Saturday, May 17, 2008
Mysteries of the subcontinent
No one's ever been able to explain the rubber bicycle tires lying on the thatched (and corrugated tin) roofs.
And what about the painted trees? Trees with their trunks painted white.
My great-aunt Evelyn used to have all the trees in the yard painted white from the "waist" down. I had only seen that in the American South. Imagine my surprise at seeing it all over India.
Rachel asked someone about the trees and they said "those trees are government property and can't be cut down." But like everything in India, I expect there is more than one answer.....
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Labels: india, indologist at large, mystery, sirensongs, spiritual investigative reporter, tires, travel, trees
Entering the Moon we enter the intuitive and psychic realms.
This is the stuff dreams are made of; and, like dreams, the imagery
we find here may inspire us or torment us. Understanding the moon
requires looking within. Our own bodily rhythms are echoed in this
luminary that circles the earth every month and reflects the sun in its
progress. Listening to those rhythms may produce visions and lead you
towards insight. The Moon is a force that has legends attached to it.
It carries with it both romance and insanity. Moonlight reveals itself
as an illusion and it is only those willing to work with the force of
dreams that are able to withstand this reflective light.
Take this 
You're not crabby, you just can't stand stupidity.
You are too clever and opinionated for your own good, and you
always know what everyone else should be doing.
You scored as Disappear. Your death will be by disappearing,
probably a camping trip gone wrong or an evening hike you never returned from.