FollowMy son got back from las vegas monday with stories about a bachelor party weekend. i remember rutgers back in the sixties; a party for frat alums in a newark restaurant basement. eureka. there were just guys and a lot of them. two women entertainers and a frat brother who became one. it was like delta house; brothers bluto and d-day. i was like larry kroger, sitting in the back. my mother would’ve been proud. in grammar school that meant an A in behavior or cooperation. disbelief that my newark report card had that rating. often wonder if i would’ve been diagnosed as adhd today. even as i write this blog, i keep checking the rutgers football message board every few minutes for updates. here goes streams of consciousness. ‘streams’: an appropriate word now. been cogitating about water. the world is running out. so i worry. earthlings consumption of water doubles every 20 years. demand going to pass supply rather soon. pakistan accuses india of diverting water. india accuses china of the same. china water table decreasing. northern india water table down a foot. jordan and syria are quarreling over water access. private companies are getting involved in water business. the UN says water is a given right to the world’s people. alaska, russia and canada have a lot. a lake in sitka, alaska has so much pure fresh water they ship it by tanker to mumbai. and its a private company. bechtel, a multi-national corporation was involved in water in bolivia. they raised prices. thousands couldn’t afford price increase and went without fresh water. so i worry. what if news-corp, parent of television channels ‘fox 5’ in new york and ‘my 9′(they shut off cablevison coverage) decides to go into privatization of water and gets their hands on the tri-state area supply of water and raise prices and then shuts off water for those who can’t afford to pay steep prices or a check got lost in the mail. babies and children die from dehydration while new york city has cut down on soft drinks. funny thing. i write this believing some companies wouldn’t blink an eye. i even close my eyes and hear a ceo claim it’s good. it decreases excess surface population. i hear another ceo say raising prices sky high encourages conservation. great public relations people.
I worry about oil and energy. the peak of oil production was years ago. downhill racer. a great movie too. prudhoe bay in alaska was this panacea. the alaska pipeline was built for a capacity of 2 million barrels a day; now over 600,000 barrels. what happens when production goes below 500,000 barrels travelling through the pipeline? less volume flowing means it could freeze in the pipeline. government taxes on oil production rise, new exploration drops off. oil freezes in the pipeline. i worry. alaska worries. but alas, water from alaska is getting shipped to mumbai. alaska is back. i’m not worried about alaska now. i was there a few years ago. nothing on earth quite like it. vast. untouched. pure. silent. quiet. i found myself whispering all the time. couldn’t help it. didn’t want to disturb them. who them?
There was something else about alaska. native peoples. i felt something there. i felt something each time i’ve been to sedona, arizona(12 trips) i’m a verbal guy. love words. yet i can’t explain. eighteen years ago i went to sedona for the first time. on the drive into town (witnesses) there was a pile of red dirt on the roadside. red mountains all around. i jammed on brakes of car and jumped out. ran to the side. passengers yelled. i jumped into the pile; rubbed the red soil all over my exposed arms. some say sedona has vortex energy and magic. some say a side effect of sedona intoxication is deja vu. from that day until now i’m in a virtual 24/7 deja vu experience. keep feeling i’ve been someplace. later that day, with traces of red dirt still on my arms, i bought a cd at an open market. cd was native-american flutes and incan pan pipe by coyote oldman(tear of the moon). i’ve been listening to it steadily for 18 years. each time i feel pulled back to sedona. there’s no way i can find the right words here to describe. sometimes the pulling works and i hop a plane to sedona. sometimes i stop off at montezuma’s castle. the sinaqua indians lived there 400 years ago and disappeared. they were cave dwellers; built the first condos into side of mountain. i stand and listen to the silence and i hear and feel something. i just don’t know what. haunting is a descriptive word. it works here and now. strange things have happened over the years to me. enough to fill a novel so not now. can never adequately explain deja vu to anyone. i’ve been. i have. then a month ago more strange synchronicity surfaced. i was reunited with a old neighbor/friend from newark, from nearly fifty years ago. she’s a psychic. in the meantime something made me go into new york city last week to pursue past life regression. i don’t know why. then a few days after new york, the psychic randomly tells me of the vision she has of my past life as a native-american and things make sense. silence. deja vu. spirit. something out there. i wrote a novel published in january. i did research on parallel universes and how a princeton math phd student in 1951 proved the existence of parallel worlds/universes. i’m humbled as a member of our species. how much we really don’t know. i’m a lucky guy. i know there’s something out there. it’s funny with knowing there’s something out there; all of a sudden everything is crystal clear. like the pure water in that lake in sitka, alaska. so i really don’t have to worry anymore. but i will. but i won’t. but i can’t decide just yet. do i have all the time in the world?
with eric in my mind/heart/spirit
oh i’ve finally arrived. i’ve got a youtube video trailer of my novel. please check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qj2ko9gcC_M