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A FEW EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK:
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT! - One Primate's
Search for Intelligent Life
The experienced below happened a
few days before I left for Marine Corp Boot Camp at Parris
Island, South Carolina
Indian Mystic Visits In My Dream
In
the early part of September (I think it was on the eleventh but
my journal is smudged so I am not sure), I woke up from a sleep
from the familiar vibratory feeling. I did not have the glowing
in my head, but the other sensations were like what I had
experienced on the couch in my parent’s living room. I felt as
though my non-ordinary self left my body. I was not in a
position to see my body on the bed or any part of what I was
familiar with. Instead I seemed to be transported suddenly to
what appeared to be a
tropical
area of the world but I was not sure where.
I was
approaching a man that was lying on his side with his legs
folded together at odd angles.
He was wearing a loincloth
of sorts and he had a meager plaid pattern blanket over his
shoulders. He had a very large head with broad features and
piercing dark eyes and very prominent and heavy brows. His nose
was large and broad and his mouth was wide with prominent lips.
He was balding with very close-cropped white hair and his face
was covered densely with very close-cropped white beard. He
still had a lot of dark peppering of hair throughout his beard.
His ears were very large (Almost as large as my Uncle’s Jose’
ears) and they stuck out noticeably from his head…like the radar
dishes…just like my uncles” I thought.
His body was very
odd; reminding me of a large spider…his body was very thick,
flabby in the trunk and his arms and legs appeared to be flabby
yet thin in comparison. He was very supple and flexible judging
by the odd positions he was holding himself in. He was chanting
in a singsong voice that was in a language I could not
understand. I think it was a language spoken by the people of
India. As he was chanting I saw that he had perhaps five teeth
left in his mouth. He seemed not to be embarrassed in the least
of his almost toothless smile. There was a group of people
around him and their manner towards him was of reverence. They
were dressed in robes, and clothes that also indicated to me
that I was in India…or at least my non-ordinary body, or dreams
thoughts were in India.
As I came closer to the
group, the man who was the center of attention put his full
attention on me and smiled at me with his gapped toothed smile.
He said something to me by I could not understand in his
language…however as his words were externally indecipherable to
my ears…I heard the words in the interior of my mind, “Welcome,
I know you…and now I see you.”
I was startled by his
saying that he knew me…I certainly did not know him.
He spoke again and his
words I heard sounded like gibberish and yet I heard in my mind,
“I am saying farewell to all my brothers and sisters...to all of
God’s children.” “Are you here to see me off?”
I said to him, “I don’t
know who you are and I don’t know what you mean?”
He laughed showing more gums
than teeth and he said, “That’s okay, God knows who you are and
he knows what you and I mean.”
He seemed to introduce
himself by pointing and saying a few Indian words that sounded
like a person introducing their full name, and only thing I
understood in my mind was that he seemed to say father something
or another. The only word in his language that I remember is the
word or name Baba, or some such thing. Despite his exterior
homeliness, he seemed to radiate an energy that bespoke of
beauty, purity, and I felt I was in the presence of a holy man,
or even a saint. His eyes were twinkling and piercing. He seemed
as if he could see to the depths of my soul. I felt his gaze
both unsettling and yet comforting.”
He said, “I am going away
and my brothers and sisters are saying goodbye until we are
together again.” “Why are you here?”
I
said, “I don’t know”
His
laugh was musical, “You don’t know?” “God knows why you are
here… you are here because I am leaving.” “You are here, to
listen to what I have to say to all of God’s children.” The
saint said, “Please always remember, that all religions are the
same.” “They all lead to God.” “God is everybody…the same blood
flows through us all, the arms, the legs, the heart, all are the
same.” “See no difference, see all the same.” He continued and
said, “Love the poor…serve them.” “Give everything to the poor,
even your clothing.” “Give it all away.” “Jesus gave it all
away, including his body.” “Feed everybody.” “Give not only food
for the body, but also food for the heart, give direct and
unconditional love.” He smiled and then he said, “You should
love everyone as God, and love each other.” “If you cannot love
each other, you cannot achieve your goals.”
He motioned to the people
that had been sitting around him and one at a time they
approached him and put a basket or article of food near him and
then they made an odd gesture and supplicated themselves in
front of him. With one of his unusually shaped hands he tapped
them on the top of their heads and muttered something to them.
Each person stood up and backed away respectfully with a look of
rapture on their faces. He motioned to me to come forward.
I was self conscious that I had
nothing to offer. I said, “I don’t have anything... I am sorry.”
He smiled and said; “Come.”
And I emulated the others by kneeling and bowing my head towards
this wondrous enigmatic saint. He murmured, “Remember…do not
forget.” He touched the top of my head with his hand and I felt
a jolt of blissful energy rush through my non-ordinary head and
body... I exploded…or perhaps more like expanded into
nothingness… into everything. I woke up in the early morning
feeling blissful and perplexed. This was one of the strangest
and most vivid of dreams and I was not sure as to what it
meant…if anything.
Years later, I was to hear
some theories from a few of the mentors that I would meet as to
what this experience meant. At the time, I thought it might have
been brought on by the new stresses and realities that have
become a part of my life.
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(EXODUS)
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(REVELATIONS)
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(JUDGMENT DAY)
ADVENTURES IN MARINE BIOLOGY
THE MARINES: GOD'S CHOSEN
WARRIORS
VINCE'S GYM
CONVERSATIONS WITH NEO
NEO TEACHES ME THE ART OF WAR
& PEACE;
His Version of The Matrix
MEMORIES OF MY FATHERS
ZEN & THE ART OF RESISTANCE
TRAINING:
A Yogic & Scientific Approach To Weight
Lifting
ZEN & THE BIOLOGY OF
TRANSCENDENCE:
The First Matrix of Psychic
Phenomena
ZEN & THE ART OF KINESIOLOGY:
The Yogic & Scientific
Approach To Movement
ZEN & YOUR ENERGY SYSTEMS
ZEN & VARIOUS ASPECTS OF
TRAINING
MOST PEOPLE TALK BULLSHIT:
One Primate's Search For Intelligent Life
(GENESIS)
HOMEPAGE
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