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| Re: Re: All the premies in Denver snuck out to discos. -- tarvuist | Top of thread | Post Reply | Forum |
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Thanks Tarv for spurring this theme. Too many memories to paste together with any continuity, but certainly the road trips to festivals were the highlight of any ashram premie's life. Once I recall a bro and I got a Drive-Away car from DC to Tucson stopping in Denver to see old friends who had been sucked into that Vortex. I think up-and-comers were tested in that environment prior to being put out to pasture (if they didn't pass muster). No one's lives seemed to improve by getting to work at the Kittredge Building imo. Kind of like a Divine Shake Down Street, you either devoted yourself more devoutly or were hurled out of orbit never to be seen again. But we gleefully went on South-West to ruin this car by destroying the transmission going over Ouray Pass, and knocking the oil filter loose on a logging road near Durango only to peel off stripes of paint with a steam nozzle/car wash near Tucson, before dutifully depositing our chariot back in the hands of the poor unsuspecting lady who owned the car. Those were the days... Then in one cross country trip (Van loaded-to-the-gills) from San Antonio to Miami, I had the sweetest time snuggling with my community crush, a Mexican cutie nestled in my arms the whole way while the complainers in the back ate Millennium Bags. And of course Amhurst where the premies at large quickly discovered the river and swimming hole, afterwards pranaming in stereo-vision with the modified (two-at-a-time) Darshan-Mobile. And who can forget The Poconos weekend when Guru Ji arrived in the helicopter to the green lawns of that lakeside resort ? And yes the little red-head premie with the exorcist neck (showing up at all programs) swooping around like a newborn bird hoping for cosmic morsels that only she could see. I used to sneak out of the BroadRipple to go to the discos a few blocks south. One night I met a charming young lady and we danced the night away. At closing I instinctively, did the hands clasped pranam gesture as a way to say "thank you"...yeah I know..pretty lame. Well what do you know ?...She did the same back to me... Turns out she was a local premie (not a swanky British tourist) and she gave me a ride back to my monastery, where I kissed her good night and trotted back to my dorm. Was it bliss or pure silliness, oxygen intoxication, or youthful idealism gone berserk, spiritual fantasy meets phony Indian Carnival ? The only thing that really made sense was name and nectar and that was getting to be a thin excuse for putting up with a lifestyle of pure (albeit fun) chaos. Sooner or later spiritual compartmentalism gave way to cognitive dissonance. I don't believe any sane human being can go on like that for too long..even though a decade (the 70's) passed in the blink of an eye. In some regards I'm glad that I never got to be close to him until the end of my tenure. He ruined everything for me, a mighty clash of internal order that came face to face with a perverted personality disorder. So now I'm happy to be free again and you know what ? I don't care one hoot about that world anymore... The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades. Modified by Manincar at Sun, Jul 30, 2017, 12:30:28 |
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