The man with no hat

[Swami Peevananda]

This is a story about a man with no hat. But it hasn't been written yet. It needs you to help write it. Each new post will be considered a new link in the chain, a new chapter in the life of the man with no hat. Please, try to tell this man's story clearly. His story needs to be heard and understood by all.

It was a day, like any other day. The man, without his hat in hand or on head, stepped out into the bustling world from his gray apartment. As he took that first step into the concrete jungle, a lady carrying an umbrella passed him by with a sidelong glance. The city was bustling, the world was jumping. Cars commuting, horns tooting. The asphalt amazon was sounding off a high pitched wail of impatience. The man began walking to the market to buy some vegetables, when he realized he had forgotten his hat...

[mccoy]

...it was a hot hat, not because of the heat but because it was bound to many spells against the hustle and bustle, which the man without his hot handy hat hated, so much , causing him to holler and hit and hoot, by the hour . The spells were anchored together by the hat's fabric and that was a hobby of the hatless man, who hobbled, humbled while heading back home.

[Laughing Goose]

...it was a hot hat, not because of the heat but because it was bound to many spells against the hustle and bustle, which the man without his hot handy hat hated, so much , causing him to holler and hit and hoot, by the hour . The spells were anchored together by the hat's fabric and that was a hobby of the hatless man, who hobbled, humbled while heading back home.

hippie hopping hemp smoker        what happened when he got home?

                                              laughing goose

[Swami Peevananda]

When he got back to his door step, he stopped and thought to himself

"Why can't I go just one day without my magical hat? I'm tired of people giving me funny looks, anyway."

So he turned right around and began walking toward the market, satisfied that he has become brave enough to embrace change. But as he beat the sidewalk street with his strolling feet, he detected a shiny glimmer from the corner of his eye. As he looked down onto the ground he found a shiny new round penny. So he bent right down to the ground and picked up that round shiny penny and put it in his pocket. Somebody must've dropped it. But it was on heads so he said,

"I wonder why this coin chose me today?"

[guest88]

Before pocketing his penny, the man glanced to the check the pennies year. "1957" he thought, "the year i was born..." He then placed the penny in his pocket and thought that this was a personal message from the Universe... from something, More. But what could it mean ?
Finally, after what seemed like eternity without his wonderful hat, the man made it to the Market. It was an off day indeed. He noted the heat resting on his shoulders, wearing it around his neck. He noted the people, families and children walking around- and then... to his surprise, the same Woman from earlier carrying her Umbrella. Her Red Umbrella. There was no mistaking it. His heart fluttered, for just a moment, as his imagination wondered...

[mccoy]

...was that a smile? If so a most disquieting smile, suggestive of a Whole universe of pleasure and power and wealth and dark knowledge, a universe as mesmerizing as the eyes of a Cobra to its prey...

[guest88]

"I'm done wondering" Thought the man.
He nervously adjusted the collar of his shirt and gulped down his anxiety as he headed torwards the Woman with the red umbrella. It was a very drawn out approach indeed. Something surreal was happening... With each step the heat started to dissipate and black clouds started to form ahead- a faint rumble could be heard in the distance. A cool breeze rushed by him and just before he could stick his hand out to introduce himself a brilliant ray of lightning struck down beside him and it started to rain...