Thanks Barry! I enjoyed your goggles piece too.
--- In [email protected], turquoiseb <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Great stuff, Curtis. And happy birthday. > > --- In [email protected], "curtisdeltablues" > <curtisdeltablues@> wrote: > > > > So I'm walking to the dome trying to keep my cashmere shawl out of the > Iowa cow pie infused dust (as everyone knows I'm a never miss dome guy), > and I pass by an Indian man with Shiva-like Dreads (you know the other > Rastas) and he is whimpering at his hand. As I get closer I see that he > has a large thorn stuck in his palm. His other hand is being held up by > an atrophied arm in the air for tapas to garner a boon from the > capricious gods who have the lust for the bizarre like a judge in the > first rounds of America's Got Talent when they cart out all the wackos > to traumatize them in front of a national audience. > > > > So you can imagine how conflicted I felt knowing the POLICY. I mean > the guy can't use his atrophied arm and I never go anywhere without a > pair of tweezers due to my policy of preemptive attack on my uni-brow, > so I am obviously the right guy to lend a hand. But I don't want to let > the world down if I get bounced from the dome so I don't jump right in > but ask him "excuse me sir but do you happen to be a saint?" > > > > "Why yes, I am considered a saint in my Shaivist tradition for my > years of tapas and the fact that I walked here from India on the ocean > floor using my extreme pranayama techniques that allow me to breath like > a fish. I am so close to my Lord that I even indulged in a bit of a > menage with Parvati and him one time after one too many chillums on Mt. > Kailash. Could you please help me kind sir and remove this thorn so I > don't have to stop my arm holding which is highly pleasing to the Lord > and is among his youtube favorites?" > > > > Thinking about the weight of the world on my own shoulders with my > dome responsibilities I had to think quickly. I remembered an old > Navajo Indian (I know Native American, Native American) trick I had read > about once and proceeded to give it a try. I ran away sticking my > fingers in my ears and saying "LA LA LA LA LA LA", and sure enough I > soon found that his voice faded in the background just as the ancient > story described. (Note to self, try out their method of squaw > acquisition from neighboring village next) > > > > So I am getting closer to the Golden Orbs and am with great restraint > NOT referencing them as huge golden ta-tas because I have used that joke > here one too many times, when I hear a tiny voice that seems to be > coming from an open well. As I approach I distinctly hear a female's > voice coming from the well alternating devotional bhajans with pleas for > help getting out of the well. "Sonovabitch, not again" I hiss to > myself. Having learned something from my last encounter I didn't lean > into the well so she could see me but just shouted "Are you a saint?" > > > > A tiny voice responded "yes kind sir I am known as the hickey saint > and my followers are all marked from my divine cherries on their necks. > Having identified another threat to my own divine mission of saving the > world while leaning against a backrest I thought fast. > > > > Making crackling noises with my mouth I said "I'm sorry you are > breaking up, please call back later when I am out of this dead zone." > > > > Quite pleased with myself I hoofed it to the dome, got in a fight with > a new guy who tried to take MY spot (my back rest serves as a mighty > mace when swung properly), adjusted my comfy shawl around my shoulders, > and promptly fell asleep. > > > > Just another day in the life of the man who is saving the world. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In [email protected], Denise Evans dmevans365@ wrote: > > > > > > Â Of course one doesn't "have" to spend a dime....I was thinking > of the word "helping a saint" in the larger context. Â I helped > myself in the production to keep things running smoothly in that I did > some simple kitchen duty. > > > There was encouragement to spend $$, of course...donate to the > organization..purchase educational materials, etc. Â That's O.K. Â > > > > > > --- On Tue, 6/28/11, Ravi Yogi raviyogi@ wrote: > > > > > > From: Ravi Yogi raviyogi@ > > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Help a Saint - Lose Your Badge > > > To: [email protected] > > > Date: Tuesday, June 28, 2011, 2:18 PM > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Â > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In [email protected], Tom Pall <thomas.pall@> wrote: > > > > > > > > On Tue, Jun 28, 2011 at 11:30 AM, Denise Evans dmevans365@ wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I don't pretend to understand....but how does one "help" a saint > > > > > anyhow....except for giving $$ perhaps to organization. > > > > > > > > > > How did your visit to Amma go? > > > > > > > > > > - > > > > > > > > > > > > > It depends on the Saint. SSRS requires no help. There's no > orchestration. > > > > Saint Amma, OTOH, requires lots of logistics to handle the > multitude, > > > > change money in the temple, run the store, help out at > initiations, cook and > > > > serve food, herd the multitude, get people in position then out of > position > > > > as quickly as possible for their hug and Ma, Ma. Gotta shine her > silver > > > > crown and all that stuff. Heck, a visit from Amma makes a visit > from the > > > > Pope look tame and uneventful. > > > > > > > > > > > > > You liar, you don't need to spend a dime to have Amma's darshan. > > > > > >
