Thursday, August 07, 2014
SLEEPING WITH A DEAD TYCOON ---BENEATH A PERIGEE MOON
YEAH I DID THAT---THE SITUATION SPOKE --- AND I RESPONDED! ---EINSTEIN'S SPIRIT HOVERED NEAR.
I know there's a holy place near---high on a lonely hill. Yes---that's it---I can drive there.
Nary a soul in sight---but I know the Tycoon is somewhere near.
This is the memorial he built--a replica of Stonehenge as it originally looked--complete with its sacrificial altar stone. I go looking for his resting place.
Somewhere overlooking the majestic Columbia river.
And that tiny village below.
Ah yes, there he is--a man rich enough to own a private cemetery-for-one. a man whose very name is a cliche and you have likely spoken it: SAM HILL----(as in: Who in Sam Hill did this or that )
Meet Sam Hill---a man I admire---a visionary. Read all about him:here
I go back and let the stones and the moment speak to me.
It is requesting intimacy?---not sure what that might mean.
I walk the area---relax my mind--consult my intuition. Shall I camp the night here?---is that what it wants--company?
I wander back inside---darkness descends---the windmills whisper on. Still no answer.
I Watch the perigee moonrise. ( closest to earth)
And rise a bit more. SUDDENLY I GOT THE MESSAGE: IT WANTS ME TO SLEEP WITH IT.
Yes--sleep-- right there-- on the altar stone! I got a rush contemplating it---hurriedly--got a foam pad and a sleeping bag--lay down feeling delighted---this was exactly what I felt drawn to do. As I lay there looking at the sky I saw one tiny curious thing: a white light with about double the brilliance of Venus illuminated directly overhead for about 3 seconds and faded--like a slow wink. Didn't repeat. Found it intriguing--not scary. Resolved to do more of this--to sleep some star-filled night atop my rig and look at the sky.---Things are happening up there. if you look awhile you'll see.
I had a dream but forgot it. But dreams do their work --remembered or not.
Woke with sunrise and took this selfie---feeling satisfied and complete--like I'd had a night with a lover.
I'm guessing that you too have slept on an altar stone---or its equivalent--sometime in your life.
So why do I mention the ghost of Einstein? Because near this spot--June 9, 1918, Astronomer Heber Curtis came here to photograph a total eclipse that would validate or disprove Einstein's theory. His mission was inconclusive because of clouds---but his highly publicized effort made Einstein famous.
RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: I'm glad I did this weird thing---it felt right. Engaging recently with my mystical friend Wayne Wirs influences me to listen for subtle messages wherever I find myself. What if he's right? ---What if there is available to us wisdom and guidance beyond our immediate conscious, thinking--knee jerk mind? What if there's a better guide. I like to think of it as my deepest intuition. Wayne calls it something else.