Post by pennylane on Sept 1, 2005 22:32:48 GMT -5
Just wanted to share a few things from the beatles in rishikesh, take of it what you will, but in relation to what we know, we know why they were there and what they wanted to accomplish.. but if you want to buy the John was confused about Yoko business then stop reading now:
In a PID mind reference.. I think these are interesting:
As we sat together, John, Paul, Ringo and George exuded a decency and warmheartedness, without airs. It was getting towards evening, the sky turning a lovely pale pink, and across the Ganges the sounds of Rishikesh were fading into dusk. A flight of forty or fifty beautiful emerald-green parrots landed dramatically in a nearby tree, glimmering like jewels in the evening light. Gradually, people got up to leave until eventually everyone left, except John and me. He was quiet, even a bit sullen, and I got the sense he wasn't happy.
I thought for a moment, about my coming to the ashram to heal a broken heart through meditation, and wondered if he'd even care to hear about it all. What, with him being a Beatle and me being, like, an ordinary shmoe? The thought quickly passed and I realized that at that moment we were just two young guys, John twenty-seven and me twenty-four.
I told him about it and added that I'd probably hang around for just a few more days. He picked up a glass of water and, after almost finishing it, said that meditation had certainly been good for him, so far. After a moment he added, "Yeah, and love can be pretty tough on us, can't it?"
We both sat quietly. It felt like a moment suspended in time. A lone hawk circled in the sky just above us and out over the river, so close we could see its talons. I looked at John and our eyes met, and he tried to smile and said, "But then, eventually, you get another chance, don't you?"
In a PID mind reference.. I think these are interesting:
As we sat together, John, Paul, Ringo and George exuded a decency and warmheartedness, without airs. It was getting towards evening, the sky turning a lovely pale pink, and across the Ganges the sounds of Rishikesh were fading into dusk. A flight of forty or fifty beautiful emerald-green parrots landed dramatically in a nearby tree, glimmering like jewels in the evening light. Gradually, people got up to leave until eventually everyone left, except John and me. He was quiet, even a bit sullen, and I got the sense he wasn't happy.
I thought for a moment, about my coming to the ashram to heal a broken heart through meditation, and wondered if he'd even care to hear about it all. What, with him being a Beatle and me being, like, an ordinary shmoe? The thought quickly passed and I realized that at that moment we were just two young guys, John twenty-seven and me twenty-four.
I told him about it and added that I'd probably hang around for just a few more days. He picked up a glass of water and, after almost finishing it, said that meditation had certainly been good for him, so far. After a moment he added, "Yeah, and love can be pretty tough on us, can't it?"
We both sat quietly. It felt like a moment suspended in time. A lone hawk circled in the sky just above us and out over the river, so close we could see its talons. I looked at John and our eyes met, and he tried to smile and said, "But then, eventually, you get another chance, don't you?"