It was really late at night. I was walking downtown in the transit mall when I came across this man busking… playing guitar with his guitar case opened hoping those who listened would throw in some change, maybe a dollar bill or two. I stopped to listen to the guy. He asked, “Got any requests?”
“No man, ” I answered. “Anything you want to play is fine with me.”
“Anything,… are you sure?” He asked.
There was something strange about the way he said it, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but just nodded yes.
“OK, I got something extra special for you.” He said.
He started playing this simple finger picking pattern, it was nice and relaxing. The more he played, the more he added to the pattern. In a relatively short period of time he was playing the amazing complex pattern. I just got lost in it. It had me in a trance.
Then it happened. We were right next to The Portland Building, where the giant metal statue of Portlandia is displayed. The thing that happened was the statue began to move. She stepped down from her platform, and strode out into the street. There she stared at me with her steely eyes, making me feel this intense sensation that my life was in danger. And the feeling was well founded because she started coming straight for me. She could easily just smash me under her huge feet. I panicked and began to run. Fortunately Portlandia is very slow moving, and I easily out distanced her to the next street. I ran as fast as I could, zig zagging up and down the streets until I couldn’t hear Portlandia’s foot steps any more.
I caught a MAX train and rode it home. A few days later I tried walking down by the Portrlandia statue in the middle of the day. She was in her spot, just as she always had been. I ran into another person busking and asked her if she knew the busker I’d seen the other night.
“You’re saying Portlandia got up and started walking because of the way this guy played his guitar?”
“Ya man, ” II said. “You should of heard the dude playing, you would believe it could make a giant metle statue come to life. I don’t blame you for not believing me.”
“Oh I believe you. You, my sir, have encountered the Mystic of Cascadia. There are several people who have had the same experience you did. Everybody has done the same thing, run away. Some of them have kind of lost touch with reality. Be thankful you still have your whits about you.”
That’s how my hunt for The Mystic of Cascadia began.