no coincidences need apply

8.18.14

6.43pm—I stayed in Pokhara an extra night because the immigration office was closed on account of Krishna the god’s birthday and there was a lot to remember and I didn’t open up my journal, but once, for a grilled cheese, fruit lassi and a cup of milk coffee today at Mike’s restaurant.  Why didn’t I write down anything?  Well definitely doing this everyday makes writing with a pen much more difficult.  I throw journals away or I burn them.  How long do I want my thoughts and gibberish to follow me in print?

Ok, let’s try to recap anything.

1.     1.   A thought walking down the mountain, a question really, just thinking with nature syncing.  Is the Catholic closer to God than the Protestant?  And I’d say hesitatingly, yes.  The protestant pours his life in the Bible, trying to understand it better, eating it, drinking it, buying commentaries to understand someone else’s spin even more.  And the Catholic?  It’s about faith.  A Catholic comes into union with God through the sacraments not through a Bible class that teaches you the Hebrew and the Greek and the customs and the maps and it’s all good knowledge, but the Catholic takes a rosary, goes to church on a Tuesday morning and prays or sits quietly, meditation time.  The protestant takes the sword of faith, the Catholic takes a loaf of bread. 

2.       2. According to an official report in 2011 there were 250 establishments offering accommodation in Pokhara.  Five months ago there was only one construction project in Sarangkot.  Today there are twelve.  If I take this math and apply it to the number in Pokhara there could be as many as 400 plus.  So?

So, I return to Lakeside after learning immigration was closed and I walked around for an hour, it was noon, and it was hot and I was very tired, and I couldn’t decide where to go so I looked at one hotel I’ve walked past a zillion times but assumed (correctly) there’d be air conditioning and that was what I wanted and I walked through the tunnel to the courtyard of the hotel Landmark and in the lobby there was the non-coincidental woman working at reception.  This is an ‘o shit’ moment if it needs to be defined again.  Of all the hotels I walk into the one she is working in.  Well, there was an embarrassing acknowledgement of the divine greeting and I went to the room and crashed for eight hours.   

It’s obvious why this happened.  All I want with this woman is peace.  And for the past five years there has been no talking, no eye contact, nothing but her scowls and my cowering in shadows when we passed each other on the mountain.  So, today, face to face, eyeball to eyeball all I wanted was to see her eyes and she sees mine and all she has to know is, let there be peace. 

If you can think of another reason why the odds could not have predicted I’d go to the one hotel she was working in, I’d like to hear it.  This is, this must be, the work of God if you go all the way up the chain, and  there was intercessory prayer heard through the links and the task is given to?  The 2700 year old shaman?  I don’t know but the effort for there to be some connection, a small gesture, necessary, and  getting to that moment where it was made possible, it is still a most ridiculous ‘oh shit’ moment,  it is hard to believe. 

I could be wrong though. 

From Pokhara I watched the top of Sarangkot enclosed by dark clouds.  It was very Moses like, at the top, cut off from the world below, it’s just you and God, go ahead God share your thoughts.  There was a big rain yesterday, not a drop in the tropical city.  And in the two days I was gone there was rain.

9.20pm

And there is rain now, continuing the number of consecutive days it has rained to 29.

I would like to dream again, though not scary ones.  I read numerous accounts of those who took datura before going to bed in order to experience the dreams in a more hallucinogenic?  Wait a second, can you hallucinate in your sleep?  How would you know the difference between a scary normal dream and a scary I’ve eaten 7 datura seeds kind of dream, consumed now more than five hours ago.

Acha.  An odd question:  how real is a hallucinogen?  It can be real, if you’re seeing guests dead long ago, it isn’t real?  Maybe everyone is simply on the same plane.  If you raise your consciousness with good intentions why would it be considered a hallucinogen if all your aunts and uncles start singing 42, ok that would be a hallucinogen. 

I remember a bird in Amsterdam that was a brilliant shade of purple but it had big eyes and they got larger and smaller and sometimes they crossed and I couldn’t handle it, fearing I was going to break out in laughter because of the big eye bird.

Ok, it’s time for sleep.