MASTERS MOUNTAINS AND MOMENTS
OF
SUPREME MASTERS AND OTHER SIGNS
Strange.
There was a Pepsi truck stalled in the road. In fact there were two accidents
before that. Well, one accident up the way from a forest entrance and many police
cars and such had the highway closed off and their lights flashing in the
overcast day, a day that mixed with the lights somehow felt akin to or
something more like, night. The other truck had veered off the way on a side
road and people were trying to fix it. Not a day for trucks. Not really a day
for travel. I slowed down far behind the Pepsi truck and there was a woman
there who was not ugly or beautiful she was just a female woman, a person, but
she reminded me of the old renderings of what people used to call ‘Gypsy’.
Then, at that moment rather the radio was playing a song about a Gypsy woman and it kept saying, ...sign of the Gypsy Queen.... I
thought it odd, but auspicious, though I didn’t and don’t know what it all
meant. I was just happy in the end to get away from all the commotion and the
dangerous drivers, - those who like to pass just for the sake of passing, those
who pass on hills, on double lines, and so on. They have made the automobile to
surpass the human, meaning the cars can go to fast and the humans are
irresponsible.
I had
been in the woods. Thoughts wandered. I had finally looked up the information
on Superstition Mountain. It said among other things that a Dutchman was said
to have relayed upon his deathbed that he hid his gold in the mountain. There
was also something that mentioned the Apaches believed there was a portal to
hell inside the mountain. This made me think of Supreme Master Ching Hai,
which, with a name like that, I don’t think regular people would believe. But,
after studying for twenty years all these masters, - reading, watching closely,
listening, cross referencing, reflecting, surmising, and so on, - I felt she
was a true master. I don’t know why she adopted that particular moniker though,
because she is the first to give credit to others, to laud and espouse other
masters and teachers, traditions and more. In any event, there is a place where
she said there were this many portals to heaven, and this many to hell, and she
said which countries they were located in and how many of them they were. Apparently
they are about a meter wide each or something. I couldn’t help but wonder if
the Apaches and Supreme Master Ching Hai knew something. And if I remember correctly,
there is a heaven portal, I think one, maybe two,- but I think one, in Canada,-
though I think it is in the middle or out farther towards the west somewhere…
Other
than that the insects were in full bloom if insects can be in bloom. There is
always a new one to see, and
they work incredibly hard down by the dragonfly,
the butterfly, the moth, the snake, the frog, the toad, the ant, the spider,
the wild fern, the feral climbing vine, the little orange flowers in the sun
with sparkles of water, the wild berries blue and red and yellow plus
strawberries, raspberries, the odd salamander or coyote, a pond, a field, a
trodden path, a more secretive path, some farmer’s machinery rusted and old and
sturdy and strong yet that wait and receive the autumnal hues all around and
then the winter snow kissing their wheels and chains while the whole time the
sky shifts and shifts and shifts through the moments, minutes, hours, days,
weeks, months, seasons, years, decades, heck through life cycles and lifetimes
from blue to grey to purple to reddish and cloud and no cloud and angry sad
happy indifferent prosaic enough then intricate and mysterious and even
esoteric and beyond as it lives out thousands upon thousands of moments.
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