23. Christmas 1971 - HOOM

Christmas 1971 HOOM

1971
I am not sure how the first of 1971 began to churn like souring sun-soaked porridge left to decay

in the trade winds that swept along the Leeward side of Oahu. All that the Order was teaching and saying seemed like shit. Abstract aspirations molded by the powers that be were telling us we were chosen, that the Great White Brotherhood were leading us into some Godhead or other glorious otherly dimension. I did feel something, but I did not know whether it was the psychological brainwashing or my own desire to believe that my life actually had meaning. I never questioned at the time that there was more to life than the moment. Thirty years later, I doubt anything continues, there no doubt is no more than this moment. We are only some sorts of cosmic fertilizer for the next wave of humanity. I did not like anyone in the Order-house, and suddenly Carol Ann left with Desiree in tow.
I have heard personally ‘cosmic-designed-news’ from passing sources (humans, radio, lines in a song and etc.) many times in life. For example, wondering about something or what to do then a car goes by and a line from a song gives an answer… but this one time stands out. On the way to work one morning I heard, ”I heard she left” as a couple passed by on Kalakaua Avenue. As I had been obsessing on Carol Ann at the moment of this ‘hooked-up verbiage’ transiting my airspace I took it as ‘cosmic-designed-news’.

At the time of this great upheaval in my life transit Saturn was at 15 degrees Taurus squaring my Sun, Venus, Saturn/Pluto and opposite Jupiter. It is currently around this degree only in Leo; conjunct my Sun, Venus, Saturn/Pluto and square Jupiter and once again in an angler house. In 1971 it was in the seventh house of relationship and ‘the other’ and now it is in the tenth house of one’s standing and reputation in the community. Now I am writing about it – in 1971 I was living it. Therefore, I am now reliving it whilst Saturn is re-enacting its birth configuration. And to take this further now in March of 2015 I am back to working on this book after a six-year break when transit Saturn is in Sagittarius and it will trine (that is heaps good) my Sun, Venus, Saturn/Pluto exactly a year from now (March 2016) and at the same time transit Jupiter will conjunct my natal Jupiter and Uranus will trine my sun (actually it will form a grand-trine between Transit Saturn and Transit Uranus and my natal Sun – holy shit). Is that not the most cosmic thing you can imagine? Yippee finally success in my crappy life. Then I will probably die being 68 and all. (didn’t happen – I am 74 now - now 78).

I found Carol Ann, though I do not remember how, staying in some grungy hotel in Waikiki. We had sex within a few moments and that was it. I did not see her for several more years. Her and her daughter went back to Carol Ann’s parents in Chicago. She was hospitalized because she began telling people what they were thinking. Carol Ann was the most intuitive person I have ever come across and if there was such a materialization of psychic knowing, like knowing what someone was thinking, Carol Ann could do it. However, in Chicago, she was deemed nuts and given many legal drugs so that she could no longer tell people what they were thinking. I did not go back to the Order house. I had a few dollars that I had saved up and I had a job at a restaurant. I collected my money and flew to Maui. When I got to Maui I quickly decided not to work, signed up for unemployment, and went to live on the nude beach, Makena Beach. I have no idea how I found Makena Beach but no doubt someone would have said that was the place to go. There were two beaches in the area. Big Beach and Little Beach.

I did not go back to the Order house. I had a few dollars that I had saved up and I had a job at a restaurant. I collected my money and flew to Maui. When I got to Maui I quickly decided not to work, signed up for unemployment, and went to live on the nude beach, Makena Beach. I have no idea how I found Makena Beach but no doubt someone would have said that was the place to go. There were two beaches in the area. Big Beach and Little Beach.
Little Beach required climbing over a bluff from Big Beach and for that reason we were isolated. Life became extremely simple. We ate the fruit that grew in the area, swam in the ocean and took lots of LSD. There were a fluctuating number of people at the beach. The road to the place was a narrow dirt road and there would be weeks when no one drove to the beach. Now Makena Beach is a resort and the nude beach is still at Little Makena Beach. Though now it is more popular as it is listed in articles – especially gay sites – that it is a ‘great gay beach’. When I was there it was very much a heterosexual beach.


There is a similar setup near Adelaide. Maslin Beach is the main beach and the nude beach is further down the coast. At the end of the beach, gay people do gay things. Living on Makena Beach was such a peaceful oasis of living after the Order. I had nothing and for once I felt I had everything. It was the only time in my life where I had no ambitions, no goals, and no thoughts of the future. I sat on the beach, took LSD every day and looked at the water for hours and hours. Once a month I would borrow some clothes, go into Lahaina, and get my unemployment check. After some time, I think it was a few months; I became bored and flew to Hilo on the Big Island. Within my first week or so there, I had a dog, though I do not recall how I acquired it. It was a large Russian wolfhound. He or she was happy being with me. We hitched hiked together, camped in state parks, and traipsed around Hawaii for months. When a car would stop to give us a lift, the dog would run up to it and once settled in the car the dog would curl up at my feet. My only really bad experience with that dog was once when we were hitchhiking the dog found horse poo and rolled in and I used my shirt trying to get it off. I don’t think we hitched anymore that day. We lived in the town of Captain Cook on a coffee plantation for several weeks. We lived with a group of people in shelters made from local plant growth. With everyone being between his or her teenage to early twenty years, it was pretty much like camping out for us all. No one seemed to have any cares or concern about money or the future. We made love with whoever was up to it, ate, smoked dope, and swallowed LSD and did not do much of anything that our parents would consider serious stuff.

22b. Saint Terrell
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Terrell Neuage, (dual citizen USA/Australia) is a South Australian/New York poet, writer, and digital artist known for his evocative poetry and extensive research on conversational analysis in on-line communciations (including communication in the AI era; from sharing information to making sense of it). His best-selling autobiographies;Leaving America (Before the After) & Leaving Australia (after) – exploring life as a hippie, brother in a California Cult (Holy Order of MANS) as Brother Terrell Adsit, Astrolger (40-years) to non-believer, and adventures in Australia, single parent, tofu manufacturer/street artist, China, the USA & fifty+ other ountries. From high school drop out, Shenendehowa Central School, Clifton Park, New York at age 16, back to school at age 44 (BA & Masters from Deakin University, Melbourne, Australia) to PhD from the University of South Australia at age 58 to knocking on your door at age 78.