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Among the Monks
Just came home from Thich Nhat Hanh
Peace March.
I have never met this man before or taken time to hear him speak.
I had not planted the Holy Barley seeds that I wanted to plant
and I had the holy water, the Holy Water
from ZamZam with me,
and so this was one more opportunity.
I did have that vision during the night,
and saw Thich Hnat Hahn
watering the seeds.
I did not do the March,
but stayed mainly around the stage area
while they walked.
As the walk started, after instructions,
I was standing to the side
semi blessing folks and holding the Holy Zamzam water.
Rev Michael Bechwith of Agape saw me and said hello.
He looked cute and different in jeans.
I stayed back. I did my own ritual. I did do the mindful walk
in route to the bathroom but then I came back to the stage.
I spent some time putting my shofar and holy water on the stage like
a little Altar and watering the Barley seeds in the energy of lovingkindness
that was very present.
Date: 10/9/2005 10:42:09 AM ( 19 y ) ... viewed 1746 times Breathing in "I have arrived"; Breathing out "I am home."
Breathing in "In the here"; Breathing out "In the now."
Breathing in "I am solid"; Breathing out "I am free."
Breathing in "In the ultimate"' Breathing out "I dwell."
with every step.
Please don't ask me how I did this.
I just uploaded a photo on Jony's PC.
I have never done this before.
Thanks Archangel Gabriel...
So here is the story....
Must have been 40 or more Monks.
It was sweet.
I was sitting in front of one of them
eating this mindful lunch.
Chew your food 30 times--a beautiful meditation.
I was perched aside the stage where the Monks sat.
I gave a piece of lemon verbena to two of them.
I was feeling emotional.
The first 30 minutes alone before I found the Peace March area
of MacArthur Park, I was walking around myself.
Laksmi and Michael dropped me off and then went to get
a parking space. I felt like I made a mistake bringing
my whole fanny pack. I had visions of theft. I grew up
about 20 minutes east of here in East LA. MacArthur Park
has a lot of dark, but it was all lit up today.
Driving it, the alleys were full of
trash, deep trash, that had not been removed for months,
but on the main street, all was spic and span along Wilshire
and Sixth Street.
I was feeling like going home this early morning.
Started to reflect
on all the things I had left at home to do and my messy
bed and how out of balance my isolated experience
seems to be in contract with my public spiritual life when
the Universe is working with and through me and I feel I
am One with All.
I was clear I was not going to drive downtown myself
and I did not have a ride. I am not feeling energy to come
back to town for The Yom Kippur in the middle of the week.
Like stay in San Diego for the first time for this major Jewish Holiday.
I have been with this community for every Yom Kippur for more
than a dozen or so years.
My heart is not into doing the same ol things right now.
Intimacy is calling me, not using my spiritual abilities to get
some momentary highs.
There was a little knock on the door, and then a note was
slipped under the door. Who was this from?
It turned out the Lakshmi, the neighbor, who was letting me know
she would be available after three for some quality time
but I could not read her note,
so I opened the door and when out to ask Jeffrey who had given the note.
I ran over to Lakshmi's house and found out they were about to go
to the Thich Hnat Hanh Peace March. I said I wanted to go
and changed my plans in the NOW.
In the Now was basically his primary message.
He offered me some food first. That was so very sweet.
It was some kind of bun. I have never seen anything like that before.
IT looked homemade.
Then I made a rice cracker with tahini and raw honey.
I gave it to him. He raised his hands to me in a saintly pose...
I am not sure how you describe that Blessing posture...you know...
two hands together kind of like a Namaste.
There was another monk right next to him.
He kept giving me napkins. IT was was very sweet.
He was an older man. We were connected on an energetic level.
I felt one with them, and was facing the monks who were
all seated. Thich Nhat Hahn was to the left of me sitting
on the stage about 15 feet away.
I was in one of my isolation moods, and so this was just what
the doctor ordered, to be part of humanity.
IT was very intimate. Then, I made a rice cracker with Tahini
and honey and went up to the stage and gave it to Thich Nhat Hahn.
It seemed the natural thing to do. He received it with that same
Namaste pose.
The other Monk next to the one I connected with, the one who
kept giving me napkins, and offered me a carrot.
I made him a rice cracker with fixings also.
Then, I gave a note to the Monk who gave me the bun
and some Holy Barley for his garden.
I asked him to bless and water my barley seeds and he poured
some of the Zamzam water on the grains. I took that photo for
The History of Peace on Earth.
Thich Nhat Hahn said many sweet things about the Kingdom
of the Now...not living in the past or the future. I looked
at this book, "Peace with Every Step" I think it is called.
The Mindful Walking was a way of meditation, a way of being
in the Now.
Yes, really good medicine for what I need right now.
There were hundreds of people sitting on the hill,
but my experience at the Peace March was very intimate.
I felt like I made some new friends for life,
although I may never see those Monks again.
Ariella Shira was there and Moshe and some other friends.
I imagine if I tried hard I could have gotten a ride
to where The Teacher was speaking, but I preferred to go home
and take a Shabbat nap that I will do now.
I want to give the photo here to Independent Media in LA
and then go for a snooze off into Nirvana.
I wish I were as content in every part of my life
as I am in the rarified and unusual experiences that
seem to come naturally to me.
IT was so very sweet eating lunch with the Monks of
Thich Nhat Hanh.
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