
Kishna Das
Jai Uttal

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Shantala
with Benjy and Heather Werthheimer. It was the opportunity to feel love in the most outlandish open and wonderful ways imaginable. As an example when I had returned from the festival to my car to change the clothes that I was wearing I met an attractive young lass who was using the hood of my car as a laundry rack. I did not mind and told her to continue since I was not going to take the car anywhere. SHe asked me to help her get dressed as she was wearing bracelets that needed to be tied. First there was a passionate embrace and a kiss followed by the tying of the bracelets followed by another passionate embrace and parting. This was done in a very slow and delightful way and I certainly enjoyed it.
I watched another supple young woman who was doing yoga exercises with a partner during the chanting. She was balanced on her partners feet . She was also bald and and had a henna tattoo that was different every day one day it looked like a yarmulke , and the next it looked like a exotic sweatband , and third it looked like a crown. There was another woman who was dressed as the Hindu Goddess Kali. With the skulls around her neck and hands as a waistband. Most entertaining.
I stayed with a long time friends in Yucca Valley sleeping out on their patio under the stars in the cool high desert nights.
They have many roles one of them being both are ministers and they had become the caretaker of a homeless man who was ill. He is quite kind and well read on many subjects. He seemed quite intelligent but in talking to him it became apparent that he was something of a lost child who needed care and had not grown up. I gave him some money mainly to help my friends since his leaving would lessen the burden that he imposed .
I also listened to the drama that their lives involved a granddaughter who was illegitimate angry and rebellious . Who was turning from my friends back to her paternal grandparents whose interests seem to be auctioning estates , fundamental Christianity , and plastic surgery. I have a very limited picture I am sure but the suffering is real and the heartache undeniable. The mother is a very attractive young woman who has an affluent boyfriend with whom she is building a house. The boyfriend knows of the child but does not know that it is his girlfriends daughter. Confusing the child and striking a note of emotional dishonesty that draws everyone in.
Interesting drama , but ultimately it is just drama. And both my friends realize that while it is they are caught in it.
I got my big lesson from the family dog. A loyal but very distrustful animal that growls and snaps at everyone. Finding myself getting angry with the dog I realized that I had been taught a lesson of attachment. I started to feed the dog by hand . By open hand not holding the food in the fingers. THe growling ceased . Obvious in retrospect , by being loving and kind suspicions were diminished. It is not a one shot process . Now to discover how that applies to my fellow beings.

While this picture is more complex than what I was seeing in that meditation is does give an example of what the vision was. And it was accompanied by sensation of each of these lines as awareness or energy.
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