Re: Approaching the Solstice
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> America, see what monsters lurk in the wills of men? Men of goodlight.
> will, Kings and Shepherds could still hear Rudolf Steiner speak.
> Even today his words shimmer in the darkness with consecrated
> I have heard from two, TWO very active students of SpiritualScience
> to say that they would be happy if Steiner's words and lectureswere
> torched so that people would learn to use esoteric schooling.Sounds like a match made in heaven to me, Brad. Valerieeeee,
Valaraaaaah, Valerieeeeee, Valeraahahahahahahaha...sorry that's just
me laughing my ass off. But this reminds me, don't know why really,
but it reminds me of old Earnest, you never know who you're dealing
with, Stokes. Old Ernie, whose still alive as far as I know, taught
among other things Romantic Lit back when I was being instructed in
the cesspool of American Public Education. I took a whole bunch of
literature classes over the years from Ernie but Romantic Lit was my
favorite-made sort of an indelible impression on me, maybe because
Aiden Quinn sat across the isle from me.
Along with Byron, and Shelly what Ernie really taught was just this
one simple lesson over and over, day after day, story after story
after story-you never know who you're dealing with and I guess he was
right because right after graduation Aiden took off to Hollywood and
made a movie with Madonna, "Desperately Seeking Susan." And here was
a guy who never even took a drama or a music class so it does just go
to show you that you can't judge a book by it's cover. The other
thing that I remember about those English classes was good old Sir
Galahad-while Ernie was presiding in front of the class-Sir Galahad
was always watching our backs. There he was in his armor and sword
with his trusty white steed in a really lovely serpia print high on
the wall behind us.
You might think it's odd that I remember a framed brown print on a
back wall in my old High School. But I always admired that print and
right after graduation a fellow by the name of Tom Blake,whose passed
on now but was the mortician's son, lifted (in other words stole)
that picture right off the wall and gave it to me. Well, I always did
like that print and I always did like Tom too so I kept it but I
never really knew what to do with it-it was hard to enjoy knowing
that it was stolen public property.
I know it sounds like the goody-two-shoes syndrome but really the
picture was lovely and it deserved to be enjoyed by it's intended
audience so I could just never look at it without thinking that it
didn't belong to me but to the school. And then there was the whole
question of why Tom would do such a thing and give me this as a gift
in the first place. We were just friends, and I had probably
mentioned once that I liked the print when he was around. Anyway, my
brother Stan, I have two you know, took it off my hands and keeps it
in his apartment in Chicago.-Val
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"Yes i am going to stay on Hainan island a bit more for a while and
then work at this very nice place for a while and maybe then go to
Xi'an, maybe not maybe stay in Haikou.."
By all means, go to Xi'an; especially if your son is there.