Roberibus

[Guest guest]

I came across post #1762 by you entitled " The Swami, The State Fiar,

The Sacred Show from Allspirit. Since I have been banned there,

perhaps you can access it. It seems it would be apropos today. ;-)

 

(My copy is only partially readable thanks to formating back in

those antique days (5/10/06))

 

Much love,

Anna

[Guest guest]

Nisargadatta , " anabebe57 " <kailashana wrote:

>

> I came across post #1762 by you entitled " The Swami, The State Fiar,

> The Sacred Show from Allspirit. Since I have been banned there,

> perhaps you can access it. It seems it would be apropos today. ;-)

>

> (My copy is only partially readable thanks to formating back in

> those antique days (5/10/06))

>

> Much love,

> Anna

 

 

i left the group some time ago...but thanks to your providing the date

i could access it in a saved folder locally on the puter.

 

here she be:

 

Message 18

" roberibus111 " Roberibus111

Wed May 10, 2006 6:51am(PDT)

The Swami, The State Fair, The Sacred Show.

 

" Mystic Marvels to Entertain and Delight! " . I saw that sign on the

midway of the State Fair and pestered my parents for it seemed hours,

until they let me see that show. We were escorted in through a

darkened maze of burlap drapes hanging from improvised wiring above,

and that cascaded down unceremoniously to the sawdust floor. Upon

arriving at the main room with folding chairs and a raised platform

that served as a stage, we were somewhat overcome at first by the

heavy and heady odor of incense emanating from unknown sources.

commingled with the thick, warm, summer evening air and the closeness

of the hoi polloi, it was a sweet and sweaty aroma hanging there in

this holy and inviolable sanctuary. And, while awaiting the Great

Svengali, we the spectators began to experience some very

disagreeable and palpable misgivings about having decided to enter

herein. We were anxious but also determined to see what

the " Swami " (as advertised) would show or perform for us, the captive

audience. I think there were only about 16-17 people in the room,

which also to a young boy, was proof that only the selected Elect

would be privileged with the knowledge and sight of " Miracles and

Wonders " to be unfolded here this magical evening on the grounds of

the State Fair, inside the Sacred Sanctum of the Mysterious. While

there had been much talking among the patrons early on, when the time

arrived and the incandescent light bulbs went dim, there was a Hush

that enveloped the room with an almost foreboding sense of

anticipation and awe. Then, under flood lighting, in a floating

motion, came the Swami. Dressed in a flowing robe of a purplish hue,

he also donned a whiter than white turban like affair that had a

large green jewel centered on it. Adorning his bearded and

mustachioed head, the swirled cloth added a touch of terror as he

looked upon us as if looking into each and every one of us separately

and alone. Attendants, arrayed in garments of such splendor as to

shame Solomon, now also entered the room and began chanting a most

haunting melody of strange affection. And now too, a misty fog began

to drift in from the rear of our temple room. Up from the middle of a

draped table on the platform stage now rose a ball of crystal that

shone with the " Light of the Angels " that I had heard of in the

Arabian Tales of Nights and Sights. The brilliance of that

illuminating sphere did cast on the face of the now bent over Swami,

a scary, yet somehow knowledge filled aura of Great Occult Powers. He

was murmuring exotic sounds as the attendants, now humming low, made

eerie and fantastical gestures with all and every limb they

possessed. And we too became possessed of the Spirit of the Night and

Mood of the Light. And then the 'Hindoo' of the 'Hoodoo' addressed

the gathering of souls in attendance. " Beware the Aware! " , he said,

in an accent that would please Bela Lugosi fans anywhere. And I was

such a fan. And I was pleased. And I was also unimpressed with what

followed. My parents had been right all along. They had told me it

was all a sham and that I would leave disappointed after having seen

the show. Damn them anyhow! They were ALWAYS right when it came to

these things. But I always wondered too, how my folks(God Rest Their

Souls), could take us kids EVERY Sunday, to see the same damn show

every week at the church, and then tell us how Inspiring THAT was. No

matter how often they told us that, every Sunday I left the house of

God feeling the same sense of disappointment. But that's just me. And

that's just life...... Like, have you ever been initiated into

a 'secret' or 'fraternal' organization and than become disappointed

in the 'SECRET " initiation rite? I mean why keep THAT silliness

secret?? It's all about as mysterious and uncanny as " The Howdy Doody

Show " . Methinks nowadays, so much farther down life's winding road,

that the best bet for Awe and Wonder, is to take each day, and each

night, and each other, as Holy and Unrepeatable and Majestic in the

Ordinary Miracle of Life.

..bob

 

 

 

 

who's bob?

 

:-)

 

..b bobji baba