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| Deer antlers-déclassé crowns-thoughts meandering on my pagan altar |  | ||
| Re: Altars -- roark | Top of thread | Post Reply | Forum |
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In case anyone's interested I still have in my garage, what I wrapped carefully in plastic ten years ago, a 16x20" photo in ornate gilded frame suitable for hanging, of M in full krishna uniform and crown semi-dancing up on stage on the field at Amhurst Guru Puja in 1974 with Marolyn gazing lovingly up at him -- price negotiable. I've offered it here before. Hoping for a sale someday to recover some lost finances from my forty years of most all my best energies given to "service" instead of sensible profit. Or maybe instead someday, to honorably commemorate my meandering but shiny and meaningful path, the thing will go back up on a wall, maybe on the pagan altar up on my fireplace mantle, along with ostrich egg and the deer antlers I found shed high on the cliffs above my place here in the spiritually-antiseptic natural wilderness around my town... No, that photo's too overwhelmingly anomalous. But I was certainly still proud of it when M once long ago took a peek into my living quarters and could see this image of himself as glorious Krishna commanding the wall space of my tiny rented studio. I think he actually even by then thought I was a bit balmy to be keeping it so prominent that way and very déclassé, behind the times of the coming era as he would shed the blatant crown and accept the more current accolade of "ambassador of peace" for better business that does more commerce...or maybe it doesn't sell as well as did the crown. Roark, I very much like your sense and meaning in the vignette there all about something like a wholistic memory-field of life wherein the negatives are acknowledged yet not obsessed, so as to be sanely balanced out into overall gratitude. (Well done in these troubled times -- these 350,000 years of primate history.) I suppose I can be said to "resonate" with the feeling.  But, speaking of resonating with ideas, I could never quite figure what it could possibly actually mean to "disconnect from one's self" -- Self, that flickering ever-changing and temporary phantom [which your zen abbot carefully and excellently deconstructs, Mike, and...] which everyone gets so tied up in for a quick 50-60-70-80-90 years before vanishing like magic. I guess maybe a disconnect could happen when you could suddenly or too violently re-invent yourself along the way without a hand to hold (such as this site serves for many of us who read here)... now for me seems all coalescing in the river of time are the pagan antlers and krisha suit, proximity to then distance from the avatar balyogeshwar, the ostrich egg and lost wealth, exchanging pride for loss, and crown for imitation ambassadorship, plastic wrapped photo in a dusty garage down here next door to the wilderness, and all of it, all of a curious lifetime altarpiece apotheosis. I'll have that egg-nog well corrected with whisky now.... Good Will to all and Happy Holidays to all our family of curious and sometimes gentle creatures -- from tarvuist Modified by Tarvuist at Tue, Dec 26, 2017, 16:05:37 |
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