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12.3.12

I may not receive a warm welcome this chilly morning.  Laxman and I drank our separate ways last night and Maya was anything but pleased.  The man in room three came to the diner after eight, the kitchen was closed, the woman already in her protest bed, Laxman I don’t know, and after three cans of San Miguel at Shiva’s well I’d say I was ready for an early turn in.  Lakeside today.  Western Union what else, maybe breakfast if I can’t get a cup of tea.

The second best offense in the NFL is 4-8?  Yawn to the third power.  Why feel so miserable and dejected?  Throw that tv out the window.   We’re all in sync here and it’s time to walk down the mountain.

The heavenly realms.  I saw colleagues in each of the three realms.  In the animal realm, the earthly realm, and the royal realm and their auras identified where they they’d be heading.  And there was one who was once in the realms but is now on the precipice of that dark area that swallows sound. Is it hell, is it annihilation, is it the lowest form in the reincarnating wheel.  I don’t know and it doesn’t matter how evil is taken care of, right? 

Let’s see here, in the spirit world there are no affiliations, they are told what to do by the Om-God dude above them.  And your spirit sees the future, sometimes in a blink of an eye you make a decision your spirit should be there to guide you away or give you the answer.  At least that’s how it ought to be.

I see Suraksha coming up the steps holding hands with the woman who is married to Sumjana’s brother, number ten in the order.  The sister in law looks up and the precocious one is in the vicinity.  A Gorka beer, a plate of egg fried rice and lots of Tabasco and organic weed that once grew next to lovely red flowers and a conversation with a woman from Malaysia who sat across from me thanks to Maya.  She had a Theroux book. And an eye phone 4s.  Hmmm, the bookmark indicates who’s winning, honey.

Sunset comes and goes and the French ladies react together when the internet goes off.  You’re addicted to this, look you missed the sunset.  The attractive and quite tired which made her look old one put it down but the other continues to play with it.  Maya calls.  No electricity?  No internet?  Together we are fifty years younger now and the ladies get up and leave.  Mother sings and the child gallops around her and here she comes with new shoes from Nabin. 

The banks told me it is against the government’s law to send money out of Nepal.  By any way.  I didn’t ask him if that included paypal and you had an overseas account.  Ridiculous, dudes.  So, aside from that and a coffee and a piece of made to last a long time apple cake-pie at the Kangaroo Café I entered two supermarkets, stocking up on in cargo of long time bags of Snyder’s flavored pretzels, today Jalapeno and they are saltier than their sea salt and pepper flavored pretzels and then it was back up the mountain.

And to call it a night, Gonga is a girl’s name which is also a river that is combined by other rivers.  It is not a name I have heard before but apparently it is Brahmin-approved and I figured I walked about six and a half hours today and there has been no inspiration for a suitable end of the world party plan. Ke garne.