Fantasy
I find comfort in the world of VM*.
VM* radiates memories
and truth mixed with emotions, fiction and fantasy.
Colorful ribbons stream from the center of my
mind. Like drops of water in a colored fountain they shoot up toward the
sky and fall back into the shimmering pool.
From the darkness to the first light and then
back to the darkness, our mind is in constant motion. Creating the objects
of our affection. Working the patterns of thought into memory. Eventully
being paid for our patterns of thought.
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The Concert
VM*The dark
grey, the golden brown, gave way to bright green grasses of spring. The
blossoms of pink and lavender laced the small trees. The fever to get out
of the office and into the soil was in everyone's mind. This was the scene
when Lou bowed before his concert, the date of 2000 will forever be etched
in my memory. Morningstar had never seen such splendor of spring color.
The concert could not have happened on such a nicer day. We sat and waited,
the orchestra tuned their instruments. Lou entered the stage, bowed and
sat at the piano. The blue sky was his backdrop. Ramon stood tall and raised
his baton. He dropped his baton to the splendor of George Gershwin's
" Rhapsody in Blue". Lou was lost in the music,
his fingers were one with the piano. We all stood, sat and listened to
the harmory of earth and sound. The music came out of our mouths, we were
quiet and emotional. We were taken for a ride of rhythm and harmony. We
sat and listened.....We were happy..... We sat and listened..... We were
one.... We listened to............ George Gershwins "Raphsody in
Blue".
After intermission the orchestra tuned again.
Lou sat at the piano. Ramon came out with applause. The Angel of Morningstar
came out, more applause, with her violin. She sat at the first chair. Ramon
raised the baton and down it came. This was the first concert of "Layla"
by Eric Clapton. The violins enchanted us with their pounding rythm's,
we were carried off with a well known melody. Sounds poked the sky with
intensity, again we were carried off with a well know melody, that was
lost in turbulance. And then the peace entered the world around us. We
were happy..... We sat and listened..... We were one with the time at hand.
VM*
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Cycle to Work
VM* They had come
to work the soil, they had answered the add that said.
"Young people needed to labor for the love
of the earth, eat what you sow. Learn about your life while working in
the Garden. A great opportunity for the self awareness of your being. A
learning skill about labor and life. What you need for peace on this planet."
So they had come to till the earth, to work for the goodness of mankind.
To reap what you sow, back to the land, to cleanse the soul with labor
and love. Their hoes dug into the clean organic earth, cleanliness dripped
from their bodies. They had never felt this good in their entire life.
They were pounding the earth with their hoes.
"Do wa ditti, ditti dom, ditti dom", echoed off
the sides of the canyon. There was no money involved, the add had
said, "labor for the love of the earth, eat what you sow." That they did,
a bowl of rice and some vegetables, some soy sauce. Wheat or oats in the
morning, honey to sweeten the day/mind. They were learning a lesson, the
lesson of human health, organic farming and the labor of love. Before winter
they would head back to the city, cleansed of the inorganic thoughts of
the city, free to labor for love, not money.VM*
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Allusions/illusions of Grandeur
Who decides what is right, history? The Laws?
What are allusions/illusions of Grandeur? What is canon? Who rewrites the
books? Who sits at the great oak table and decides our fate?
Well cowboys, it might as well be us. Is this
blasphemy? What is blasphemy?
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An assumption
Jan walked across the Elegant Golden Hall to the window, she stepped out onto the Cream Marble Balcony and looked out over her Realm of God. The wet green trees were a sight to see, the sun shimmering off the green leaves and brown branches. She adjusted her lavender silk robe, it lightly moved in the breeze. She enjoyed the scene before her, pulling the spring smells into her breadth. A sigh is whispered into the air.
Jon walked across the hand cleaned earth floor, taking each step as it was his last. Arriving at the worn wooden window he look out over his realm of god. The wet green trees were a sight to see, the sun shimmering off the green leaves and brown branches. He adjusted his neat tattered robe, his hand sliding across the brown prayer beads. He enjoyed the scene before him, pulling the spring smells into his breadth. A AUM is whispered into the air.
These beings are moving in the world around/before
them. Who is to assume who will rise to the hill or step toward the valley.
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A Picnic at Wheelers
VM* Golden movement,
up and around.
Silk to the eye, delicate to the touch, a warm
aroma.
A sense of well being.
Absorbing light through the eyes of thought.
We sit and stand assembled on the hill, the wind
blows mildly through the proud tan lace.
The Golden Poppies reflect the sun, they wave
to the breeze.
We watch across the canyon, we see the movement
of deer in the green grass.
We gather friendship together, a family standing,
sitting in the summer breeze.
No one breaks the spell, space is what was needed.
The children pull on homemade kites, the colors
of rainbows sweep across our sky.
Someone is painting a picture in the far distance.
Swirls of pleasure radiate from our being.VM*
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VM*Well after fifty
years of hearing David Talk about VM*.
Laurel and I decided to drive west and see for ourselves. We flew our Mustang
into Bay Airfloat. Rented a couple of HealthBikes and off we went. What
Ramon had said was true the VM* signs on the
freeway were clear and concise. The arrows pointed in the direction we
wanted to go. They led us to the Golden Arcs just across from VM*.
We had worked up a good appetite, we were hungry, so we stopped at the
Golden Arcs for some water and some miso rice. After Lunch we moved across
the highway. We parked our HealthBikes at the parking lot and walked across
the lot (G22) (I always forget where we park?) to the main gates at
VM*. The long lines were annoying, but patience is a virtue. As
we entered, we paid and we were garland with flowers, beads and sandals.
After paying again we walked up the winding road to Lou's Cabin, I heard
music coming from the cabin. We looked in one of the portals/windows and
saw Lou Playing his BabyBlackGrandPiano, people were pushing against us
wanting to look also, the sounds were delicate and grand, spaced and timed.
We were pushed and moved along, we were moved in the direction toward the
barn, I saw smoke coming out of The Teepee. It was all lit up it was to
our right. I told Laurel that I wanted to go in, we paid again and entered.
"Take a Toke of Chongs Last Lassie Smoke"
"Man this is Good Shit"
was written above this huge foot long joint. We did..... We were sitting
on the grass looking at The Teepee EXIT sign. Laurel said something about
the movement in the sleeping bag. We stood and walked toward the barn,
we looked in, paintings were hung everywhere, paisley garlands were hung
in exotic splendor. Warm smells echoed off our senses. Were we moving to
fast? Warm smells echoed off our senses. Were we moving to fast?
Things were repeating themselves. I shook my head in disbelief as
we walked the path into the redwoods toward the lower house we passed an
image of Ramon, deep in mediation, far off in the rusty redwoods. He was
standing or sitting depending on your memory, suspended a foot above the
ground, spinning slowly, in trance, looking toward the sun with a misty
rainbow in view. We followed the path to the lower house, Laurel said the
lower house was nicknamed "BUZZ". We paid at the door and walked in. We
saw the Wall of Embers, it moved as mysteriously as a fire. You could stand
and watch forever. We entered the dinning room, which was called The Circle
of Friends, these were the earliest group of people that had dined there.
They had a meeting of minds and friendship and they had gathered around
the dinner table. This was created for our senses to see. I could not recognize
very many there. The image of Lou was to my right and the image of Ramon
was to my left. The room was lit by candle light, the Wall of Embers and
moonlight. There was a set of footprints between Lou and Ramon, as was
a space between them, the idea was for you to stand and complete the circle
with your hands and body. Laurel said "Go ahead, you'll get a buzz!" "Yeah
right" I said. I stepped to the worn metal footprints, reached out and
grabbed Ramon's hand and then I grabbed Lou's. An emotion I had long forgotten
entered my inner being. The sharing of wealth and soul poured from my heart.
A smile blossomed as the light entered my deep well of being.....
Laurel said ,"Are you O.K.?", as an attendant helped me to the door. I
said quietly to myself. "Far out!"
Laurel said she wanted to go up to the upper house and see "The Brownee
Factory" and later "The Bag of Blue Cheer". We stopped an bought two T-shirts.
Laurel's shirt had a picture of Ramon looking at the sun/rainbow and mine
had a picture of Lou playing the grand piano. She also got a patch skirt
for Allison. We also bought a C.D. disk scrapbook of VM*
You may be able at some future time get the Morningstar
Scrapbook CD at the The Morningstar Homepage.
