur and who wore a cloak of flame. His head was adorned with dancing red freckles and on his feet he wore green, low top tennis shoes.

Soon Christopher, Tracy, trees, oceans, stars, bric-a-brac, Rhoda, The Banana Splits, flowers, cats, war, pudding, Ray Kroc, lambs, toadstools, death, castles, 76 gas stations, highways, Butter Brickle ice cream, birthday cakes, stained glass, Mondrian, Allen Funt, Hinduism, birds singing in the morning, cancer, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, reality TV, darkness, seeds, bubblegum and sundaes with whipped cream on top all flowed from the Great Mother.

Then when she was done she was pleased but tired. Tracy asked, “Mommy, there’s so many dishes in the kitchen. Can I please help you?”

Shirley looked down at her lovely new daughter and with honey tears of cosmic joy said, “Yes, I would appreciate that.”

The Great Mother gave Tracy a little apron all her own to wear. Soon Christopher, Laurie and Keith joined in to help their mother clean the kitchen, all except for Danny. Laurie asked, “Hey little brother. Why aren’t you helping clean the kitchen?”

Danny smiled and said, “That’s not why Mom made me.”

“Oh, yeah?” asked Laurie. “What gives? Why did Mom make you?”

Danny’s freckles danced on his face and he said, “I make the mess and you clean it up. It’s a pretty simple exchange and I think I come out ahead in this deal. I get a plate of cookies and milk after school and sometimes before bed. Right, Mom?”

The Great Mother turned and smiled, wiping her hands on the apron and said, “That’s right, Danny. But if you don’t help clean the kitchen I’ll be too tired to bake those cookies for you or milk the cow for your delicious glass of milk.”

Danny nods, shuffles his feet and then joins in because after all, we are nothing without the Great Mother. If we don’t work with her we shall never drink the milk that flows from her ocean of bliss.

On this day the Partridge Family Temple celebrates Mother’s Day, a high holiday celebrating the greatest Mom who ever existed. We at The Temple understand that our Mother truly has the whole world in her hands. PRAISE SHIRLEY!

Mother Nature scripture by The Partridge in the Pear Tree
Every day is Mother’s Day image by Whale Song Partridge


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“Beloved, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see whether they are from God, for many false prophets have gone out into the world.” – David Cassidy (TV Guide, July 16, 1972)

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As Safe As Yesterday Is

Honey swirls around you with sticky, warm happiness. Gigantic lime-green and orange pulsating orbs of jelly hum and vibrate a beautiful song. Then a fresh-baked silver star cookie hugs you and brushes your hair with a bumblebee comb, striped black and yellow and buzzing as flowers pink, yellow and blue grow as tall as trees around you. The forest floor is made out of pink Easter basket grass. You laugh and roll in the grass as fairies with yellow hair, yellow mini dresses and yellow plastic sandals float on yellow wings laughing merrily.

It’s then time to turn the orange pudding television on. You can eat the knobs and the TV clicker is made out of chocolate fudge; the best that you’ve ever had. Even better to turn the channel and watch all the beautiful commercials. You laugh aloud when you actually see a commercial for chocolate fudge and soon the chocolate fudge woman with long, flowing, chocolate fudge hair takes you by the hand as you climb the gigantic, purple grape, hard candy mountain. Along the path, delicious yellow and green flowers and vines to eat ever so sweet.

At the top sits a giggling marshmallow man with long, marshmallow hair and a marshmallow beard. He allows you to pinch his marshmallow cheeks and even to lick the marshmallow that sticks to your fingertips. Then the marshmallow man turns and points to the cave behind him. Finally you’re inside the cave staring at the blue, crystal candy stalactites and sliding down the lime-green lollypop steps, your feet sticky with adventure excitement.

Soon you come to a gigantic, crystal glass, lemon-yellow honeycomb door. The door knocks three times and as you clap your hands and your eyes open wide, the honeycomb door opens and standing there is The Partridge Family and you’re just in time for breakfast. As you pour pink lemonade syrup on your clear glass pancakes, Danny explains that The Partridge Family Temple is a Safe Space for all the people who understand that there is no such thing as a Safe Space. Then he pours you a thick, frothy glass of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.

Safe Space Window Placement by Whale Song Partridge
Safe Space Honey Adventure by Shaun Partridge