Becca looked like Shiva in a hoop of flame doing the dance of bliss.Bliss reigned on Magic Mountain in West by God Virginia. My dear friend K invited us and proceeded to teach me how to stretch muscles that haven’t stretched since retirement. I want more Yoga. Doug taught us how to meditate thru our pain,how mindful meditation is the goal, not mental aviation( do I have to get rid of my flying carpet?) Aaron, the Rastaman,a few tents down was an artistic wave of beauty and creation. My yellow,red and green skull cap needed a new home. I returned with a painting….Observing the observer. How utterly cool. Oh yeah I was a hiMFie back in in ’69,did my graduate hiMFie studies in North Africa and learned that people have different kinds of solutions to the problems of life, all equally valid. So nice to be afloat in a Sea of Tolerance, surfing the waves of culture,feeling at home with all of them. A place where Jesus ,Gaia,Buddha and Ganesha dance to the beat of African Djembe drums,where black,white yellow and red radiate love,a place where hate is extingushed. The buzzards came,of course they would and showed me that trust the the air will keep us aloft without questioning what is unseen. One of my neighbors, a horned and winged breed of tiny Fairy was captain of the Fun Police. What a great concept,fun police. I never in my life saw such a kid friendly place. Kids had their own stage,the own events(we got caught up in a scavenger hunt). Liquor and drugs were wonderfully absent. Mother Earth was respected but eco terrorism was stilled by positive energy. For me, living out here in a community of people, who although nice folks, believe in prepackaged belief systems.Jesus is returned tomorrow,maybe with an AK 47 to cleanse the world of liberalitis and teach us to drill and frack til out planet shrugs humanity off like one shrugs off a pesky insect. I rediscovered hope.Back in ’69, we had a vision,us of the dawning of the Age of Aquarius. I thought that vision had died, but it was me who died,immersed in a drug and booze fuel fog of New York City pseudohip Clubland. Sobriety brought me back to the mountains. So ten years after 9/11, I experienced another rebirth, discovering that love,peace and hope exist, and no matter how much the Tea Party wants to reshape America into their my way or the highway vision,no matter how vigorously Fundamental Christians strive to make America a theocracy,peace love and hope will win in the end, for truly its the only way that works.
I’ve always learned the hard way, that was my pathPerhaps shaped by my own internal stubborness and my lack of ineterest in anything too serious,my path was steep and rocky. but I learned. I had to experience war to realize how foolish it was. One thing led to another, as I explored deep caves like drugs,casual sex, a world of alcohol and the very temporary thrills of instant material gratiification(what goodie will UPS bring today) . But each I come closer to the Oneness that is life, the Unity of all things, the Gods(choose your own name ) within us. We are,each in our own way, and I mean all things from rocks to rhinos, ameobas to aurouras,galaxies to grains of sand,we are all but building blocks of continuity and creativity of this wonderfully total energy many choose to to call God. So to the preachers of power, the captains of predatory capitalism,the sultans of socialism, all those that think there is one path up the mountain,one way,their way, I promise I will not play your game, I will not heed your warnings, I will not believe your “truths”,listen to yours media,be they Fox or MSNBC, for in the words of the Sufi master Al Hallaj, ” Ana al Haqq” I am truth. So be it, now and forever,creation without end, Amen