How about one more time without the typos? Here you go! Master what is the key to life? #2 Whoever said that life isn’t a bowl full of Cherries? Oh, I think it was me. After 65 years of wandering through the desert, only to find an occasional oasis, the drought has been a little arduous to say the least. Not to mention the hellish heat—bitter cold and enforced starvation that this particular environment forces on me. But who am I to complain the vistas have been amazing. But, on my personal quest for fulfillment and perhaps dare I ask, enlightenment I have always been relatively sure there is something important I may have missed. Just what is the truth? Not that I haven’t had my fair share of fun in mix of suffering. But there has just got to be more—what I don’t know but seems to me there just has to be something bigger that slipped through the cracks while I slept. Isn’t it all just about fun? Hell I have probably been to bed with more woman than the most famous basketball players, fun but not exactly the end result I was hoping for. Oh my God the vital essence given away freely could power Las Vegas. Then there is the rapture of nature and all it has to offer, what with the mountains and trees, the rivers, lakes, animal people and the oceans have been just a bit more than an addiction for me since I was a boy. I have managed good times despite the illusive cognition I was hoping for. My God just think of the parties during the 60’s, the music, events and FREE love. There has been no shortage of pleasure what so ever. Not for this man. So what is it that’s lacking? One might ask. God? Universal knowledge, higher awareness, better weed? What? I have travel many roads just as my blood grandfather did- as in his escapee from Russia during the revolution—a book that just has to come out of me one day. I have spent years with a Native Shaman, Leonard J. Mountain Chief a Blackfeet elder of long standing tradition. I met and practiced with Guru’s from just about every sect but still no definitive conclusion as to what this is all about. Even though I trust many Sainted Guru’s—“it’s all about love” and I am quite sure they are right. Only is it love between two human beings, love for nature or some esoteric higher consciousness love that only Swamis achieve after 75 years of mediation in some cave high up in the Himalayas? Kind-a-reminds me of the song from the play Hair—“where do I go”? So, I decided the best place for me to venture off next is the mountains of the Himalayas and find that all truth knowing serine Guru and beg for knowingness and perhaps a cup of soup to go along with a nice chat-for which was sure to be on a freezing ass cold night in the mountains. I purchased my ticket for the flight to far off obscure lands of dreams and fantasy to help cure the drama of “who am I and why.” Once I arrived I found a guide—almost as quickly as I stepped off of the plane. The zut suit taxi driver asks me at the door “hey you are looking for a Master”? I am I replied how did you know? “Come with me I will guide you—no I will drive you!” I wondered how the heck I could get this character—hell I get these types in most city parks all over the world—why him. Okay sure let’s go! A 14 hour drive in the middle of the night and early morning to God knows where-- I am thinking this guy thinks I have money and he just gonna roll me and be off laughing with some hooker in two hours. Suddenly he came to a quit stop at the base of this HUGE, craggy mountain and says sir you are here. Am I, I replied. “Yes sir—no charge, I hope you find what you are looking for.” I eased out of the cab and the driver spun off. Here I am the sun rising—not a soul in site and okay, now what. Within ½ hour after sunrise a man walking a donkey and a cart comes passing buy. Come to see Master, he asked? Why, yes I guess that is what I am doing here, I replied. The old crag offered me flat bread and goat’s milk. Thank you, I am hungry—after all that is my middle name (hunger) and he chuckles. “That way he points, that way up the mountain flow the trails marked this way and chuckled again.” This is nuts I think to myself—how can I get back to the airport and get the hell out-a-here. “That way you will find out what you came for.” And he exited laughing. Okay don’t know if I am in shape for this—but here we go. Climbing this extra rocky steep mountain was what I was expecting, even though I knew at my age I may not be in shape for it. I got up to about 400 maybe 500 feet from where I started and meet up with a British gentleman on his way down the mountain. He stops to offer me more flat bread and a goat’s milk. For what I was truly grateful thinking to myself, does anyone eat any vegetables around here. “That way he says, you’ll find him at the top in front of his dwelling.” About how far I asked? “Not far keep following the trails with signs that say this way” the Brit advised.” I Drew a deep breath and kept walking, climbing, weeping from sore legs and praying the top be near soon. And it was I could see through a clearing just above my final flat spot to stand on I was near the top of the mountain. A gasp for air and a final push forward I reached the top of the mountain. There he was—complete with long white hair and beard. Are you the Swami I came to see? “Yes he replied. Would you like some bread and goats milk he asked.” Emm yes-thinking I would never shit right again, I accepted the offer. “Come sit; tell me why you are here. Certainly you traveled far to come see me? What do you want?” Guru the truth I replied; I want to know what it is all about. The Master sat quiet for several minutes and then replied; life is a game “play the lotto, play the lotto every Wednesday and Saturday for thirty days or until you win. Huh?” I asked, “yes you must win he said.” I said but I already gamble. “You do he asked, on what?” OneGlobePress I replied. “Good continue that he said. Now go home and win.” Ah I wanted to ask him to toss in some good luck. If he could throw in some good luck and people to purchase a book from time to time—sure would make the climb easier! I said to myself as I eased off that craggy mountain. God my legs are killing me—I sure wish to hell this guy had email. Need I mention my books are available at OneGlobePress? Buy you just might be glad you did. Or go climb a mountain. Better yet try walking on hot coals sometime… Peace, Jay
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 16:32:18 +0000
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