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.