Last night I watched Hereafter again, which got me thinking about the Bardo Thodol, which got me thinking about the day the Dalai Lama visited Santa Fe.
At the time I was working the evening shift as an intake specialist for a alcohol/drug addiction hotline. I got home late and usually slept until noon, but found myself lying awake at 7am when the phone rang. A friend had tickets to a teaching by the Dalai Lama at the local Buddhist stupa, did I want to go? Sure.
Lotsa people, had a pretty good seat, but I’d heard this one a thousand times before, so I went for some air.
Taking up the lotus position, I watched the Mercedes and the people. That day I saw more blondes then in the rest of the seven years I lived in Santa Fe. This was the super rich getting on their Enlightenment Chic.
I started watching The Orgasm Diaries, but 40 minutes in I just wasn’t feeling it. I took a break and ended up thinking about those same old used to be’s. I recalled James Taylor’s song and found this video. Yeah, I used to need 4 walls and a honky tonk angel, but not now.
Over the last two months I’ve watched Hereafter about five times. Not because it’s about people dying, but because it’s about a place where people go to create realities, and that’s what we’re all interested in, isn’t it. Creating our own reality?