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Yes, very nice story, Cliff. Did you take LSD again? If

not, why not?

 

By the way, I spent most of my childhood in Merrick on Long

Island.

 

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> Realization

> [Realization ] On Behalf Of Tom

> Thursday, December 27, 2007 6:58 PM

> Realization

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>

> Hi Cliff

>

> Great story, and interesting comments.

>

> Do you still live on Long Island?

>

> Tom

 

 

 

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No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I didn't want

to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted to learn whatever

spiritual practices were necessary to be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it

seemed absurd that any practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is

absurd. That's the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me

away from the present moment.

 

So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a thought for me. It

was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a teacher. I was prepared to go

anywhere. There was nothing more important.

 

I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566 right? Then we

moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw from JFK HS.

 

Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75.

 

Your name sounds familiar.

 

 

 

 

 

Rob Sacks <editor wrote:

Yes, very nice story, Cliff. Did you take LSD again? If

not, why not?

 

By the way, I spent most of my childhood in Merrick on Long

Island.

 

>

> Realization

> [Realization ] On Behalf Of Tom

> Thursday, December 27, 2007 6:58 PM

> Realization

> Re: The Red Pill

>

> Hi Cliff

>

> Great story, and interesting comments.

>

> Do you still live on Long Island?

>

> Tom

 

 

 

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Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick

Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966.

 

> In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I

> was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

> from the present moment.

 

I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very

powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so

absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things.

 

> So I plotted my next move.

 

What was the next move?

 

Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack

wrote:

>

> No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I

didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted

to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to

be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any

practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's

the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

from the present moment.

>

> So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a

thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a

teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more

important.

>

> I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566

right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw

from JFK HS.

>

> Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75.

>

> Your name sounds familiar.

>

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>What was the next move?

 

I narrowed my guru choice between Sai Baba in India or Bubba Free John in

Northern California. California seemed less complicated. It wasn't. After

spending a few days sight-seeing in San Francisco, I found myself in the SF bus

station where I needed to catch a bus somewhere in northern California. The bus

was suppose to drop me off 26 miles from the ashram. I would have had to

hitchhike those last 26 miles which didn't excite as I had never hitchiked

before...but I had to do what I had to do, right?

 

To make a long story short, I never made it to Bubba Free John.

 

The best laid plans of mice and men....

 

I was sitting in the SF bus stop waiting for the bus when a woman sits down in

the chair next to me. As soon as she sits down the chair breaks and she tumbled

onto the floor. Naturally I asked her if she was alright and we got to talking.

She told me that she was originally from Long Island, Plainview to be exact. She

said that she was a member of a spiritual community in SF. Very eclectic. She

was very familiar with all the books I was reading and the teachers I was naming

etc. etc.

 

She said that they were having an open house that evening and if I was

interested I could have dinner with them, even spend the night. She would be

happy to drive me back to the bus station the following day.

 

So there I was. I could have a nice dinner and meet some interesting people

and push off the idea of hitch-hiking 26 miles until tomorrow or.... there was

no " or " . I went with her.

 

Gotta go. Be back on line Sat nite. Ciao.

 

<editor wrote:

Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick

Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966.

 

> In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I

> was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

> from the present moment.

 

I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very

powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so

absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things.

 

> So I plotted my next move.

 

What was the next move?

 

Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack

wrote:

>

> No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering, I

didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I wanted

to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to

be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any

practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's

the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

from the present moment.

>

> So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a

thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a

teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more

important.

>

> I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566

right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw

from JFK HS.

>

> Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75.

>

> Your name sounds familiar.

>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We probably went to the same school. In 1965, I was in the first

grade at Merrick Avenue School. I was there until October of '68.

 

 

Realization , " Rob " <editor wrote:

>

> Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of Merrick

> Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966.

>

> > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I

> > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

> > from the present moment.

>

> I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very

> powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem so

> absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things.

>

> > So I plotted my next move.

>

> What was the next move?

>

> Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack@>

> wrote:

> >

> > No just that once. Even though the experience was life-altering,

I

> didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I

wanted

> to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to

> be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any

> practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd. That's

> the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me

away

> from the present moment.

> >

> > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a

> thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a

> teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more

> important.

> >

> > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566

> right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's throw

> from JFK HS.

> >

> > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75.

> >

> > Your name sounds familiar.

> >

>

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Same school but in 65 I started junior high. My younger sister Linda

started 5th grade that year. I still remember some of my teachers

fondly ... Miss McCann in second grade, Miss Ross in fourth, Mrs.

Hoffman in fifth, Mr. Silverstein in sixth. And I detested Mrs.

Cootsis, the harpy-like school crossing guard.

 

A few years after I graduated, I happened to meet Mr. Wilson, the

principal, on the street. By then I had acne and long hair and a

beard and an attitude. He had taken an interest in me when I was

little, and now he literally recoiled with an expression of disgust

and shock when he saw me. You remember the greenish hemispherical

thing in the playground? I drove by the school too long ago ... it's

gone.

 

Realization , " cliff_shack " <cliff_shack

wrote:

>

> We probably went to the same school. In 1965, I was in the first

> grade at Merrick Avenue School. I was there until October of '68.

>

>

> Realization , " Rob " <editor@> wrote:

> >

> > Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of

Merrick

> > Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966.

> >

> > > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I

> > > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

> > > from the present moment.

> >

> > I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very

> > powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem

so

> > absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things.

> >

> > > So I plotted my next move.

> >

> > What was the next move?

> >

> > Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack@>

> > wrote:

> > >

> > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life-

altering,

> I

> > didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I

> wanted

> > to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to

> > be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any

> > practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd.

That's

> > the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me

> away

> > from the present moment.

> > >

> > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a

> > thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a

> > teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more

> > important.

> > >

> > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566

> > right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's

throw

> > from JFK HS.

> > >

> > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75.

> > >

> > > Your name sounds familiar.

> > >

> >

>

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I had Mrs.Greey for first grade (I'm still having trouble forming my 8s), Mrs.

Farmer for 2nd (I had a crush on her), Mrs. Thompson for third (she was a second

mother to me) and Mrs. Kraus in fourth (she married as school started. It was

the first time I had visited a " church " .) I don't remember the hemisphere. I

remember lunches at the Meadowbrook luncheonette.

 

Rob Sacks <editor wrote: Same school but in 65 I

started junior high. My younger sister Linda

started 5th grade that year. I still remember some of my teachers

fondly ... Miss McCann in second grade, Miss Ross in fourth, Mrs.

Hoffman in fifth, Mr. Silverstein in sixth. And I detested Mrs.

Cootsis, the harpy-like school crossing guard.

 

A few years after I graduated, I happened to meet Mr. Wilson, the

principal, on the street. By then I had acne and long hair and a

beard and an attitude. He had taken an interest in me when I was

little, and now he literally recoiled with an expression of disgust

and shock when he saw me. You remember the greenish hemispherical

thing in the playground? I drove by the school too long ago ... it's

gone.

 

Realization , " cliff_shack " <cliff_shack

wrote:

>

> We probably went to the same school. In 1965, I was in the first

> grade at Merrick Avenue School. I was there until October of '68.

>

>

> Realization , " Rob " <editor@> wrote:

> >

> > Yep, 11566. We lived on Smith Street a few blocks west of

Merrick

> > Avenue and moved away when I was 13 in 1966.

> >

> > > In fact, it is absurd. That's the teaching. But I

> > > was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me away

> > > from the present moment.

> >

> > I dunno. The tendency to get lost in mind activity seems very

> > powerful in my case. And so the need for practice doesn't seem

so

> > absurd to me. Maybe I'm unusually slow at these things.

> >

> > > So I plotted my next move.

> >

> > What was the next move?

> >

> > Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack@>

> > wrote:

> > >

> > > No just that once. Even though the experience was life-

altering,

> I

> > didn't want to be dependent on the drug to be " enlightened " . I

> wanted

> > to learn whatever spiritual practices were necessary to

> > be " enlightened " naturally. At the time it seemed absurd that any

> > practice was needed to " be here now " . In fact, it is absurd.

That's

> > the teaching. But I was unaware of the mind traps that pulled me

> away

> > from the present moment.

> > >

> > > So I plotted my next move. Continuing college wasn't even a

> > thought for me. It was a bad joke. It was a matter of choosing a

> > teacher. I was prepared to go anywhere. There was nothing more

> > important.

> > >

> > > I lived in Merrick from 1964 to 1968. 404 Frankel Blvd. 11566

> > right? Then we moved to Bellmore in '68. Lee Place. A stone's

throw

> > from JFK HS.

> > >

> > > Was in Class of '76. Though I graduated in summer of '75.

> > >

> > > Your name sounds familiar.

> > >

> >

>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I don't remember your teachers except for Mrs. Farmer. 8s

were cake but I still have trouble with 5s. Was the

Meadowbrook Luncheonette the place on Merrick Avenue

opposite the driveway that led to the teachers' parking lot?

I used to eat there every Wednesday when my mother worked.

I think the counter lady was named Lydia. I used to have

a burger with french fries and a cherry coke for 55 cents

and leave a dime as a tip.

 

How about Mario's pizza a block or so south? Mario was a

big friendly hairy guy. Well, he was big to me, anyway. He

was probably really 5' 7 " for all I know.

 

I can't believe you don't remember the hemisphere! I can

still see every piece of playground equipment perfectly!

Where were your priorities!!!! :) But you remember the

bulldozer tire, right? :)

 

>

> Realization

> [Realization ] On Behalf Of Cliff

Shack

> Saturday, December 29, 2007 5:48 PM

> Realization

> Re: Re: The Red Pill

>

> I had Mrs.Greey for first grade (I'm still having trouble

> forming my 8s), Mrs. Farmer for 2nd (I had a crush on

her),

> Mrs. Thompson for third (she was a second mother to me)

and

> Mrs. Kraus in fourth (she married as school started. It

was

> the first time I had visited a " church " .) I don't remember

 

> the hemisphere. I remember lunches at the Meadowbrook

luncheonette.

 

 

 

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I don't remember a teacher's parking lot but it must be the place. I remember

sitting on stools and eating at the counter. I don't remember the counter lady.

I just have a memory of a girl who I just to go with. Leonora. Mario's Pizza?

Sounds vaguely familiar. I guess my recollections are not as vivid as yours b/c

I was younger. Was the hemisphere joined piping? I do remember the swings. I

remember my brother flew off the swings on to the concrete after a rather

aggresive swinging episode. Did you take French with Madam Schaap? I remember

that she was the mother of TV sports commentator Dick Shaap.

 

I believe I also had an art teacher named Mrs. Davis. I remember that she was

hot.

 

The tire?... drawing a blank again. Must be the acid ;) Kinda wiped my slate

clean.

 

Rob Sacks <editor wrote:

I don't remember your teachers except for Mrs. Farmer. 8s

were cake but I still have trouble with 5s. Was the

Meadowbrook Luncheonette the place on Merrick Avenue

opposite the driveway that led to the teachers' parking lot?

I used to eat there every Wednesday when my mother worked.

I think the counter lady was named Lydia. I used to have

a burger with french fries and a cherry coke for 55 cents

and leave a dime as a tip.

 

How about Mario's pizza a block or so south? Mario was a

big friendly hairy guy. Well, he was big to me, anyway. He

was probably really 5' 7 " for all I know.

 

I can't believe you don't remember the hemisphere! I can

still see every piece of playground equipment perfectly!

Where were your priorities!!!! :) But you remember the

bulldozer tire, right? :)

 

>

> Realization

> [Realization ] On Behalf Of Cliff

Shack

> Saturday, December 29, 2007 5:48 PM

> Realization

> Re: Re: The Red Pill

>

> I had Mrs.Greey for first grade (I'm still having trouble

> forming my 8s), Mrs. Farmer for 2nd (I had a crush on

her),

> Mrs. Thompson for third (she was a second mother to me)

and

> Mrs. Kraus in fourth (she married as school started. It

was

> the first time I had visited a " church " .) I don't remember

 

> the hemisphere. I remember lunches at the Meadowbrook

luncheonette.

 

 

 

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Yes, Madame Schaap! For years she made us sing endless rounds of Sur

Le Pont D'Avignon -- I can still see her swinging her chubby short

arm back and forth like a band leader.

 

Belmars ices?

 

Those swings were evil. I remember a girl named Jane August who got

two black eyes when she caught a swing seat across the face.

 

It's a miracle that anybody managed to survive childhood in the

60s. :)

 

I don't think Mrs. Davis was there yet. We had an older art teacher

with frizzy orange hair.

 

The hemisphere was a cast concrete shell with holes in it, painted

light green. It had a rail made of steel pipe that ran over the top.

 

I missed the acid but I'm starting to get a memory wipe now from old

age, so I'll catch up to you soon. :)

 

In Realization , Cliff Shack <cliff_shack wrote:

>

> I don't remember a teacher's parking lot but it must be the place.

I remember sitting on stools and eating at the counter. I don't

remember the counter lady. I just have a memory of a girl who I just

to go with. Leonora. Mario's Pizza? Sounds vaguely familiar. I guess

my recollections are not as vivid as yours b/c I was younger. Was the

hemisphere joined piping? I do remember the swings. I remember my

brother flew off the swings on to the concrete after a rather

aggresive swinging episode. Did you take French with Madam Schaap? I

remember that she was the mother of TV sports commentator Dick Shaap.

>

> I believe I also had an art teacher named Mrs. Davis. I remember

that she was hot.

>

> The tire?... drawing a blank again. Must be the acid ;) Kinda

wiped my slate clean.

>

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