Antonona
The Paradise Babies

Where there is only uncertainty, anything is possible...

Jack is an ex-agent of the security service Mi5. Because of a drink problem he is 'let go'. The route to his newly acquired treasure, an old and decrepit house in rural Yorkshire, was orchestrated for him by those who knew of his fascination for the occult. Jack meets with Ursula Lawrence and Ottoline Morel. Both young, mysterious and beautiful and who command 'dark powers'. Who does he love? What are they intending with him?

Antonona is a quaint and earthy pub where occurs much by way of mind control...Much by way of the incredible...Ottoline can leave her body and Ursula can fly...

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Ottoline and Ursula. Who does Jack love?: ___________________

I looked to Ottoline and then, to Ursula. I knew the pain wouldn't stop. I had to remain next to them in this close way. To know them once was an everlasting influence. I could ask how many hearts they'd broken? How others had survived their romance? In this, what was an experience being felt on a different plane. You see me, I wanted to say, and I am in love with you both.

The visit: __________________________________________________

"I don't know what to say, Ursula, I don't understand anything. I'm lost."
"So, everything is possible?...Yes?"
"I suppose," was my flustered reply. "But...Are you saying that you...Control my mind?...Control me?"
"Yes."
With that matter-of-fact answer she was walking toward the kitchen. She avoided the boxes and rolls of wallcoverings. I usually walked into them. Before the kitchen door she stopped and turned. "The house has been offended," she said, "It is bloodied carrion and requires the application of an amorous taste to make it sumptuous again."
"I agree," was all I could say.

Panic. Panic. Panic: ________________________________________

They were behind me on the rear seat of the Hummer. Grinning. Leering. Unhuman things. They caused me to hit the curb. I had to get out of the vehicle. Be away from what was behind me. They couldn't touch me...Not touch...No...No...No...

I'd slipped on bracken leaves but managed to keep running. I tried to avoid the voice, but whatever direction I took, it was coming toward me. I was running...Running...Running...To be away from the horror. They were going to rip me apart. I was certain.
"Jack...Jack...Jack...Jack...Those who love the butterflies and the light also maintain me in mystic balance... Jack...Jack...Jack...Jack...Those who love the butterflies and the light also maintain me in mystic balance."
It was darker because of the trees. I was running harder. My face was sore from hitting branches. I had to keep running. To run blind. The panic. I was out of breath. Still, the terror. The voice. The voice. It was incessant. The supernatural.
"Jack...Jack...Jack...Jack...Those who love the butterflies and the light also maintain me in mystic balance... Jack...Jack...Jack...Jack...Those who love the butterflies and the light also maintain me in mystic balance."
"Leave me alone," I managed to gasp when my legs would not carry me any longer. I began to cough. I was going to vomit. The voice. Forever the voice.
"Jack...Jack...Jack...Jack...Those who love the butterflies and the light also maintain me in mystic balance... Jack...Jack...Jack...Jack...Those who love the butterflies and the light also maintain me in mystic balance."

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