Hey everyone. I’m back. My computer got back to me in a flash. The L.A. trip was a success, I made it to Rustic Canyon, got some pictures, had an awesome hike into the sunset, lost my sunglasses, and had a beautiful night camping at Pt. Mugu State Park.
I did make it in time to post a blog on Monday morning, the 3rd. That day, the adventure was to descend into Rustic Canyon and find the ruins of the Murphy Ranch.
We found no ghost of Herr Schmidt haunting the ruins, but the ruins themselves seemed to hold some kind of deep mystery. The experience made me aware that there must pass millions of strange and wonderful stories in people’s lives that I will never even hear about. Millions of people in L.A. do not even know that Rustic Canyon exists, let alone the ruins down there on that path. It makes me wonder at just how vast the spread of humanity has grown. Yet, this thought process is only a concept, an idea, a speculation about something impossible to investigate.
All that said, Rustic Canyon begged more questions than it revealed. Just what kind of creature did the barred windows and doors keep in, inside the house or barn near the end of the hike? What did they use the underground tunnels and hatches for? Just what the hell inspired the owners of the property to spend over $4 Million in the 1930s to build this elaborate compound in the bottom of Rustic Canyon?
Whatever happened to Herr Schmidt? (He was the supposed underground nazi director of the compound. Rumor or records have it that he got arrested the day after the US entered WWII..)
Well, later that night, we listened to Schpongle, with their obvious German sounding name, and we went camping.
The next day, Sheila and I went to a pizza place in Venice, and two German speaking men sat down near us, and for a time, they were the only other people in the joint. Descendents of Herr Schmidt? Who knows?Everytime Sheila or I mentioned Rustic Canyon, the men would jostle and clear their throats…or was that my imagination.
In any case, diving into the past and dredging up the sediment tends to provide an opening into Indra’s Net.
This morning, I asked for divine guidance to get myself on track. Before you go on thinking me a religious man, I ask you this: Who is the master who makes the grass green?
Who is it in you that gets you out of bed in the morning?
Who is it in you that propels, directs, arranges, organizes, and experiences your life experiences?
Anyway….I got to the coffee shop today to get this blog underway again, and I noticed the voice of heaven, pouring through the speakers here: “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away, know when to run…” Ah, yes, the Man KR delivering his volumes of wisdom in those simple lines over simple chords…How it quickens my blood!
Later on today, look for the missing Wednesday post, and an all new experiment for today. Tomorrow, I go door to door to fulfill my goal of AT LEAST 4 massages per day for the next 2 months, and to sell gift certificates for the upcoming holidays. I have not gone door to door for over twn years, but this time, I really love what I have to sell, and I enjoy talking to a diverse range of people, and looking for their Greatness with the expectation that I can help it emerge.
See you later on today….
Oh yeah, that headline came from a little radio blurb. A woman blurted it out over the AM radio waves right when I turned on my portable camping radio in my closet last night. It led me to imagine life for some people as consisting of %50 pain, and %50 painkillers. The goal here is to reduce both of those numbers as much as possible. How to do that? Go through and experience the pain, while letting go of the painkillers. Do you have any ideas? Share them in the comments section below!
PS: pictures of the rustic canyon trip, coming soon!
Love, Wildness, Joy, Health, Wealth…
-GTD
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