…with Patrice. I surrendered and followed her to Centro Historico where she took this picture. It was the day before the Day of the Dead. Needless to say, I fell in love with Mexico in a deeper fashion. The ancient past and how it colors the present. Mexico is like no other place that I have been. All the way down to the 400 naked demonstrators near Plaza Bellas Artes….brown brown bodies painting the rush hour traffic….quite amazing. Now I find myself in beautiful San Francisco….the weather is divino and tomorrow I will see Savita and take her to the hospital for, I believe, a check-up….I love my dear friend. She sounds so vulnerable. Her illness really hits home and touches my vulnerability and my sense of impermanence. I feel this sense of fear around my own death. Why can’t I pay more than lip service to the inevitable? There are so many lessons….I must remind myself of that which is endless…the place where Bhagwan touched me so many years ago on that marble floor in India.

A lone Faerie Reveler
arose from the mound
Pointing to the Northern Lights
Above the Mother Ground.

"Beware! Beware!
those naughty Druid priests!
Your hearth without a cat
will never be complete".

I met an old man
a traveling one day
he stopped an'opened an empty hand
that revealed the Magic Way.

The Map to the Forgotten
reveals the Trusted Ways
For our land has become sodden...
let's return to the Old Ways.

Life is good as the seasons change here at our groovy time capsule.  The other day these great people showed up for lunch and one of them was a great photographer from Norway named Ole Jacobson,  He took a number of really great photos and it was fun to be photographed by a pro.  We were howling.  I am not going to go into details…I will only allow speculation at this time…however, Jimmy Ray was watching and later told me that he is going back into the woods for awhile…to allow perculation.  He wants me to get on the stick and not rely on him for motivation on the chapel.  I have been putting things off…but I was told once…Love is All You Need…and I certainly have that with Richard and all the animals, friends, and the Ramirez family…Love…the Chapel will happen.

….who is Sponge-Bob Square Dick?  I mean, I am speechless.  The words that come out of that little grandmother in Camarillo California….you would think she was once a bike messenger.  As my mother would say…"My Word"!!!!!!!  On another note……it got down to 32 degrees last night here in La Cieneguita…..that is a VERY early frost.  Well, I felt I had to change the subject and not diss that sweet grandmother square Bob….I mean she has lost a lot of weight…and I heard she looked better than Paul Grace who had multiple face lifts and a dye job…come on, Paul, it is OK to be 60…what is there to hide…why hide a good life?
Why look at Richard and I……….

The last post had a photo of me…taken in jest…Everyone freaked…I guess I am the only one with a shadow amongst a civilization of brilliant enlightened angels….Am I the Anti-Christ?…Benjie doesn’t think so….She and Stan and Richard are updating my website while I freak everyone out….Benjie gave me a kiss! I tend to agree with Benjie…I am a lovable curmudgeon with a slight edge and a bit of baggage…But I travel …Light