IN her brief adventure as an urban hippie, there was this special place in her mid twenties she cherished the most.
IN her brief adventure as an urban hippie, there was this special place in her mid twenties she cherished the most. They called it 'the land of the big sky.' The land of green chilly and red Indians (I hate to call them that but it sounds good with green chilly), the land of hot springs, the land of cold prickly cacti and the land where hippies had organic orgasms.
She moved right in with the natives (the proper text book term for Red Indians). They welcomed her with long, dry, split-ended hair and wrinkled faces and deep set intense black eyes and an occasional feathered crown.
The plan was simple. No job, no corporations, no banks, no identity. She checked in under the name Savannah and they fell for it. And no, you fools, this story was set in 1994, way before Sean Penn decided to make Into The Wild and pull out the little adventure hippie in every wanna be human being.
Savannah had a sweet small town smell to her. The fresh taste of spices still lingered in her hair. Simply put, she was a deodorant commercial waiting to happen. She was new to white skin parading as colored skin. New to pick-up lines and new to men with longer hair than hers. New to catsu2026copy n original. You got itu2026 she was fresh off the boat.
As she strolled the boulevard one day, she saw a hoard of men standing around and chanting. She was used to chants but this one sounded like gibberish. She tried to stick around as part of the background and listen intently. It was gibberish! But there seemed a crowd of people standing around with their eyes closed and chanting like their lives depended on it. Huh! So she shut her eyes for a moment incase the chants made sense with eyes shut. Nothingu2026 still gibberish. Confused, she decided to join in. Humans are easy to herd. The chanting lasted for an about an hour.
She opened her eyes feeling refreshingly calm. A man with very very (did I say very) long hair came up to her and kissed her forehead before she could stop him. She was not used to this. But she liked it. She stood there looking up to him like a little child.
"What was this chanting all about? I didn't understand a word."
"There were no words that's why."
"So you were chanting gibberish? I knew it."
"Yup n so did all the hundreds who were chanting along. Do you have to understand everything in life? Do you or do you not feel good?"
He was right. She felt great. She felt fantastic.
"I feel alive."
"If you think you know everything, you're screwed. If you know you know very little, you're on your way. If you know Nothing then... "
And he walked away planting another kiss on her soul.
Savannah thought about the profoundness vomiting outta the shaman's mouth. She tried to finish his thoughtu2026 If you know Nothing thenu2026 she came up with Nothing.
"The trouble with doing nothing is that you never know when you are finished."
She left hippie town shortly after. With everything.
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