[Bengaluru, 12/17/22] After 20 days in Bengaluru, I took a train to Chennai. Though I had just a month in India, I felt I should see at least one more city. Just as Philadelphia or Boston is so unlike New York, one’s impressions of any country is bound to be too simplistic, if not distorted, if based on only one place, fleetingly glimpsed.
My sister made many trips to Chennai to attend Oneness University. It made a change in her. She now asks the Universe for advice on matters while her teeth chatter for some reason. She also speaks in tongue and talks to dead relatives of strangers. I now have a far less knowledgeable Madame Blavatsky with a chip on her shoulder as a sister. It's sort of painful to observe as it all comes out with what seems exaggerated happiness. The show stops and it's exit stage left if anybody utters anything that can be construed as slightly negative. Stuff like, I wouldn't take that shot if I were you... Luckily, I am far away.
We must be on some kind of psychic link because I have a psycho bitch living above me and she drops barbells (or something) at 3 am. I swear to God lol.
Your artists eye has found some wonderful pictures today. The lady in the bed remains with me. So elegant, so strangely placed. A brief brush with India I am totally enjoying. Thank you Linh.
I've never had the desire to visit India because I've been around Indians my whole life and avoid them at all costs. Once you've been stung once by a fire ant, you have no desire to go and find the nest.
We are all homeless one way or another, or, as Carlyle put it, we are all ghosts.
“O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this lifeblood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong warhorse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart: but warrior and warhorse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and warhorse sink beyond plummet’s sounding. Plummet’s? Fantasy herself will not follow them. A little while ago, they were not; a little while, and they are not, their very ashes are not."
My sister made many trips to Chennai to attend Oneness University. It made a change in her. She now asks the Universe for advice on matters while her teeth chatter for some reason. She also speaks in tongue and talks to dead relatives of strangers. I now have a far less knowledgeable Madame Blavatsky with a chip on her shoulder as a sister. It's sort of painful to observe as it all comes out with what seems exaggerated happiness. The show stops and it's exit stage left if anybody utters anything that can be construed as slightly negative. Stuff like, I wouldn't take that shot if I were you... Luckily, I am far away.
Linh
We must be on some kind of psychic link because I have a psycho bitch living above me and she drops barbells (or something) at 3 am. I swear to God lol.
Great column.
Bill
Your artists eye has found some wonderful pictures today. The lady in the bed remains with me. So elegant, so strangely placed. A brief brush with India I am totally enjoying. Thank you Linh.
"If I need to ruminate..." 😂😂
Glasses hack..strip the plastic off a twist tie and thread the supple wire through and twist together. Even sturdy thread tied off works
I've never had the desire to visit India because I've been around Indians my whole life and avoid them at all costs. Once you've been stung once by a fire ant, you have no desire to go and find the nest.
I’ve never been to India, but a good friend of mine always quipped “If you haven’t been to India, you are ‘Not’ a worldly man or a world traveler.”
We are all homeless one way or another, or, as Carlyle put it, we are all ghosts.
“O Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this lifeblood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong warhorse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart: but warrior and warhorse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and warhorse sink beyond plummet’s sounding. Plummet’s? Fantasy herself will not follow them. A little while ago, they were not; a little while, and they are not, their very ashes are not."