Thursday, September 22, 2005
THE 7 - FOLD PATH
my wife has a friend whom i call Mr. New-Ager. he is always going on about the "universal mind", blah, blah, blah; and the "realized consciousness", yada, yada, yada. i'm sure you know the type.
well, the wifey stunned me with the news that Mr. New-Ager had belonged to a cult. and there had been a scandel with the guru involving finances, young boys and man-to-man sex!
in fact, i was so stunned by this piece of gossip that instead of inhaling, i exhaled just as i was laying flame to the last bit of Lebanese blond hash.
the nugget popped out of the bong, rolled off of the coffee-table, bounced twiced on the hardwood floor and then was immediately pounced upon and devoured by Fido. Fido is, of course, my wife's genetically designed toy chihuahua.
i thought about a story my mother recently told me: she was visiting a friend and workmate. my mom's friend had a baby who was across the room asleep in her crib beneath an open window. suddenly a cat appeared on the window-sill. from there it jumped in the crib and began to lick the baby's face. the baby's mother ran over to the crib, snatched the cat by the neck and hurled it out the open window. 6 floors up from the street.
i looked at Fido and the then glanced at the window behind him. it was shut and the blind was partially drawn. i looked at Fido again.
he is one very lucky dog.