A gap between thoughts

10.14.2012

A slivered moon on the eastern horizon, the sun rises, mountains pink peaks, low winds, chilled air, good morning Sunday.  No baseball game on, who in the world would watch badminton singles instead of ALCS baseball in October?  Please.  No score in the fifth.  The American woman in room four is still here, she takes off her hat this morning.  The Swede in room five, ok, he’s not a German, who the hell can tell anyways, he’s still in room five.  At three this morning locals came and are in rooms two and three.  No doubt we’ll find them thrashed.

 

 

Well, what in the world am I going to do today?  There’s still a rock-pile in the lower garden.  Ok let’s clean three rooms.  And coming out too early has given me a cold.  But the rooms are clean and not listening to Maya paid off with the rooms full.  Ke Garne? 

Meanwhile, in the dining room some entertaining tourists are here.  To be gracious I will not write about Amir and his wife and their daughter/cousin and her child in their presence, and the names I’ve already forgotten except for the man who looks like Osho.  What can we talk about?  Shamanism, Israel, and crazy things that no one understands.  The older single woman in room four, the one who waited while we cleaned it, left soon after , a family of three, Norwegians perhaps, take two, a couple of fellas I don’t know are in one, and I guess Amir and his group are in room three.

A stuffed nose.  It’s been a while.  A headache from too much smoke?  Ten not ready seeds have anything to do with the headache?  I’d rather not go up again but it’s early.  Silence is good.  Maybe all the talking with Amir, using parts of my brain I haven’t used in a while got some exercise and now it, the brain wants to sleep.  I’d like to sleep, and I’d like to dream. 

Because I never dream.  I did a few times in Oman and I dreamed a few times in Turkey but I haven’t here and I don’t know why.  Laxman’s sister works in Tel Aviv and there she was on the iphone, Ama is talking to her, and then Ama gives the phone to Amir and his wife and he’s shocked to be talking to a Nepalese who lives in his country, and the woman’s mother is right next to him.  Amir is learning and enjoying it. 

10.15.2012

Every day is a weekend here.  Even when I work it’s better than what I’d do elsewhere.  So?  The gap between thoughts is about to close on human history and when it does this experiment will be done.  Unless of course I am wrong and only my own ‘experiment’ on earth will be done and the rest of ya’ll will go on.

 

 

Great fatigue today.  Played football with Suman and untangled a fishing rod, put away dishes, cleaned refuse of leaves and litter from under the upper garden bushes of rose and jasmine.  John, how about a lassi, say a Bhang lassi and it sure tasted like there was chocolate in it.  I don’t think there is anything that is going to have an effect on me anymore.  Neither mushroom or datura or bloody bhang does anything to me.  And I can only conclude that the moment I peaked, the moment I believed that the Messiah had returned, nothing else even comes close and I’ll never experience such unity in everything again, at least before December 21.

The day is almost done.  A brief shower this afternoon, cool temps, Amir and his family are camped in the dining room. One glass of Raxsi with the man is enough, heavy feeling, an easy going looking for quiet soon kind of feeling.