The Guardians of The Drug Eaters by Lady Dalston (Chapter 1)

The Guardians of the Drug Eaters

 

Chapter 1

Everything requires something...or someone to function.  Whether that is oxygen, water, petrol, ink, life-support, religion, soil or heroin.  Some are merely part of your biological makeup, others are self inflicted and some are just the cards Lady Luck dealt you.

Within the world of the affectionately named Drug-Eaters everything requires something or indeed someone to function.  Mary Jane needs attention to grow and flourish.  Charlie needs someone to find his friends, old and new.  The brown horse needs a faithful friend with a life to share.  A grower, a supplier, a distributor, a buyer, a seller, an opposition, a researcher, an experimenter, an old hand, a regular crowd, a testifier, a worrier and a Guardian.

A Guardian.  Whose role it is not to say no to drugs, not to scorn, not to taunt and not to condone.  It is simply to be present, to protect those who are most precious to them.  To watch over and protect.  Like a child exploring on a beach, they are invincible and almighty under a watchful eye.  If they start to stray too far they can be called out to.  If they get lost and scared they can be comforted, kissed and held.  If they discover something amazing and incredible they have someone to tell , who will be thrilled for them. That is the Guardian. Not always because they understand why the story is so amazing but because they love the lit up eyes and the passion telling of an unforgettable journey, and they cherish every moment as much as the one telling the story.

It is not the Guardians job to go on these journeys but to be where the journey leaves from and returns to.  During the  journey itself a gentle eye takes in every dilated pupil, deep breath, smile and word.  A Guardian cannot help but take in every detail.

Imagine the chaos if all the Guardians gave up their posts and ventured with the Drug-Eaters!  In fact maybe they would be incapable, at first, of letting go and giving into the enjoyment?  Who would look after them?  They have seen it go awry too many times to go into the Drug-eater playground without apprehension.

The Guardians rarely journey with those they are with and when they do it is to get a better understanding of the experiences they have heard.  Someone has to be able to get water, a cold flannel,  blow out a candle, feed the munchies, wipe the need;e, wipe the credit card, wipe the sick off a face, find the way home, hold the hair back, reason with the unreasonable and wait patiently and happily at the end of each high with a smile for the safe return.

 The mothers are not trying to deny or admit what they do not understand.  The fathers are not proud or indifferent.  The friends cannot help them and they do not want to lose them.  This Guardian is not writing to explain, excuse or condemn.
So if you have an open mind, read on and listen to what I have to say...Welcome to the Drug Eater Lands.