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…around the Late Spring of 1978 I finally achieved my rock bottom….I was a bundle of depressed hysteria fueled by drugs, sex and alcohol… I was playing out my drama for a small  nebulous audience under the guise of an "artist/poet". A string of serendipitous circumstances led me out of my guttural niche and I found myself bowing at the feet of a mysterious man in India who gave me the name Anado.  In hindsight, I believe I was afforded the opportunity of a newer "spiritual" identity to heal the troubles that surrounded my True Nature.  Anado is a Sanskrit word implying "No Sound" or "Silence".  I believe that I was given the name as a clue and for 38 years or so I have followed the clue.  That mysterious man was known as Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh when I met him.  I stayed close to his side for 11 or so years. Towards the end of my stay in his Community I began to feel the need to be less attached to this particular teacher and to move forward on my own…A friend once likened this process as getting rid of the training wheels and riding the bike alone balanced on two wheels.  What a profound experience it is to occasionally experience that balance within…I can say in all honesty that the experience of balance is less in the forefront of my Journey and my stumbling personality seems to be leading the way most of the time…But those glimpses…those opportunities of true balance are a constant reminder…a carrot hanging in front of me.  Today as an artist…I still seek that silent bond with the creative force…there is still so much to learn…not about a product or finished work…it is about the process and the relaxation of just doing the work…riding the wave…the artist Marina Abromovic has expressed,

"An artist has to understand silence
An artist has to create a space for silence to enter his work
Silence is like an island in the middle of a turbulent ocean"

It is a matter of returning for me to find that Silence…returning to the Source…bowing at the Feet of my own True Nature…knowing which way the wind blows…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Caucasian Spanish came to this area and conquered, pillaged and raped the population and enforced their religion on the people and have kept them enslaved for centuries. You never see Indian people represented in advertising here in Mexico. The Caucasian popularion is still ruling the masses and the deparity is staggering. This is one of the sources of the drug cartels and crime that plagues not only Mexico but the recipients and the populations of the destination nations that receive and rely on the drugs……the Indian population has been the victim of religious anesthesia…their acceptance of their servitude is saddening…so I rail and rage in my heart and no one is listening but me…such is the state of thing….The Whole World is Not Watching…

 

…there is a video circulating the internet about San Miguel…the #1 City in Latin America…I believe Travel and Leisure Magazine may be behind it….the video depicts two very white  youthful Americans enjoying all the moneyed destinations in San Miguel.  I find all my buttons being pushed.  The disparity here is not addressed…..how many Mexicans play polo?  Where are the brown faces in this video? Where are the streets where there is no sewage?…where are the beggar ladies who are bussed in every day?  In my short time in San Miguel (15 years), I have been very fortunate and blessed to know and engage daily with everyday people…such a gift.  At the same time the video for tourists does not promote this simple pleasure of immersion…I am quite perplexed…'cuz I am still the white guy amongst these beautiful folks…I am gifted by the tourism here like many others…but forgive me if I do not buy into the fantasy world of the Discreet Charms of the Bourgeoisie…..the video that I mentioned above depicts a fantasy life that I find to be a beguiling charade……just give me some truth in light of all the upheaval the world is embroiled in…….

It finally hit me this morning…this event in Orlando had very little to do with ISIL…the man was an abuser and bi-polar…quite possibly gay beneath all of his hatred towards himself and others and he just happened to be Muslim…all this venom is fed by bogus religious dogma and the likes of the Donald Trumps and the right wing white ignoramus good ol' boys and girls….tears tears tears….wash away the hatred…….walk strong…..May All Beings be Free of Suffering…May All Beings be at Peace….May All Beings know their True Nature….'cuz this is all there is….

Years back one of the millions of realtors here in SMA dubbed a certain Colonia as San Miguel's Greenwich Village…two days ago I saw a man casually point a handgun at a truck in broad daylight in said Colonia…the truck sped away…just like in the Village on 6th Avenue back in 1977 when a guy pointed a gun at the crowd waiting in line to see Rocky Horror…I turned and walked away expecting to be shot….but it was not my time…ahhh the highlighted moments of gentrified bohemia….would you like almond milk with your latte?  Strange things happen everyday all over the world including in our fair hamlet…gentrification leads to all sorts of surprises ….the answer for me lies in witnessing my reaction….at first I felt fear because the fellow with the gun saw me…so I just turned around….and walked in the other direction….a bohemian rhapsody in the spring of sciatical step…

….Today I awoke rather late..6:45…maybe it was the tequila and burgers the previous evening with friends…I usually get up around 5:30…Richard was still snoring away and I quickly gathered some clothes together in the dark to dispel the December chill….I went about my morning business:  brushing my teeth, taking a seat on the throne, letting the dogs out, visiting our big dogs at the top of the property, getting myself and the guys started in the studio, feeding the cats, making coffee and breakfast with Richard…and finally sitting down for a warm breakfast.  I noticed the clothes that I had on were various shades of burnt orange and purple-red….I said to Richard, "I look rather Sannyasy this morning (in reference to wearing all oranges and reds for 10 years of my life)…Richard said, "You do…is it his birthday or something?"…and then it hit me…today would have been Bhagwan/Osho's birthday and Richard had no idea of that and I had not remembered the date…a little cosmic tuned in-ness….(Bhagwan/Osho has been a paramount part of my life for close to 40 years….I had lived by his side for 11 years of intense devotion and growth…in 1989 I left his Commune and immersed myself back into the "Real World" after leaving his Ashram in India…I was ever ready to surf this life without training wheels while using what I had learned…he died the following January in 1990)…I ate my breakfast with my Beloved Richard filled with such joy in our most joyful home and exclaimed, "I love being alive"…and Richard felt the same….I go to the Feet of the Ultimate Truth and bow down to the Wonder of all that is Groovy….