Saturday, June 20, 2009

Street Fair Edition

Dear Readers,

In this issue we'll be covering the Haight Street Fair on Sunday the 14th of June which is an especially momentous occasion.

Why? Because it's not a remembrance of things past, it's not what's left over after a hot Saturday night, it's not Indian Summer in place of true Spring, it's the real thing walking down Haight Street with flowers in her hair, .

Many people think that the Hippy Era has come and gone, many people're filled with nostalgia, sentimentality, remorse, and sadness, feeling that that time has past and will never be again. . .

But what if the 60's were just the dress rehearsal? What if they were just the warm up, the prelude, the opening symphony to the real start of the New Age which is to come in the year 2012 when the Mayan calendar ends?. .

What if nobody blew it at all, and all the trials and tribulations were the tough schooling we all got for taking the trip and for purchasing a ticket to life in the first place?

The year 2012 is “the end” of the Mayan calendar.

“The End”, the point, the purpose of it all, when everyone 'gets it', and the New Age starts.

Many people thought and hoped that some great change would come in or around the year 2000, but it hasn't come yet, and despite the W.W.W. and the Technocrats taking everybody's money away to invest it in as 'far off' places as possible – it's not the light of the new that everyone had hoped would bring refreshment and respite.

The Water Bearer hasn't yet arrived on the scene. . .

The reason that the Earth is in such a sorry, polluted, messed up and manipulated state is – no one's fault at all.

The reason that there are wars, wars, and rumors of wars is – no one's fault at all.

The reason for the shape that the Earth is in at this very moment is that people do not live here and have never had the hope of living here.

You can't blame people for the way they treat a place if they don't live there, if it's not their's, if it can never be their's, and if it's not their ultimate home.

It's time for the New Age to start and for the old cycle to end. It's time to roll away the dew, the mist, and the wall of fog.

Like the Judgment Card in the Tarot deck, a horn blows and a man, a woman, and a child arise from the coffins they've been laying in and rise with their arms outstretched.

The start of the New Age is: That for the first time in human history people will be able to live here in their physical bodies and maintain them without dying.

The Mayan calendar ends at that point, in 'the year of physical immortality'.

The end of the Mayan calendar is the beginning of the New Age and the end of the Old Age of Pisces and Jesus and “the highest love” being proclaimed self-sacrifice.

Those perceiving doom and destruction for the year 2012 just happen to have a different view of “the end” than some others, and it just may be the end for them if they'd been planning on spending billions of dollars of tax payer's money on life in outer space and technology not having anything to do with taking care of this planet and being human.

It doesn't seem that Mr. God is going to let us sluggards get away with fucking up the whole planet and then like the pigs we are just move on to new virgin territory somewhere else. . .

The following story was written by Summer Dawn, a true initiate of the Temple of the Inscriptions, Palenque, Mexico.

There he learned to write and to etch things in stone that last for a very long time.

To some, he's known as 'The Tenant', a Carlos Castanedian term meant to signify one who's lived here on the earth in his physical body for many hundreds of year.

To others, he's known as The Cosmic Fool, the Fool in the Tarot deck, a fool on another level than most people normally associate with the term “Fool”, somewhat in the mode that the wise man Socrates said 'he knew nothing”, He has some kind of special knack for starting all over again and being a beginner just as his beard is turning gray. He also has the ability to forgive people their idocy, so that they can evolve.

To others, he's known as Joe Hill, the man who never died.

And whatever it is in all of us that has never died – better get it's ass down to the fair this year!

Roy Holtzman
Editor of the Haight Ashbury Free Press

* * * * *

(6/12/09)

We will be out there in the LUVER Booth! Come by!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

No comments: