Christmas eve morning started with the sad news that
Diwali had not made it through the night and had, as our reincarnation-loving
host put it, ‘left her body’ in the morning. Comforting a teary-eyed Judy as
well as finding a dead mouse on our kitchen floor did not make for a happy
start to the day.
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| Shine on, you beautiful soul. |
I had a Skype conversation with my family in distant Geneva
who were having a lovely homely Christmas eve with fireplace and Christmas tree
and I got a bit homesick and depressed, desperately trying to obtain the slightest bit of
German Christmas atmosphere by playing a Thomanerchor playlist on Youtube, even
though songs like ‘Leise rieselt der Schnee’ were not in the least bit
appropriate to the Hawaiian weather. We were busy for a while with the usual stuff,
as well as having to help loading our baby’s body onto the truck to be disposed
of properly, which was quite an emotional challenge. After Judy and Jai Dev
came back we became aware of the fact that the glass door to Kali's room had
cracked into a million pieces for no apparent reason, the glass still all
contained in the frame but the continuous audible splintering noise did not
sound good and we decided that we needed to get away from the farm for today
because everything was a bit ominous and horrible. Despite my slight protest
that this really wasn’t Christmas-Eve-like in the slightest we decided to go to
Cinderland’s Taco Tuesday again and left to hitchhike shortly before nightfall.
We were picked up by a guy called Bobby Black who drove us first to a
supermarket and then all the way to Cinderland which was very much appreciated.
Since Taco Tuesdays are an alcohol-free event we started drinking just outside
the property on a little bench where we also stashed the rest and kept coming
back to during the night. We also had the pleasure of using Cinderland's very own toilet tower, which was an outhouse built far too high for anyone intoxicated in any way, resulting in Sarah accidentally squishing a slug on the way up. Venturing near the kitchen we were unfortunately spotted
by Satori, who was grooving around most spiritually by the fire and started
drawing multiple sideways mushrooms on his shirt in an attempt to help us
identify magic mushrooms before engaging us and a few nearby people into a
crazy group-hand-dance-thing (words fail me when it comes to Satori). We sat by the fire to enjoy our taco, where at
some point a guy came by who was spoon-feeding everyone around the fire with a
mysterious mushroom-chocolate-mousse. We did not have to think twice about
sampling some as well and sure enough, started having a pretty great time soon
after.
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| Christmas in Hawaii, people. |
As we were sitting on a nearby bench around the time the drum circle started
winding down, we got talking to Daniel, a bald guy with a weird cloth tied over his head, about how to get home, and he sort of planted the idea in our
heads not to go home at all but to sleep over at Cinderland in ‘the yoooga
rooooommm….’ (he spoke at bit funnily). We were up for that but for some reason
it was suggested shortly after to instead join a friend of Daniel’s named Pete,
who until this point had been only broodily lurking in the shadows nearby, and to
go sleep at his house, the selling point being that he had a Jacuzzi. So true to
tradition we found ourselves on the back of their truck going God knows where
again, with the hallucinogenic effects of the mushroom-paste kicking into
full gear now. After a short drive and trudging through some bush landscape we
were then introduced into the place that Pete was house-sitting, and settled
in the white pristine living room. It turned out soon that the Jacuzzi had
recently been cleaned somehow and the remaining chemicals were preventing us
from using it, which I think at this point neither Sarah or I were very sad
about. (Pete was pretty great. Daniel, who was paired up with the unfortunate Sarah by default, was not.) We hung out for a long while and experienced quite a range of happenings, like sitting outside on a huge swing with Chihuahuas
running between our feet or engaging in a four-way ‘back-rub train’ (as Daniel called it). At some
point though we were all tired and Sarah and I settled on the
living room couch to sleep, with Daniel not letting our clear disapproval stop him from
joining us there and spooning Sarah to the point that she had to flee to a
different couch in the morning. Merry Christmas!
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