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N O T R E P R O D U C T I O N Retrofuturism Nº10<br />
Probably not.<br />
Personally I have been doing a lot of thinking about<br />
the magic phrase “No meat in a brownie”. It’s something<br />
that speaks volumes to those of us who have<br />
spent time on the metaphysical circuit, the more so<br />
because it often refers to the infamous “No meat in a<br />
brownie” channeling episode, something that took<br />
place last year in Winnepeg. Nowadays, whenever I<br />
speak to a New Age group I find myself invariably<br />
being asked, “How could a professional channeler<br />
allow such a thing to happen?” or, even more frequently,<br />
“What happened?” Well, the exact circumstances<br />
are hazy; suffice it to say that last year sometime,<br />
the well-known medium-and-channeler “Swarthy”<br />
Turk Sellers was giving a demonstration of his<br />
specialty (e.g. channeling Eskimo spirit voices) for a<br />
small audience of two or three hundred, at the New<br />
LIght Rainbow Center on the beach, and while he<br />
was in his trance state he got stuck. Inasmuch as he<br />
got stuck repeating the phrase “No meat in a<br />
brownie… no meat in a brownie…” over and over<br />
again like a broken record and nobody could figure<br />
out how to bring him around, you may be sure that<br />
consternation grew fire; a New Age audience is accustomed<br />
to more upbeat, lovely fare such as Shirley<br />
MacLaine or Lynn V. “Porsche Woman” Andrews<br />
experiencing visions in the back of a Rolls, and the<br />
spectre of “Swarthy” Turk stuck channeling this mys-<br />
terious “no meat in a brownie” line with his eyes rolled<br />
back in his head tended to bring everybody down in<br />
a big way. Several of the more tender-minded and<br />
susceptible members of the audience voiced the fear<br />
that they felt like they might go mad if he didn’t stop.<br />
Extricating “Swarthy” Turk from his loop or predicament<br />
became the chief order of business. But nothing<br />
seemed to work. Finally somebody thought to put<br />
in a long distance call to Ringold Whorson, the Psychic<br />
Gourmet, out in La Jolla, and ask his advice.<br />
What could be done?<br />
“Well,” said Whorson, “why not try feeding him<br />
some brownies that have meat baked into them, to<br />
see if that doesn’t snap him out of it.”<br />
So that’s what they did, combining a pound of<br />
ground round with a Duncan Hines package mix. It<br />
made about a dozen meat-filled brownies. Loathsome,<br />
indeed. But sure enough, after they had<br />
crammed four or five of the things down his throat,<br />
“Swarthy” Turk stopped repeating “no meat in a<br />
brownie” and started gagging and making clawing<br />
motions at his throat, and eventually he was returned<br />
to a normal waking state, and apparently suffered no<br />
ill effects—other than the fact that, as he himself told<br />
me in a puzzled voice the other day, now anytime he<br />
passes the stockyards or goes by a butcher shop he<br />
experiences an overwhelming urge to talk, sing and<br />
whistle like a parrot. [end<br />
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