scientific reincarnation my butt

11.19.2012

A cool breeze in the shade and I am wrapped in a pashmina and now my mouse chewed wool shawl.  Suraksha returned this morning, eyes ok, and Suman left for school.  He will be missed, especially in the kitchen where he has learned to be a very competent cook.  Not bad at 14, dude. 

A group of eight will take the four available rooms.  I placed the Tibetan carpet I bought yesterday in room five and it fits perfect.  A beautifully deep orange with a medallion in the middle and a cool trim.  I kind of wish now I had known about these high pile wool gems ten years ago when I started buying carpets for life in the desert.  Would you like to talk about the desert at all?  Not particularly.

What’s the status of the shaman in Brazil I ask Marcello yesterday while we munched on Batta Sandeko, Paneer Palik and my all time favorite Indian dish Sev Dahi Batata Puri drowning it all with three liters of Carlsburg.  Never more popular than right now.  You don’t know who is real and who isn’t.  Actually you can, you go to the indigenous people, far away from the cities, and the people in the village will tell you who is their shaman.  And when did this sudden trend to shamanism begin, please don’t tell me four years ago. 

President Obama visiting Wa Pho. And there’s Hillary.  Obama.  An island man.  A Kenyan with Irish blood.  I assume sir, that you are aware of what I have said about you.  And you are right, just like everyone  else, I am out of my mind.  The Scientific Reincarnation of Jesus.

Well, how do the Christians diss this?  Pretty easily I imagine.  Saying reincarnation and Jesus together in a sentence ends any understanding and that is sad.  Reincarnation.  Scientifically it makes sense.  How can a Christian deny science when…wait, they deny any science that might cause a tremor in the force, Batman. 

Well, here’s the other thing I want to put on the table.  Assuming I am right and this is it and I feel selfish so selfish singing Maranatha this would call to question the great faiths of Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Jainism, Judaism and who else because no expects a crazy ass ending like I am calling. 

And that doesn’t bother people, now, I think they’re tired of my rant.  I am too.  I want a life again free from this mad thinking.  I am tired and I need a hammock.

In the mean time the water pipe from Dubai works fine.  Huge gagging and coughing follows big hits.  It surely cannot be good for some part of my body.  So why do it?  Well I ate a gram of the stuff with a Malaysian chocolate cranberry bar and I don’t think I have felt its effects at all. Marcello has heard and read about the datura seed and fears one.  I take ‘em thirty at a time and they do nothing.  At the end of this month or perhaps on Thanksgiving day, I’ll grind a few and we can see what happens. 

Are you trying to shock people into making comments?  No, not really, just curious to know if we’re being read that’s all.   

The eight Poles remain in the dining room quietly talking.  Dinner is finished, drinking has almost finished.  The big tough looking fellas drinking Gorka without glasses are finished.  The stars, o, what good comes from blackouts.  A few glasses of Chilean wine and we’re done here.