For Golden Sky Cougar, Oh Super Man... Wherever You Are

Laurie Anderson is a performance artist. She hangs with the likes of David Bowie and Lou Reed. Enough said.

I once knew a guy who was waaay out there. I am quite certain that he still is... wherever he is.

He had a very high IQ and said he was in mensa... and he said that he was Maslowian self-actualized. Superman. Jesus? Don't even go there, you wouldn't understand where he was coming from unless you were an extreme child from the 60's and 70's, and then you'd still have to be 'out there'?

This song (if you can call it a song) was sourced from a couple of operas, "O Souverain" from Jules Massenet's 1885 opera Le Cid, and his 1902 opera, "Le jongleur de Notre-Dame". I wonder if he knew that, then, when he fell in love with it. I guess it wouldn't matter. Anyways... these are for him.

Sometimes we have to remember to empty our own cup, when it is over-flowing.

The mountaintop can be cold, isolated... and lonely. Sometimes we have to come back down the mountain, in order to feel the warmth of the sun that shines above us... no matter how high we have climbed, or what heights we may have reached.

No man is an island. We are not autonomous, no matter how much we think that we are. We are all connected.

When I wrote my first posting, In The Beginning, I spoke of not having anyone to converse with, on certain subjects. He became the one who could go the distance, in anything that I might wonder, and to any place that my mind would wander. I appreciated that. During the short time that he had been in my life, I became like a sponge for spiritual knowledge, and began a rapid pace of absorption, reading everythihg that I could get my hands on.

I learned about meditation and Richard Alpert (Ram Dass)... and Timothy Leary. I learned about William Blake, Friedrich Nitzche, Henry Maslow, and Carl Jung. I learned about Shakti and Shiva, as in Tantra... and Kundalini. I learned about Carlos Casteneda, and separate and alternate realites. And I could talk about the UFO I'd seen, when I was only 19... he had seen one too. I could share with him about the out of body experience I'd had, at age 19, and he'd know exactly what I was talking about, because he'd had them, too. And I would be introduced to Kate Bush and Laurie Anderson. He had left this small town that I sprang from, and had returned, absorbed in the energies of Colorado... and I had been eager to share of them.

He introduced me to Native American type spirituality, and it was, with him, that I experienced the first heart beat of the drum, and tears had flowed from my eyes, so beautiful and familiar the sound and experience had been.

His brother was Little Feather, he introduced me to energy work, and had been with me when I had experienced a powerful vision that I would carry with me for many years, before I came to terms with it. And Little Feather had awakened in the night and written a beautiful poem for me. That was a rare thing, in my life... a man, writing a poem just for me?

They were unique and strange, and I had loved them both, individually and separately. I actually had loved Golden Sky Cougar, and though he had fancied me some, I could never quite reel him in. And then his brother fell in love with me. Or so he thought. That would be the end of his time with me, except for a couple of dream visits, years down the road.

I remember him, here. I didn't forget him. I never will. I'm sure he did not forget about me. I'm certain. Nothing else need be said about that.

The bottom one is actually kinda funny.