LIKE, HEY MAN. WHAT IS THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY TEMPLE?

Interviewer: Let me get this straight. There’s a religion based on that 70’s TV show, The Partridge Family?

PFT: No, Man. There’s a cult based on that 70’s TV show, The Partridge Family. 

Interviewer: Why?

PFT: Why, rhymes with Lie. And the Temple is really Turned-Off to the Lie Scene. We like the Reality Scene. We invented Reality TV, you dig? 

Interviewer: Yeah, but Reality TV sucks.

PFT: I’m not talking about the shows you watch. I’m talking about the shows the Partridge People watch. And they’re really fantastic.

Interviewer: I’ve heard a lot of negative things about the Temple. What gives?

PFT: Well, the Partridge Family Temple loves Shirley Partridge, which is Mother Nature. I think that’s what you’re talking about. 

Interviewer: What does that mean?

PFT: Like, do you dig all those earthquakes, Mother Shirley has been throwing at you? We at the Temple, call them “God Happenings”. 

Interviewer: Man, that’s really uncool. 

PFT: Well, you’ll have to take that up with Mother Nature. She’s a really groovy, hit TV series. 

Interviewer: Man, TV brainwashes people. It dictates what you should buy, what you should eat, what kind of music you should listen to. 

PFT: So let me get this straight. What you’re saying is, “People are so stupid, that TV actually decides what they think.”

Interviewer: Yeah, well. Not all people. Some people can see through the bullshit, man. 

PFT:  Did you ever think that the people that buy the things that TV tells them to, are just simply stupid? Or possibly have impeccable taste?

Interviewer: Man, you don’t know the power that TV wields on the masses.

PFT: Yes, we do. We understand the masses very well. And that brings us back to the fact that the Partridge Family Temple is not a religion, but part of the Cult Scene. 

Interviewer: Yeah, but cults are dangerous.

PFT: Only when the followers are as stupid as the people you’re talking about.

Interviewer: What do you mean by that? 

PFT: The Partridge Family Temple lives in the Now. We love cults. And we go through the history comic books and we take everything God and Plenty out of the cults from the past and leave what doesn’t get a good enough TV signal behind. Jim Jones; great sunglasses. The Process Church; yeah, Jesus and Satan should get it on. The Love Family; great look. Love Steve Allen. The Manson Family; balling’s fun. The desert is a cool place to trip. The Mel Lyman Family; real estate is important. After all, it’s the Real State. The Source Family; a vegetarian diet and early meditation is wonderful. And the robes are to die for! The Moonies; flowers are cool. The Rajneesh devotees; Mike Nesmith wore a wool cap. 

Interviewer: Hey, some of these groups are really dangerous. Why would you want to be associated with them? 

PFT: Why would you want to be associated with Mother Nature? 

Interviewer: What are you talking about? You already brought Mother Nature up. 

PFT: Like the commercial says, “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature”. 

Interviewer: Oh, wow. A riddle from a commercial. And why do you feel it’s necessary to speak in riddles, anyway?

PFT: God speaks in riddles. Life is a gigantic riddle. And we are trying to figure that riddle out. We make mistakes along the way, but if our TV reception is good, we learn from our mistakes. 

Interviewer: Well, at least you admit that you make mistakes. 

PFT: Hey, we’re only Bus-Human. 

 

Nervous Mother Un-Driving

The Partridge Family Temple is currently working on a delightful bag of new-and-improved, Yoga Sessions. I’m sure you’re already familiar with Secret Annex Yoga.

The Great Divine Mother is a super-charged God Power Freak, which dwells inside your own Inner Pad. Y0u just gotta wake Her up. And She will blow your mind with the best breakfast that you ever had.

Let’s begin: You can use a yoga mat. You can use a Grand Union Supermarket paper bag. You can sit outside. You can sit on a rug, as long as it is made out of multi-colors of comfortable.

The first Flower of Power is at the Base of your Spine. It is symbolized by Simone the dog. “Listen, listen…” You do. And all of a sudden you see…

The second Flower of Power, which is a freckled-faced red-head with an emerald tambourine the vibrates and shakes the purple cymbals. She smells like crayons and finger paint. She takes out her coloring book and a yellow and brown crayon and draws…

The third Flower of Power. A blonde-haired, cheerful cheek boy and a rambunctious, brown-haired buck-toothed boy are both playing the same drum, which sounds dreadful. All of a sudden, an orange flame freckled with fire consumes the drummers and then there is One, perfect drum beat and…

The fourth Flower of Power is standing before you. The entire fire department shows up and when they see who it is, they laugh and scream how funny asking if he could introduce them to…

The fifth Flower of Power. You’re in a meadow. Green, with morning dew. The dew is made of honey and it drips from the Honeycomb Hideout. Dancing before you, is a beautiful teenager, with her long, brown hair parted in the middle. She slowly dances She picks a flower and hands it to you. She smiles. You pick up the flower and it turns into…

The sixth Flower of Power. Standing before you is a naked youth, with brown, feathered hair. He wears multi-colored fun beads. He’s hung like the donkey that carried Christ into Bethlehem. David Cassidy is dead. Long live Keith Partridge!

The seventh Flower of Power is a beautiful, naked woman with a blonde shag. She’s floating on a lotus, made completely out of honey which has turned to light. She smiles and pulls out a Light Bright and sings with the others. “Light bright, making things with light. Light bright, making things with light.”

When you look at what she’s made, it’s a CBS Eye with every color in the Light Bright universe. Even the Light Bright pegs you’ve never seen. God’s Head Up, 7-Up!

Just remember, Children of the Fun, the Matter Machine has Seven Bus Stops. And Shirley is driving that bus. Destination: The Land of Enchantment!

 

Is That Bobby Sherman? Oh My God, I Could Just Die!

Stephanie just turned sixteen. She stands in line with her family waiting to ride The Pirates of the Caribbean. All of a sudden she hears people yelling. She hears the revving of a car and more people shouting. All of a sudden a black hearse stops in front of her. A window rolls down and the most impossibly beautiful man she’s ever seen smiles and says, “Hey, baby. You need a lift?” She hops in, before her parents even start to say, “No.”

He revs up the hearse and starts driving. She looks over at him, taking in his image. Perfect brown shag hair, a purple tunic with black and purple love beads. He’s wearing leather pants and leather zip-up boots with a black leather choker to match. He tools around Main Street. People gather and yell, but he just drives through them. He drives over the gate and through Sleeping Beauty’s Castle. He turns to Stephanie and says, “This is my Scene, baby. Always has been. Always will be.”

He drives up the “It’s a Small World” and takes a sharp left. It looks like they’re going to plunge into a wall. But the wall gives way and they’re in a white tunnel with red arrows on the floor, pointing the way. Bobby smiles at her and says, “Hey, little girl. Do you want to meet God?”

Stunned, Stephanie asks, “Are you kidding?” 

Bobby smiles and says, “No, really. You wanna meet God?”

Stephanie thinks for a second and says, “Jeez! That’d be neat!” 

Bobby guns the hearse’s engine, and takes off down another tunnel. All of a sudden, all the tunnels are painted black. At first there’s Day-Glo arrows pointing the way. But then the Day-Glo arrows disappear. It’s at this point that Stephanie notices that Bobby Sherman’s skin glows fluorescent.

She closes her eyes and says to herself, “Everything’s cool. I’m at Disneyland with my parents. I just jumped into Bobby Sherman’s hearse. We’re now driving his hearse through the tunnels under Disneyland on our way to meet God. And Bobby Sherman’s skin and clothes are glowing like a black light poster. Everything’s okay.”

The car engine stops and Bobby says, “Hey, Stephanie!” He winks and continues, “You ready to meet God?” 

Stephanie nods her head and crosses her fingers behind her back. Bobby hops out of the hearse, comes around to her side and opens the door for her like a perfect gentleman. They walk to the front of the hearse and Stephanie realizes there’s a door in front of them, black like the hall, but you can just make it out. There’s no doorknob, buzzer or door knocker. Bobby knocks on it. A strange knock. It almost sounds like a nursery rhyme she heard as a child. Bobby looks down at her, smiling and says, “Hey, little girl. God is gonna freak you out. Are you ready to God it Together?”

She smiles and crosses her other fingers behind her back, nodding her head. Then, the black door slides open like on Star Trek. They walk inside. There, in a gigantic, underground botanical garden. All of the flora and fauna are Day-Glo. As she looks around, she realizes that her clothes and body are now fluorescent. However, all of the trees are black and have a really strange smell like dense dreams that you can never remember. 

A bunch of strange, glowing metal insects fly above them giving off a strange hum. Then, she hears a horse slowly walking towards them and out from the black trees, comes Walt Disney. At least the upper half is Walt Disney. The lower half is that of a horse. A beautiful, lustrous brown-coated horse. Walt Disney wears no shirt but has the same familiar hairstyle and signature mustache. Around his chest hangs a black, quiver full of arrows and in his hand is a massive bow made of bronze.

He walks up to us and smiles. Bobby bows and says, “Father of Details, I’ve brought a really groovy chic for you to meet. She’s a big fan.”

Stephanie starts to walk up to Walt Disney, but for some reason that spooks him. He rears up on his hind legs and snorts. He then quickly pulls an arrow out of his quiver. It’s feathers, brightly colored. The tip, a small, sharp star made of lead, silver at the edges. He pulls it back and lets the arrow fly. It flies so fast. It slams into her chest, piercing her heart and knocking her over instantly. She starts taking slow, shallow gasping breathes. Blood pours from her nostrils and mouth. She twists her head and looks up at Bobby, who is smiling. 

Walt Disney turns and walks back into the black trees and disappears. Bobby picks her up and as he does, he says, “Wow! God really liked you!”

He then opens up the back of the hearse and places her on a purple, velvet bed with brass buttons. He shuts the door. The last thing she hears is the car starting up and the wheels screeching against the cement tunnels. She opens her eyes. She’s lying there in the back of the hearse, with the arrow deep in her heart. She’s amazed that she’s not dead. But maybe she is, she thinks.

It’s at this point that she realizes that the arrow is made out of silver with gold feathers. Bobby yells back at her, “Hey! Isn’t that a cool souvenir God gave you? You can’t get that at the regular gift shops at Disneyland. You might want to pull it out now. You don’t want your parents to flip and make a scene.”

She looks down at the arrow embedded in her chest, and realizes that she feels no pain, but a strange sort of excitement. Like her body is a sponge and it’s drinking the entire ocean. She grabs the arrow and and yanks it out of her chest. But the star tip breaks off in her heart. She then drifts off. She dreams of stamping hooves and pink chokers.

All of a sudden, she’s standing in line with her family, about to get on a boat for The Pirates of the Caribbean. In her hand she holds the arrow. It doesn’t have a star tip, but instead has a standard arrowhead. She places her hand to her chest and almost screams. Her heart beats now to “When You Wish Upon a Star”. She wonders what her next check-up at the doctor will be like when he pulls out the stethoscope. 

She hears a loud revving, and looks, seeing a black hearse take off. She smiles and thinks, “Man, God’s really far-out!”

Anne Will Set You Frank!

Tracy Partridge comes home from school and invites her new friend in for milk and cookies. Her Mother Shirley is in the kitchen is making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. She turns and smiles, with all the radiance of a thousand Suns.

Hi, Tracy! Did you have a good day at school? And who is your little friend?” 

I had a great day at school. I learned so much, Mommy. This is my friend, Anne. Her last name is Frank.” 

Shirley asks, “Would you like to stay for dinner?

Anne smiles, “Yes, thank you. I’d love to stay for dinner.

Well“, asks Shirley. “Why don’t you call your parents?”

Anne stares down at the floor, looking uncomfortable.

What’s wrong, honey?” Shirley asks.

I don’t have any parents. The Brown Goblins ate them all up.”

Shirley frowns and hisses under her breath, “Brown Goblins.”

Where do you live, child?” Shirley Made out of Concern asks.

Sometimes in the park. In the bushes. I have a comb, so I can comb my hair when I go to school.”

Shirley gets on her left knee, puts her hands on Anne’s shoulders and says, “You’re home now.” She yells out, “Keith! Can you get the attic ready? We have a new houseguest.”

Laurie walks in and says, “Hey, can you play an instrument?”

Anne nervously smiles and says, “I’m pretty good at the recorder.”

Laurie smiles. “Looks like we got a new band member.”

For the past two years, I’ve been torn between starting a new Cult Session based completely on the Number Fun Hide and Seek Champion, Anne Frank. But then, I would look at my Partridge Family board game and think, “No, I have to stick with the first Family of Fun.”

Then finally, as I was meditating, the classic saying flashed on me, “You Can’t Serve Two Gods” It was at that moment that I remember that our founder, Adam Sleek, before he died, had a band in Boulder, Colorado called Anne Frank on Crank. A silly name. My sister told me at the time, “Isn’t that strange that Adam Sleek had a band with “Anne Frank” in the name?” I did think it was odd, but forgot about it until this Autumn. I realized, it was Adam’s parting shot to me, “Hey, I turned you on to the Partridge Family, the best band in the world. Now, you’re gonna bookend it with the grooviest Hide Anne Seek Freak that the world has ever known.”

And at that point, I remembered my recurring dreams about Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Because, it just doesn’t really make sense to have a religion based on The Partridge Family and to add Anne Frank to the mix. But just like chocolate supposedly wasn’t supposed to be in the peanut butter, and the peanut butter supposedly wasn’t supposed to be in the chocolate, this makes perfect, psychedelic sense. I feel like I have two, round spinning wheels on each arm. One’s The Partridge Family, the other wrote a diary. And they both spell “Point Me in the Direction of Albuquerque.”

Some Partridge People might not dig the Anne Frank Scene. Some may only dig the Partridge Trip. But some God Freaks might smile at an All-You-Can-Fun buffet.