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.












3 comments:

rujo said...

Randy..Excellent work- camping there! You're the man! Sending you email. -Roger

Upriverdavid said...

See the Washington State Park on the beach?? I think it's $50. a night for a waterfront site..Something's wrong with this picture, dont'cha think?..I'm surprised you didn't end up in the Goldendale slammer as a transient..They need the $$$
Remember the 30's?
Take care,
David

Anonymous said...

Sleeping like that would scarce the crap out of me.
There are places around here called "power" spots where tourists have been found hugging a rock a week later, completely demented.
Bushman