Tonight Tex Hightower gave an absolutely inspiring talk about meeting Meher Baba long ago at the center, when he was a dance student with Margaret Crask.
I always have enjoyed his stories. I like the story about him making a blue jacket for Baba which Baba wore to Australia in '56 I believe.
Afterwards there was cake at the refectory, and chai as well. Then Paul and I and other friends went to a drum circle. I had never been to one before. I brought my bongos but it was not necessary. It was really beautiful. I played one of their drums and lay down in the center. It was an amazing experience, lying there with the drums beating like a heart beat. I closed my eyes and emptied my mind, seeing lights all around. I felt as though I were lifting off the ground and lying on a cloud all at once. All thought had no meaning, no importance. All I could hear and feel were the drums and singing and the violin, yet cognitively not registering these thoughts into words or concepts, no concepts.
Afterwards I sang along, sustained notes as the drumming ebbed and flowed, quieted and began again in symbiotic harmonious flow of rhythm and notes intertwined effortlessly.
It was a great day all together. A great night. I would love to go to a sufi dance if there ever is one around here. I once went to one in Boulder. Oh I do not want to get started about Boulder, too intense and very over. All there is is now. Now is eternal, beautiful and powerful. I am here now. Only now.
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