Paradise in the East
I was guided by a stranger one day to a remote village outside the city and was amazed by what I found. A tall, lithe man with bright gray hair named Cheerinjuva had told the villagers that the Americans were coming and he'd prepared them for several years. He taught them perfect English and aroused great enthusiasm for their arrival. The Americans found him.
I was taken to a tiny hut where they were all sitting around relaxing and chatting. Cheerinjuva sat and talked about life with much animation. The 'collapsable man' made us laugh -- how he could fold his body up where he perched, very social and talkative with several major teeth missing, and be so comfortable with all these rather clumsy specimens from the West. And then dinner was served. We were led to a veranda and seated on mats in a single row facing the hut. A white candle had been placed before each person's spot on the floor and a beautiful vegetarian meal was deftly set down. We ate facing the wall. The people were exquisite.
I can't remember exactly how long I stayed there, it was another dimension in time and space. I recall one day walking through a field playing my guitar, the others dancing around, and I realized I was in paradise.
Cheerinjuva planned to come to the States to start an ashram, but he never did. Later, in London, I met a man who had been to the village before me. I wept when I saw him. He died soon after of a heart attack. I met with his friends in NYC when I returned to the States and we said goodbye, goodbye to our friend and goodbye to the jungle paradise in the East.In the meantime, I was advised by a psychic to avoid groups. She said that I didn't need them, no use to cling to the idea. Now if all the lively Aquarians around here, rising, climbing, or otherwise, would simply dematerialize, maybe I could follow her advice. Looks like I'm stuck. At least until Neptune gets out of my 11th house. Along with the North Node, of course.
Photo: Luca Invernezzi Tettoni