Under the Spell - Time warp Catorce and way beyond
Trip Start Jun 30, 2006
9Trip End Ongoing
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One thing we had really learned was to trust in the guidance of The Path. Our journey was not across a lonely and chaotic planet. Our guide and path finder always awaited us in the present moment. We were correct not to take a book to narrow our choices but by being open and free we found magic.
While the crowd of rowdy passengers clamored on towards their destination, we were the only ones to jump off the jeep at Estacion. The first thing we did was to look up the two gringas who informed us that Ryan had altered beautiful Kelly's reputation with their infamous dance the prior Sunday. She didn't mind.
Little did they know how altered their reputations were growing. If they had only witnessed the scene the hour before we met them. It went something like this:
(Ryan and Bob enter the grocery store)
Ryan: Bob, buy me some condoms.
Bob: Okay, how do you say condom?
(Ryan looks it up in his dictionary and tells Bob. Bob walks up discretely to the young female attendent behind the counter)
Bob: Hay un preservatario?
Bob: Hay un condome?
Attendent: Como? No se.
(The young attendent points to the older female behind the cash register. Meanwhile the entire store of shoppers crowds around to see if they can help or just for curiosity's sake)
Bob: Ryan are you sure that's how you say condom?
(Ryan giggles as he discovers that it's actually 'Preservativo' and let's Bob know. The locals look confused.)
Bob: Well ask them dude.
Ryan: Hay un preservativo?
(Everyone understands now and there's a long moment of silence. The store owner points to the other side of town. We exit all eyes upon us, mustering all self control in an effort not to laugh. Robert and Ryan explode in laughter as they walk to the other store leaving the stunned locals behind)
We checked into a quiet hotel, or so we thought, to get some rest for our big excursion into the desert the next day. We awoke to a blaring and loud sound-check outside our room and knew something was wrong. Peeking outside our hotel door we discovered that our tranquil oasis was being transformed into an arena of fun. Tables, chairs, umbrellas, balloons, massive sound equipment and instruments were being set up for a big celebration. That's when we realized that it was Sunday, "Lucky Sunday!"
We quickly scrapped our plans for our march into the hot and dusty desert and made a new one that included much more alcohol. Ryan went on a run into town to pick up the Tequila, refresco Taranja, and ice, and to also invite Kelly (who he was quite fond of by then) and Denise, the head of the Aurisproject and author, to the party. Roberto arranged the chairs on the porch for our guests, sat down on a comfortable rocker and waited for the music to begin. What a night it turned out to be! But hey, that's another story and some stories are not meant to be told.
The next morning we trekked into the vast and lonely desert with smiles on our faces from the interesting night before. We had heard legends of a man who lived out there, a "brujo" who called himself the Chief of The Desert. Semi-reliable Mexican hippies said that he would guide our path in search of the sacred "Blue Deer." Why not?
Our journey that day was long, hard, and sometimes frustrating, but in the end we found what we were looking for and much much more. Not only did Don Luis appear at the perfect moment, but in perfect synchronocity Walter and his little firecracker Ana walked out of the desert to become our true and great friends. The Chief built a fire of Mesquite and Yucca. It was there, surrounded by a wide wall of Joshua Trees, that we summoned the humble but magical and mighty "Blue Deer" to take us on a journey far and wide beneath the vast and starry heavens.
What a night . . . and what a story, but not one that can be written with words. It's a story written in our heart and spirit with an unknown language. There it lingers and whispers to us like an echo in our dreams, calling us to return to our true home.
Lesson from the Blue Deer: Everything in the universe is love. All else is illusion.