12.12.2012
Heavy wind
and rain and clouds greet the auspicious day.
Am I a betting man? Do I know a
thing about numerology? Not a chance. The calendar date has no merit with people
who follow the lunar one, far older than the ones used in New York and
London. The Thais were at the top and it
was cold, ten degrees colder and we could have had snow. Now the sun is out, all the clothes and
sheets hanging that didn’t fall are up again.
Last night lights out at seven thirty, Laxman came by and we finished
the Finnish and pistachios and that was it.
I think the day at the threshing floor and the previous three going up
and down to Pokhara did me in. Now, mid
morning, the Malay’s return, up at the top since six am, very cold the man who
would like to smoke gangi says, oh sorry my friend I am out. The Thais are gone with their big cameras and
it is quiet again.
I bought a
copy of the tree of life for three bucks in a mall. Is it any good? I haven’t watched it yet and right now, after
straightening and cleaning the beds in rooms one through five it is about time
to eat. The best soup ever was had this
morning, chicken and lemon and vegetables with a right on broth and two bites
of a pancake I was too full to touch too much of and that was five hours
ago. Let’s poke around in the
kitchen. There are trucks rumbling
below.
A very very
nice sunset at the top. Cold but dressed
well enough before sprinting down back to room six. Two French men are in room five. Standing towards the sun setting ever closer
a pretty French gal came to my right and I turned and looked at her and it took
about two seconds before she realized I was not her companion and we laughed
and turned and he stood there and I said we look alike.
Ah, French
women. Audette in Leh is still my
favorite, which isn’t saying much because I have only met two French women my
entire life.
I will have
to apologize on the morning of the 21st, or should I apologize the
day before for my crazy writing. I will
be so ashamed. Thank God life right here
between every letter is only coming from my hands and doesn’t represent who I
am in the fresh flesh and blood. Wait,
that’s not true? In the last five months
how many people have you told face to face?
I’ll have to
think about that one, but one thing bothering me today, is, if anything
happens, anything, will the event invalidate all the faiths? That is heavy because that can’t happen. Supernatural revelations between man and the
universe have never happened? They have,
how can they have not throughout human history?
Internal revelation, external revelation and my favorite for now, for at
least nine more days, is the middle revelation.
Specific
revelation, general revelation. Judgment. John, eating mushrooms on an island, forsees
one hellava heaven, doesn’t he? Are we
going to see his psychedelic paradise or will heaven be to each his or her
own? We shall see.
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