The Road Again | Old (New) Kino Bay | Mexico

Old Kino Bay doesn’t exist anymore. They have paved streets, parades and fancy hotels now. 

I was late for my friend Chino (although, in a way, I immortalize him, and the village is still there, in my book), but I met his daughter, F, and left her a signed copy of A Vagabond in Mexico. She was enthused. It was a pleasure to meet her. She has her own thriving business. Clemente is living in New Mexico. I think I’ll meet with A tomorrow; somebody told me he is still in town. B seems to be in Puerto Peñasco.

IMG_1272A view from my new home, Islandia Marina, Dusk.

IMG_1274Dawn

IMG_1275The Campground

IMG_1278Islandia Marina’s awesome staff. Marta, Margarita (in the back), Ulises and Perla. They have wi-fi, and reasonable rates.

IMG_1264Leaving Nogales, from the Roadmobile

IMG_1268On the road to Hermosillo

The Eye of the Dragon | A Traveling Light

IMG_1192With Pamela Boehm / Lama Foundation

IMG_1183Pema, Joe and Megan / Lama Foundation

IMG_1150In Flagstaff with Kenna, Wheeler park

IMG_1153Downtown Flagstaff

IMG_1158Sunrise in Albuquerque / We find everything on the way

IMG_1161Downtown Albuquerque

IMG_1175In Santa Fe, NM

IMG_1172My friend Roark Barron’s House in Santa Fe

IMG_1174Roark Playing his harp at the plaza

IMG_1169Roark’s unique house. His Home page.

IMG_1176Sunset in Santa Fe

IMG_1201Hanuman Temple, Taos, NM

IMG_1204Saying goodbye to the Rio Grande

IMG_1211Santa Fe NM Spanish Crafts Fair

IMG_1220Tucson, AZ

Detour | Gila River Camp | Gila Cliff Dwellings New Mexico

On my way back to Tucson, AZ, I stopped at the Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument.

The Gorge

The bridge to the caves

From a distance

A two-story building, about six families used to live in these cliffs, a window to the world of our ancestors.

The way out

With a good-looking ranger

Trees growing on sheer cliff

A beautiful hiker on her way out

My camp by the Gila River, a javelina just went by. I thought they always moved in packs.

Lama Foundation, New Mexico vs The Monster with Three Thousand Heads

I went to the Lama Foundation with the main purpose of sharing my book and helping out. Lama is a spiritual community, on the slopes of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in New Mexico, where all religions meet in harmony to find common ground. You may want to visit sometime. 

Sunset on a rainy day, a gift

A few minutes before. Can you see the lightning? Enlarge if you can’t.

Most of the permanent residents at Lama are well-balanced people. Meet Joe, Megan and Pema below:

Pema is the youngest resident.

Megan and Pema

Bobby was the “watch” (resident in charge), almost always a beaming smile.

Some of the helpers and “stewards”, however, were heavily laden with ego, unable to smile: I even saw a few hateful looks directed at my book (I left a copy for their library anyway). But that is understandable because the reason they are there is to find presence and balance. Besides, religion is such an easy prey for the ego: Do you think the Christ would be sitting at the Vatican if he was here today? And wasn’t Hui Neng, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddism, pursued by fellow monks with intent to kill? They hated his humble origins and envied his awakening. If you walk into the most remote monastery in Tibet, I bet you’ll find the monster with three thousand heads* lurking in the shadows: the world of form is its reign. Beware!

Buildings in Lama are made to withstand harsh winters.

The Dome

Dome’s roof

Sunset from the Dome

Inside, facing entrance

My friend Seth working in the vegetable garden. He was the “watch” when I left.

Helping Lama! It took me about five days (6 hours a day) to clear these steps of weeds and dirt so the rocks could breathe. A good workout! 

Somebody’s camp in the woods. You must walk around making noise to scare the bears away.

The spring is sealed to protect the water. At the moment the water level was low.

Jill was doing a hermitage.

A shrine by the spring

Kirsten and Randy

Eli and Adam

 May the road rise with you!

On my last day I read this poem, from Kabir. He always goes to the gist of the matter.

“Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.

you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine

rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:

not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding

around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but

vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me instantly –

you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Students, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.”

More about Kabir at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/

http://www.boloji.com/kabir/intro.htm

More about Lama: Lama Foundation: Spiritual Community, Retreat Center & Mystery …

*PS Toltecs refer to the ego as a monster with three thousand heads. It is the best definition I have ever come across, for as you cut one head off, there is another one staring at you and ready to swallow you whole.

New Mexico | Santa Fe and Taos | The Rio Grande

Dancing at the square in Santa Fe

Roark playing the harp.  His Home Page.

The Harp House, Roark’s  House

The Harp House again, Santa Fe, NM

And again

People with awareness; I left them a brochure about: AE 9/11 Truth. Everybody is getting to know.

Song and Dance

Kimm Hollis and The Eye of the Dragon

On the road to Taos: The Rio Grande  The river will reach the ocean and disappear.

Stuck amid rocks

Taos, New Mexico

Cat Hale in Taos (At John Dunn House shops, close to the square)

Rachel: Flamenco Dancer

Rachel, Emma and Robert (Flamenco/Jazz Guitarist)

Emma is also a dancer

Sycamore Ranch | Sycamore Forest | New Mexico

After I left Arcosanti, Arizona, I eventually reached The Sycamore Ranch in New Mexico. I worked there as a ranch hand for a little over a year. At the ranch I started working on the manuscript for The Eye of the Dragon, Stalking Castaneda.

It was by chance, while digging some facts about the ranch for my book, that I found these pictures on the web. Here they are. Enjoy!

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This is the entrance and the Cactus Garden.

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This is the main house and my pad to the right:

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The forest. Animas Creek runs through it.

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Amazing place! It is right in the middle of the Chihuahuan Desert.

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