magine for a moment even hours if one is capable of having astonishing powers of manifesting, creativity, colour, volume, vivid swoon and swathe lustrous bounty etc.
Etc is a phenomenal word but I’m writing about one phenomenal lady whose brain power is an oasis in a sea of mundanity.
It is like an electricity grid and every off shoot one can associate with any man, woman or child with such concatenations of king Midas - queen Midas at that and the electrical grid super charging mind of both incandescent intense interconnected flashes of golden gate innovation and you the reader have some broad spectrum inkling what I am currently writing about.
To be like Oona Ooze the super magnet  with flourishing finger tips that hardly need to shift before stumbling or should I say extruding and extracting gems, treasures, objects of riches whose stunning stone layers match if that could be possible the colossal sums that Oona attracts.
Oona lives at several addresses but as she is partial to intoning with supreme supple self belief.
“My real address is where my fantastic intelligence is plonked each night on a super saturated pillow cover
with every conceivable colour swirl, nose tickling scents. sleep and dose related tint, micro imprints of sky related events, episodes, before and after morning dawns, daylights,
noonday nascent nodes,
before and after midnight huescapes, moons of every phase and spectrum, position too, streams, lakes, epic city streets, fountains, rainbows etc again.”
Some momentous pillow you might say.
And it strangely had her personality but not her name on the pillow!!
Extremely massive and to add to its repertoire of  imprinted aura replicas of extremely pivotal people in her larger than life life which seems even more ironic without their names or knowledge of  it.

“Even I, Oona. have to pinch myself and wonder how this roller coaster  life which often seems to me like I’m skimming like a flying saucer along a golden beach between sand dunes.
The scenario where a deserted beach seems to be at the mercy of a virtually invisible object from outer space.
Yes, Oona emotionally and cerebrally  in spiralling, billowing layers of stratospheric brilliance.
Insurmountable hurdles are non-existent in her sphere.
At this period in time a swathe, a panoply of generative craft unlimited.


There is also the indispensable team in a pillow.
Her extraordinary celestial galaxy side kicks and here they are without a dither or delay sneaking in.
Her, Oona most esteemed favourite savoury dish Chef from a restaurant whose exclusive fare also has a matching exclusive  platinum card price tag.
Finley is his name and he has this walrus moustache and quaint exotic presence where he had an authentic charisma one could associate readily with his occupation.
The beam of elation as the vegetarian odours traveled like a Moroccan odyssey across mysterious lands.
And of course the food itself could whip up a stormy gorge session..
Then Destiny, the Queen of delicious cakes, slices and everything an avid dessert doyen could ever envision had this ethereal elegant entropy.
Oona can barely mention or whisper her name without the parallel sync link to Finley.
As one  creative  caravan of vegetarian feasts and aromas followed another, Destiny in turn moulded these orchard colour dashes and dabs of the most alluring chocolate including vegetarian chocolate and various blobs of tantalising crusts, fruits, peels and innumerable adornments.
Of course how could she omit or forget or even attempt as if she ever could
Charlotte, Oona’s personal astrologer, who had azure blue rippling  indigo receptive eyes,
and  Oona’s personal protector and source of amethyst like empowerment the invigorating floating angel Florence whose gleam ring orbital aura is so infectious.
A menagerie of mythic proportion significant others who inevitably at some point lofted Oona’s day into varying degrees of euphoria beyond infinitesimal distant voyages.
And that floating angel nobody ever knew intimately or to any great depth bar Oona herself.
Oona by dint of hard toil and ingenuity impressed images of her mind on to this pillow cover as part of an elaborate ritual which she was privy too.
Oona who who made vast sums from her inventions was now in a situation where her supernatural aura brain and lightning flash contagion all could meld into that limitless capacity into the ultra outer reache that digitised number crunch quantum computers would find a torsion and a burdensome test.
Yet the impressed characters delineated above were blissfully unaware of their presence in a pillow!!

One of Oona’s many endearing qualities was her sense of humour which like her personality composite in total bordered on  risk and her ability to  conjure intellectual compass points, and diversions.
Little cheeky brazenness like slipping away from areas and counters and not defraying immediately the cost only for  her sleight of hand  flick  over her shoulder from a distance and the debt was cleared much to the smothered giggles of onlooker and baffled expressions on  staff alike.
This extraordinary of extraordinary person so much a chameleon character.
But then look at the people in this iconic towering person’s life.
As a mathematical probability Oona was seen as an idol the awestruck and not so awestruck approached for transformations .
Oona will supply and connect the beseechers as she reverentially referred to those who asked for a benefice and nine  times out of 10 the benefice made science fiction monumental rotating beacon light appearance.
I should add all these factors pall against that backdrop of the pillow cover - the essential connection to the universal supply via the characters mentioned earlier.
Oona often dodged and ducked into a shadow where she draped the pillow cover over her face.
And Oona loved it when a client, a close friend or inspiring figure was mentioned in some way publicly.
Referred to and tucked into some devious spot or this  could also apply to Oona idiocies and preoccupations.
Sudden flash of horror…. she nearly forgot her special communing with her astrologer and the floating angel.
“A leaf skimmed my ear
Probably a reminder.
The floating angel.
Oh yes drifting in a dazzling cloak of hers.
Blinking and winking at me.”
Then Oona nearly jammed her foot in a crater and within a hair raising plot of five seconds nearly walked straight into a post box.
“ I had my hands clasped on my pillow cover.
A green curry dish with mint seasoning, a sumptuous velvet strawberry/raspberry cheese cake with lemon sprinkles.
Now that’s where I’m heading after that near accident.

Into a sun clustered cove Oona and her pillow cover she often inadvertently used to wipe her brow on sizzling days when the perspiration on her otherwise stoic demeanour seemed like a bursting dam charge.
“Heavens, hope nobody’s looking at or  listening to these meanderings and mystic musings of mine.” 

Placing her hand in a supple sinewy clustered manner Oona had her faint  muffled thread whisper session with her team.
Team Oona, the one and only team Oona  as she was quaintly disposed to name them.
“Who dropped that flyer at my feet…. blink and wink and of course the thumbs up.
Eatery of some kind.
Have to say my people magnetiser skills… the ability to draw people ….
And I draw people in a different way.
Little Joke.
And I do a bit of sketching of people too.”
A lazy lull ensued but for a mini time capsule.
“ Must look into this restaurant maybe today.
It’s proximity is a neighbourly stroll down  the street,
The top of the ethereal ocean flyer is crinkled. I'll figure out the name at a later stage.
Charlotte the astrologer had her super developed aura and iconic orb embossed and embedded in Oona’s pillow cover.
Oona could glean barely audible tips at a tipping point.
Due to the mega  metamorphic realignment of the stars and planet pending  there would be seismic alterations in Oona’s life due to her uncanny ability to draw things out of thin air.
“Oona now perplexed, Just wonder against the prying eyes and quizzical stares at me as they…..
And of course my favourite chefs with whom I commune regularly on my pillow but haven’t actually seen in person for some time.
The eerie unsettling thing is this arch I have with this magic pillow and the characters and spectra littered in it.
There are central figures but …
Oona now felt this inner urge to be whimsical and a little bit of daredevil antics besides
“Think I’ll find this restaurant and see what it’s like.
Maybe attempt some of my mind bending manipulation powers.”
As she entered the  elaborate surroundings and luxuriant decor the usual preliminaries were attended to.
The themed menu, mouth watering courses and tantaliser afters we’re duly discussed and indulged in.
Oona strolled purposely to the exit door having eaten.
“Madam, a lofty tone enquired you?
Your bill has yet to be paid?”

There were lurking figures in the background which set Oona in a sinister suspicious train.”
Oona cheekily beamed
“It’s already been paid dear fellow.
My greatness and aura are your payment”
Strained bemusement  enshrouded the  staff, choked guffaws, red faced consternation and dry whimsy from manager.
Oona opened one of the windows and invited people on the street to explore this restaurant immediately.
Within seconds there were queues waiting to enter.
“That’s my payment.
I think the few hundred extra cover my dining experience.”
Oona then left but something  prompted her to look at name of restaurant
“ SHOCK ….
The Floating Angel.
My Floating Angel.”
In the shadows of the kitchen
Finley and Destiney exchange glances
“We’ve picked up a few tricks from that Oona haven’t we!?”
As Oona stepped in  nonchalant fashion  she removed pillow cover clumsily from her bronze tan leather handbag  …..
A gust of wind swept it  into the air …..
Oona chasing and grasping at this impressionistic pillow whilst trying to avoid accidents
Who knows where it landed.
“Well, maybe there are some things I just can’t do!
Oona in exasperation!
At that a walrus moustached pedestrian , and what seemed like a recognisable  sweet chef stumbled after work on this magic pillow!
“Where did this spring from they said one to another?
I wonder are there any names on it?”
Destiny emitted a gothic I’ve just seen a ghost shriek.
“Now do you see our images wondrously weaved into it but no names.”
They wondered who it actually belongs to though for whatever reason they both thought it had a familiar ring of someone they knew!