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am 11:17 Sunday 4 January 2004
I saw Lord of the Rings: Return of the King yesterday evening,
and three hours into the movie, when the King was crowned, he sang
a chant, which was very interesting to me. The words and music triggered
a memory of another chant I learned at Arica, in 1971, which went
something like this: "Ar-ta-num mar-ti-ham ta-rum, Bi-sa-num,
Bi-ti-ni-sa-num, Mar-ti-ham ...."
That weekend, in suburban Boston, I cornered the group leader on
the last evening, and asked him, "How do I know this is a real
group?" and he said, "You're impressed by me, aren't you?"
I mean, that was his answer!
The night before I had discovered a roomful of group leaders sneaking
marijuana, one of whom told me not to tell, and later that evening
I managed to get two women I had never met before to undress and
make love to me, together!
Except they were very unsophisticated, and thought it was a one-after-the-other
type of experience, and frankly, never make love to the prettiest
one first!
Anyway, since my dreams seem to be coming true recently, I found
last night's dreams (Pretty interesting) I manage to get off the
truck first, and start checking things out around me. When I finally
go back and let Achilles off the back of the truck, he goes to a
marsh area and starts drinking the water. Hmmm. I'm not sure that's
the right water for him to drink. (Fin)
(Dream) Someone sort of like Whitney asks me to carry a vase, or
something, up to her room, and I follow her orders ... (The
dream suddenly breaks off)
(Dream) A beautiful woman greets me on the marbled floor and
tells me I'm to meet the Bishop and my stepfather to discuss why
I never finished college, and I go off driving the wrong way through
the marbled causeways, and finally zoom back to the area near the
gate and find a place to park on the bright, marbled floor.
The Bishop, dressed in a formal suit, expresses some displeasure
with my being late, and as he escorts me with an air of thin civility
many people take for genuine friendliness, brings me in to the antechamber,
where some discussion is going on as to why I have been following
a Russian group. "The Russians' Philosophy ..." they are
saying, (And the dream breaks off).
Lying in bed, about half an hour ago, I laugh at the lie built
in to the last dream: I mean, weren't we supposed to be discussing
people who dropped out of college, like Bill Gates and Tiger Woods
and me?
What I am following is not exactly what people would take for a
cult: Closing my eyes, I fall into a (Vision) and see a roomful
of people, and no obvious way out. I know the room is somehow an
illusion, and see a crack ... that's it! I break through. (Fin)
"// /// ///v/ // //. .//.. //./// . /// Virginia
//.. / ./ / .. //. .. .././// .."
"// /.././..././/..//...././///.. No underpants
././///./..//./././///..//"
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