I began writing little postcards to someone special:
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My friend who likes the Hopis is pissing off my psychic friend. I mean he leaves a million phone calls on his message machine and he finds it annoying. My friend came over and we went back to the place we got lost in. You know with the Hopi marker. Yeah, the one with the little hunched-backed flute-player.
Well, you're not going to believe this. It led to a huge cave! Yeah, My friend had a hunch. The cave had all these weird hieroglyphics about corn gods and groups of things in FOUR. It was really pretty trippy. A mandala for Hopis. We really weren't sure what it all meant. My friend wouldn't let me take photos. I looked at the vast valley below. It was so cool! It was ringed with these purple mountains. The clouds were racing..
No, I will not be erased! I know you worry at times about me. Indeed, it been slim pickings, lately. But I'm improving! Just yesterday, I did seven hours of puja. It was the Buddha's birthday. All actions are magnifies a million times. Whatcha think about that? It feels strangely refreshing. Even my confused half-brother attends the pujas...
My oh, my how I feel you! You are far, but very near! My chakras are opening up! I'm overloading. I can feel people's problems in my solar plexus, my heart, and my sexual privates. So how do I protect myself? I was told by a whore once, that if you know a man's sexual trip, you can control him! See, we're beyond that. So let's zoom to the moon. This huge data-bank now sits in my dad's garage. You gotta see it, to believe it. Over eighty boxes lined up neatly against the wall in the back of the garage. Every box is classified and filled with exquisite bits of information. It was so sad. My psychotherapist's mother died yesterday. I had to take her sons home from the hospital. I feel you know me quite well. Enough to guess what kind of well-meant gesture might be welcomed by me at this moment.
A secret admirer