The Ojai Post

Millennium, did you take these photographs? Very interesting. Will come back to look some more...

"108 tortures, defilements or desires..." mmmm...interesting list!

I guess that's why we practice 108 Sun Salutations...

yes, Suza,

as to the Sun salutations, one for each of the 108 Mala beads ("54 letters in the Sanskrit alphabet and each has masculine and feminine, totaling 108; 1 stands for Higher Truth, 0 stands for Emptiness and 8 stands for Infinity ...")

as to the photographs, none are from our collection, though it looks just like the family and village experiences I have had there, summers and autumn.

I haven't spent a New Year's yet in Nagano (far too cold for me.) will have to do a couple of stories, however, on other art, cultural and seasonal topics.

the countryside of Japan is the richest, ancient, tapestry ...

MT, it's good to be back in town. Your posts are a treat, more delicious the nearer.

The children making dragons reminds me of when I was living in Ireland and the children made palm cross figures for St. Brigit Day. We went in a parade through the beautiful countryside to some shrine or other.

There was food too but not so elaborate. The womem and children made it happen. Love made the womem and children.

I have one quibble with crosses and dragons. They represent the patriarchal culture which overthrew the primal love culture. Love still shines through but it irritates the hell out of me to see how patri-prickery has destroyed so much of what makes life worthwhile.

Anyway, keep up the good work bringing in the lover geminine; whoops meant feminine but the other fits too. Even Sue H. said Ojai was a gem; she got that right.

I've been out of circulation for a month. Playing email catchup now. Only 130 to go.

I learned one thing on my travels. Ojai's where it's at. Or as you would say: where she's at.

MT, you are a dolt's dolt!

I'm jealous. I've never been called a dolt that I know of. I looked up the meanings. One is the intelligence level of a rock. I can relate to that. Rocks are smarter than humans in many respects.

Another meaning from far down in the Urban Dictionary is "testicle." Same as rock, I guess.

I always thought MT had balls and that he was much like Jock the Rock.

Didn't Jesus build his church on a rock? He and Peter were no pansies either. Both got themselves crucified for speaking truth to power; in deference, Peter requested the upside down position. Now that takes balls, or is it rocks?

Lords of Karma, I'm a coward. If you're listening, I'd prefer a peaceful death in bed, attended by my lover.

welcome back, Dennis,

we planted another thousand acorns two days ago, will let you know of the next planting!

the divine dragon deities I was describing above ARE the children, are us.

of this divine village of Goddess Moon, the divine village of my family in Japan, and those all around the planet.

we are the divinities. culture is our rainbow garment of song.

the wilderness of nature our dragon Mother ...

mt,

sorry I couldn't be there for the latest acorn planting.

viva las acornistas! and long live the divine village.

a beautiful reading of "The Man Who Planted Trees"
http://therevolutionwillnotbeorganized.org/downloads/The_Man_Who_Planted_Trees.mp3

jock

p.s. i notice anonymous cowards are still posting their brilliant observations . . . :)

A thousand acorns. That's a lot of love for the earth.

Thanks for the clearing on dragons and children. I see the connection.

I wouldn't want to be the war criminals when they meet those dragons on another ground.

In a love culture, womem and children are first. Keep speaking for them and for their lover earth.

I saw "The Man Who Planted Trees." Inspiring.

"you know what's out there?

a series of higher tones.

it's arranged by nature, discovered by the laws of physics, of the whole universe.

it's an overtone, it's an energy, it's a wavelength, and if you're not riding it, good lordy, you'll never hear it."

"where do you think it comes from, what I hear?"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN0c_egqXAM

"I think it comes from all around you, really. I mean it's, it comes through us, some of us. it's invisible, but you feel it."

"So only some of us can hear it?"

"Only some of us are listening."

Music is the answer to every question.

Jock
http://spontaneouscreation.org

Dennis,

You wrote:

I wouldn't want to be the war criminals when they meet those dragons on another ground.

That ground is now. Milton writes:

"The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."

On December 2, 2008, George W. Bush told the nation, "I didn't sell my soul . . ." In fact, George Bush's soul was sold to the Luciferian cult of the Illuminati long ago. Their decades-long hold on him forced him, among other things, to lie about his foreknowledge of the events of 9/11.

You can see his face aging beyond his years. He's becoming a ghost before our eyes. No need for him to wait for some fantastic Hell (the one made up by adults to scare children into being good), some place where dragons breathe eternal fire. His hell is now.

He chants his mantra like a talisman: "I didn't sell my soul . . ." But his bovarysme is transparent, even to himself.

Sincerely,

Jock Doubleday
http://therevolutionwillnotbeorganized.org

you bless our Mother, this Earth, Dennis, Jock ...

in every word you share of the planting of the Acorns, planting of the Oaks.

it is the subtlest, the 'knowing-less', the most self-absent practice perhaps I have ever participated in.

as a child and youth in Goddess Moon, though we loved the Oaks and the Pepper Trees, and the Eucalypts and Sycamores and Ash and Cottonwoods and Willows beyond words, beyond literature, beyond culture ... and the Bay Laurels, forest canyon magic indescribable ...

yet never, in the days of wonder, did my buddies and I go out PLANTING acorns, planting Sycamores, planting Calfornia Bay Laurels, as we have been doing in recent weeks.

looking for baby Cottonwoods to rescue and place in denuded barrancas, and the beautiful Ashes.

all I can say is it is a wonderful change in the weather ... a change in me ... midst a world-changing beyond comprehension or vision.

for all our relations ...

Community Gathering / Music and Food Celebration
Today, Sunday Dec. 28, 20008 @ 2:30 PM
Location: The Farmer & the Cook, El Roblar Avenue

Everyone is invited to rejoice in celebration of life, music, happiness and the gift of food, supporting the community of Ojai in creating a Latin American celebration in commemoration of the rich cultural heritage surrounding the Holidays.

Typically, in Mexico as well as many other Latin American countries, Christmas is preceded by a series of celebrations known as Posadas. Posadas are organized by each family in the neighborhood acting as innkeepers, each opening their home to feast & welcome the rest of the neighbors one night at a time starting December 16 thru the 24th. As we say in Mexico “to close the festivities with a golden broche “, in the smaller villages of Mexico these same group of families cumulative share a grand potluck with the rest of the neighbors whom don’t have the means to host a posada. All donating a block party with a diversity of food & hot drinks, music, piñatas and making connections with your neighbors in celebration.

The suggestion is to gather at the courtyard of The Farmer and the Cook, bringing with you a token to share with your neighbors. Bearing talent or food, the gathering of neighbors will then be led with traditional Latin music in a procession or pilgrimage. The destination is the Mexican market, La Michoacána where Martin, this events Innkeeper, has donated to the community the reception area, as well as piñatas, ponche and champurrado (hot spiced-fruit & corn-chocolate drinks). The music will continue, children will break open piñatas while blindfolded to obtain candy hidden inside, and the feast can be had with the rest of the neighbors.

In advance, I thank you kindly for your support and interest in the diverse heritage of our world’s communities.

Sincerely,
Roberto Garcia

these particular celebrations during the holidays are called "posadas" especially when the food is being shared among neighbors. another form of celebration is called "quermes" -- these celebrations are organized with the agricultural seasons or civic holidays where the neighborhood acting as merchants bring to the curve-side their home-grown produce and home-cooked meals, candies, drinks, breads as well as booths for games, crafts... like a carnival.

Mother Song sure ain't wrong with her "series of tones." Beautiful video too.

Ojai is singing her song and I'm so enchanted; feels like falling in love.

JD, so it's a matter of "tone" after all. Did you note how kindly TS took to you on "3 of 3"? OjaiTruth.com is not a bad idea. What is the truth about Ojai anyway?

MT is creating a new language so we can get in tune with Mother Song Ojai.

Friends, Ojaians, countrymen...listen up.