European Tour III: Day 16 – Landing in Russia

Day 16, Monday, July 6, 2015

Congratulations to the US Women’s Soccer (Football) Team!!!

I decided it would be best to cool my heels this morning (for those of you in Europe and other countries, that’s an expression from African American communities in the US, which I personally first encountered when in VISTA [Volunteers in Service to America] back in 1968).

I just spent it re-packing everything for the second leg of my trip, and getting in some exercise. This Holiday Inn redeemed itself by having a real nice swimming pool and mini-gym.

Before my swim, I decided to try some weights to see what I wanted to do about weights when I got back settled in Florida. I’ve never lifted weights in my life. In fact, I always scoffed at the notion as I was hauling and chopping wood for a big chunk of my life, building stone walls and doing a lot of outdoor work in general. But about 3 or 4 years ago, I gave myself a hernia by trying to move a big rock I had no business moving—I did end up moving it, but got the hernia as a result, so it was a Pyrrhic victory—and I had to stop my heavy lifting.  But it took almost being unable use my arms to push myself up into those Spain caves that made me realize I had to do something drastic because I was losing my strength.  After this experience I can say I’m not sure I like weights but I can see where they might be important in my old age.

I’m just starting to feel really good swimming again—and now I’m about to go to Russia and Romania, were I have no idea if I’ll be able to swim. But now instead of cross-country skiing in Vermont, I’ll be swimming in Florida.

My song -good grief!

After my swim I took a sauna. While in the sauna a song came to me that I had written for Amy at the beginning of our relationship. I am not a very good songwriter but this is a really good one—one of my two best. And in singing it to myself, my grief came back big-time. But that was okay with me. Why not experience grief from time to time? Our past relationship, which was so beautiful and powerful, deserves it. So long as I don’t stay there!

I had an interesting thought regarding losing this relationship: I am not grief. I am not devastated. I am not in despair. I am not angry. I am not resentful. I am not in fear or worried about my future. I am not seeing innocence. I am not compassion. I am not gratefulness. About my dissolved relationship I am only what I think in any given moment. So that was my morning.

Taking to the air

St PetersburgThen off to St. Petersburg on Ukrainian Air (yikes!) to change planes in Kiev, Ukraine. This part of my adventure will be so different from Greece. But I’ve never been to any of these countries, so it’s wonderful.

Last night, though, I was really feeling like a weary traveler. I realized that in the Greek Islands, especially on Naxos, I had a chance to finally stop in one place and relax a while. This was really necessary for me, and I really could have used another week. I am also really tan right now. But after a good night’s sleep I feel like I’ve got my second wind—maybe.

I switched planes in Kiev (does that mean I can now say I was in the Ukraine—eh, probably not, but I can say it was hotter there than in Greece!) After standing in a line (queue) for a half hour, which said “International transfers” (or something like that), when I finally got to the desk, this Ukranian lady got really irritated with me: “You don’t be here. Go there!” How was I supposed to know? There were no instruction signs—at least not in English.

I landed in St. Petersburg, and was the last one through customs. I came out and there were Peter and Svetlana (Lana) waiting for me—a sight for sore eyes. It was now 11:00 at night and as we were heading to our place to stay on the other side of St. Petersburg, I couldn’t believe that it was still essentially light out, because St. Petersburg is so far north. It was like a perennial sunset, with the sunrise right around the corner. Really strange.

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European Tour III: Day 15 – My third biggest travel nightmare

Day 15, Sunday, July 5, 2015

My third biggest travel nightmare occurred today.

The first of course is being kidnapped and tortured; the second is being in a crash and being maimed for life (and even the very bumpy flight from Mykanos to Athens in high winds and more than a few big drops, in an old, twin propeller plane, didn’t come close to that)—but I never think about those.

The third is being lost in a foreign country where people can’t speak English well enough to help you, and you’re stranded and helpless. I don’t think about that much, either, except when it happened.

I’d had a lovely day at Paraga Beach, which beat Paradise Beach hands-down, and where I read and took a great long swim. I bid a sad farewell to Mykanos, with its all-bright-white stucco (or something) houses and blue doors and shutters against the beautiful blue sky and ocean, and to the Greek Islands in general.

Greek BusI landed at 6:45 PM. I was supposed to stay at the Holiday Inn-Airport, which makes one think it is pretty near the airport. I asked at information if there was a shuttle and the guy was very hard to understand, but I think he told me to go outside and look for something, which I couldn’t find. So I asked an airport employee outside and pointed to the information I had that read, “Holiday Inn-Airport,” and he said, in very, very broken English, “Oh, Holiday Inn. Take that bus,” and he pointed. So I went to the bus driver and pointed to my information, and he pointed to the next bus.

So I went to that bus driver and pointed to my information, and he said, “Yes, here.”

So, this bus goes to Holiday Inn?

Yes, this.

So I sat down. I knew I was in trouble when the bus left the vicinity of the airport altogether. I was on that bus for an hour and 15 minutes. But what was I going to do, get off somewhere in Athens? Talk about feeling helpless. Plus I’d only had a (great) peach for lunch. I was very, very tired, I was very hungry, my blood sugar was way down, I was, how you say?, crabby.

So I thought, well, if they bring me to another Holiday Inn, maybe I can have that Holiday Inn get me back to the right one. Then I heard a Greek passenger giving directions in English to a couple, so I went up to her and said, “I suppose I’m very far from this,” and I pointed to my information. She agreed with me, took pity on me. She told me I had to take this bus to the end, and it wasn’t far now, and then when the driver makes everyone get off, go to the bus at the front of the line and it will take you back to the airport. She felt very sorry for me.

So I did just that, and rode the 1hr 15min bus ride back to the airport. By this time I’m kind of in a daze or stupor and its 9:00, and all of a sudden when he made a stop, out the corner of my eye I spot the Holiday Inn! I ran off the bus, hoping it was the right place, but we had to be close to the airport by now.

Hello room service?

Checked in, told them my woes. They weren’t very sympathetic. I was dying to order room service. I called. No answer. I called again. Same. I called the front desk. She repeated the instructions for calling room service. I did. No answer. So I called the front desk again. “Do you want me to try for you?” “Yes, please.” She called. No answer.

So she said, “Would you like me to take your order and I’ll get it to room service?” “Yes, please.

After a while, room service called.I heard from the front desk that you called room service. I want you to know it will be a two hour wait. We are very backed up. I suggest you go down to the bar and order from there.” I said, “Yes.

So I ran down to the bar, realized I left my money in the room, ran back to my room, ran back down to the bar, where a couple was complaining to the bartender that they had been waiting 10 minutes to get a seat, and there were 4 groups ahead of me.

So I ran to a gas station across the street that I saw when I got there. They were advertising a club sandwich. I would have eaten anything at that point. Got my food to go. Went back to the hotel.

Stopped at the front desk and told them to be sure room service had cancelled my order. Went up to my room and, thankfully, ate. Then room service knocks on my door with a plate of food for me. He was mighty annoyed when I said I had told the front desk to be sure they knew it was cancelled. This pretty much sums up a lot of things about Greece: Organized chaos.

Well, Greece voted “no” today in their referendum and are dancing in the streets.  What it means, nobody knows.

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European Tour III: Day 14 – Getting out of Paradise

Day 14, Saturday, July 4, 2015

Happy Birthday, USA! It’s weird not being in the United States for the Fourth of July. I think I’ve missed it for the last two or three years in a row. I met a guy from Italy, briefly, with an American flag tattooed on his bicep. Go figure. Made me feel right at home.

I had my own little mini adventure today. Sadly, I had to leave Naxos; I had really grown to like that place, and loved my location within walking distance to a great beach and to town. But since I could not take the chance the ferries to Athens wouldn’t be canceled due to high winds, which would make me miss my plane to Russia, I took a ferry to Mykonos to stay one night and fly to Athens from there the next day. Some people had told me to avoid Mykonos, and others had said if I had the chance I should check it out at least, just to see the wild scene.

So I took the bus from Avia Ana into the port of Naxos, had souvlaki for lunch, which was really good, and discovered that the ferry was delayed for an hour. When it finally arrived, ¾ of the way to our destination it pulled into a small cove off a deserted island close to Minos. An announcement came on that they were making a repair (sheltered from the big waves, I presume) and would be on our way again in 15 minutes. An hour later we still had not left the cove.

Finally, we were on our way again and, when we docked at Mykonos, to give you an idea of the rocking the ferry was undergoing in the big waves caused by the big wind, if one did not grip the banister tightly on the way down three flights of stairs, one would have been thrown into the banister, then thrown to the other side against the wall, then thrown back to the banister, and so forth. It was pretty wild. In fact, when we got off the ferry, we had to be careful because the waves were crashing over the dock some.

Then I had to find where the Germanos Studios were, in which I was staying. All it had for an address was “School of Art.” I asked if anyone had heard of this place, and someone told me to take a bus to Fabrika. So I found the bus to Fabrika, and when I got off I asked in a coffee shop if anyone had heard of this place, and I got directions to walk up a big hill. Of course I got lost, so I stopped into another hotel and asked. The woman told me it was too far to walk with my heavy pack, so she called them for me, and I had to wait awhile but they picked me up.

Once I dumped my heavy pack, it was now about 5:00 PM, and things hadn’t even gotten started on Mykonos yet. To give you an idea of what this place is like, I saw two T-shirts. One of them said, “Good girls go to heaven; Bad girls go to Mykonos,” the other said, “Save a lollipop, suck a…” [I’ll leave you to guess what, but it rhymes with stick].

Okay, what have I gotten myself into here? So I thought I would grab my beach stuff, even at this late hour, and head to the world-famous Paradise Beach. The bus let me off at Paraga Beach. I inquired. The bus driver said, “No Paradise, Paraga.” I could’ve sworn somebody told me to get onto that particular bus. So I went to the ticket office at Paraga Beach, and I asked, “Is there any way to get to Paradise Beach from here?” She said, “yes you go over this little trail at a blue gate and takes you there”.

Oh. I must say the island of Mykonos is very beautiful, and it must have been a gorgeous place to be before the partiers took it over, such as when the hippies famously discovered it in the 60s.

Paradise Beach, MykonosWhen I came over the rise and saw Paradise Beach, or, rather, heard it before I got there, I was appalled. It was wall-to-wall lounge chairs and umbrellas. There was barely a place to walk. This was late in the day, so they weren’t many sunbathers and swimmers out, and even then it was the most crowded beach I think I’ve ever been to, and that’s with only a few people on it. Where the people were, and there were many of them, was in the disco bars, and each one seemed to be competing with the other for loudness of music.

So I tried to get as far away from all that is possible, but it was not a long beach; I couldn’t get away from the pounding dance music, every song seemingly the same beat. But I did manage to lie out on the beach and read my book; it seemed too late to go swimming.

I saw an Indian restaurant up on the hill, so I ate dinner and I paid an outrageous amount for a mediocre meal. I decided to leave Paradise as soon as I could.

So I walked back through the party scene—I witnessed two couples practically making love out in the open, and the night had not even started yet. So I walked back over the hill to Paraga, and they said the bus would not be there for another hour, but at Paradise the bus left every half hour. I didn’t know a bus went directly to Paradise. So I walked back over the hill back down to the beach, couldn’t find the bus stop, but two young women were also looking for it and we found it together. But we had just missed this bus, which turned out to be the last bus on the half hour slots, so I still had to wait until 9:30 PM to get the bus back.

I met two friendly young women from Arkansas who were happy to meet another American on the Fourth of July. I did more talking in the next 15 minutes than I had with anyone over the last four days. They made me give them the name of my book (Somebody Should Have Told Us!) so they could order it. Fat chance; they were already a little tipsy. Once the bus got back to Fabrika I had to trudge back up the hill in the dark. I got lost once briefly, but again asked someone and found my way.

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European Tour III: Day 13 – Not entirely relaxing

Day 13, Friday, July 3, 2015

I have almost managed to totally relax. (If it weren’t for my confounded obligations…)

  • Bike ride in the morning before I had to drop it off.
  • Walk to beach.
  • Long swim.
  • Walk back to hotel.
  • Finished a chapter of my book.
  • Back to beach.
  • Dinner.

And here I am now before going to sleep. I could use another week here, of not talking to anyone. Oh well, I’ll have plenty of time for that in Florida. And to think my major epiphany of the night before has not worn off yet.

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European Tour III: Day 12 – The energy of all things

Day 12, Thursday, July 2, 2015

I may have had a major breakthrough last night, but I hesitate to say it in case it’s another illusion. Well, last night I started to drop like a rock. I decided it was time to listen for the first time to an audiofile of my birthday psychic reading from the great Jean-Jacques Guyot of Montreal, just before I left for Greece. The insights I’d gained from hearing it in person had helped me a lot, but it went by so fast.

With great trepidation I stared listening; it had potential to bring me down even further. When I heard again his first real eye-opening, jaw-dropping insight, I could feel myself come crashing down. I had to stop the “tape” and just lie in bed, stunned, floored.

I’m not going to go into personal details here, but all of a sudden I saw how I had built my relationship upon a false foundation. And when I saw that, after wallowing in self-pity for a while, all of a sudden it was like this foundation completely shattered, like the glass that hit my unforgiving tile floor in Florida, and scattered everywhere—and I got this image of the pieces of my foundation—me—hurtling through space, scattering everywhere into the universe. Suddenly the fact that the illusion of truth in this foundation no longer existed, meant the pieces of the foundation scattering in all directions (I got the image of Humpty Dumpty) held no truth either.

The only Truth was the energy holding the scattering pieces all together. The energy of All things. The energy of my true Self. And I truly saw what I only intellectually knew before, that any answer out of my heartache would be found in this Energy, MIND, and to look anywhere else was futile, and to even look there was futile because there is no use “looking” for what I already AM. Big? Weird, but huge.

I woke up in the morning feeling pretty darn good. Pretty amazing.

Back on the bike

I was going to turn my bike in a day early because I had completely exhausted myself yesterday, but with my renewed spirit I decided not to, because I could make use of it. So I rode the 7 km. to the town of Naxos (about 1/3 the distance I rode yesterday in the other direction; luckily, it was against the wind on the way there this time) to take care of my ferry ticket to Mykonos in a couple of days, and the bus ticket to get to the ferry. Plus it gave me an opportunity to go to the ruins of the Temple of Apollo, which I had noticed when I first got off the ferry.

Walking out on the walkway to the Temple the waves were crashing so hard that they kept spraying over the walkway; it was a little unnerving. These were big waves! It was so windy! In fact, I saw a ferry in the distance coming in and it was listing from side to side so much it looked scary, and I could imagine how many people were getting seasick on board, which made me say a little prayer for the wind to die down within the next couple of days.

Then, before I biked back I saw that a shop had soft-serve ice cream, very rare for Greece, and I couldn’t resist, even though it was before lunch.

The Old Market NaxosThen, by accident, I bumped into the best market area I’ve ever been to in my life: The Old Market. It was almost like being in those caves in Spain (not quite), with all-enclosed, narrow little corridors weaving in and out of little shops, and it kept going on and on. It was like a maze in there. One could easily get lost. It was so cute! How can anyone not like the Island of Naxos?

Then I biked back with the wind at my back, and even the uphills didn’t bother me. Then I rested my minor sunburn—I’ve tried to be so careful—during the hottest time of the day, then went back to Plaka beach later in the afternoon. Took my ½ hour swim—that’s another criteria for my beach. Did some reading. Had delicious moussaka for dinner, which is almost as gluttonous as pastitsio. Good thing I’m getting all this exercise. Did some writing. A good day.

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European Tour III: Day 11- Life is a Beach

Day 10 11, Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Just in case anyone noticed, I somehow got one day off in my dates again. I have no idea how that happened. I’m caught up now.

I woke up this morning to find an email from my publisher that the Three Principles History book, Paradigm Shift, is out and available. That’s a thrill, to have that labor of love out there (it certainly wasn’t labor for money).

Today I totally overdid it.

I rented a bicycle and rode out to what was supposed to be a beautiful beach on a fairly remote part of this island. Three quarters of the way there I wondered if this was a wise thing to do. It was far! But, oh well, I was ¾ there.

Aliko beachWell, I finally got to this beach and it was even way better than I imagined. I’d rank it easily in my top 10 beaches I’ve ever been to, and possibly in my top 5: Aliko beach (The other beach is Plaka beach, which is nice in itself—and a lot closer!). I have never seen water so bright, deep blue. Stunning!

I realized I’m not in the Mediterranean Sea anymore; I’m in the Aegean Sea for the first time.

But then I had to bike back. I had no idea it was going to be mostly up hill, with the wind now blowing hard against me, and in the mid-day sun. I had to stop and rest in the middle. By the time I finally got back I was totally wasted, and still feel that way right now.

I can feel my spirits dropping some.

The trick, I guess, is either to watch them do their thing and not let it bring me down, or to see them as the illusion they are and not take them seriously, or to realize my pure consciousness is still totally unscathed and is the only thing that counts. Can I do it? Wrong question. Will I realize it?

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European Tour III: Day 9 – Thoughts on how NOT to teach the Principles

Day 9, Tuesday, June 29, 2015

I admit to having disturbed thoughts, stemming from a conversation I had yesterday, hearing about people teaching in the name of the Three Principles yet combining it with other things. If anyone thinks they can combine the Principles with any other practice they simply are not seeing the Principles deeply enough, and it would behoove them to spend their time seeing it more deeply before they teach, instead of teaching before they see it deeply.

I have complete confidence that when people see the Three Principles deeply enough they will no longer feel the need to combine it with anything else; in fact, they will see the futility of it. One cannot teach inside-out and outside-in at the same time and have it do anything but confuse people and give them the wrong idea.

As I’ve said many times before The Three Principles is a description, not a prescription. It’s a description of how our experience of life is always created, no exceptions, and how we are already everything we are looking for. When people see that at a deep enough level, their lives change. That’s what the Three Principles is all about.  If we see it at too shallow a level we think gaining the understanding, in and of itself, is not enough. I suggest people be a little cautious of those teachers trying to combine it, because you will not be exposing yourself to teachers with a deep enough understanding.

Teaching what you’ve not seen for yourself

Another thing my thinking is a little disturbed by is people who try to teach about what another person has seen for themselves. This is difficult to explain.

Suppose someone has Seen Oneness. That person can talk very powerfully about what s/he has seen. It can touch another’s life. Now suppose a person who has been touched by what that other person has seen tries to teach what that first person saw. It will not be heard! It is not their direct experience, even though they have been touched by it. Yet, what will be heard and have impact is that second person’s description of what happened to her/him when s/he heard the first person’s description of Oneness. Get the difference? We can only talk about our direct experience and expect it to have any impact. This and similar issues are what I need to address in my Extended Professional Training in Spain, beginning in October.

Alone on the Ferry

Enough of that, I find myself on a huge ferry—more like a cruise ship—heading over to the island of Naxos. It’s all me alone now. Then I disembarked.

Some of my colleagues who know the Greek Islands tried to talk me out of going to Naxos. I don’t know why. How can anyone not love Naxos? At least I do. By the way, that other island I originally wanted to go to but couldn’t because of logistics is Donoussa, not whatever I posted before. That would have been nice but I’m happy here.

I was looking for a particular type of beach, which Donoussa had, but as luck would have it so does Naxos, within walking distance of where I’m staying—a long walk, but nonetheless. Really nice beach here. One of the ingredients is white sand, because white sand doesn’t burn the feet. So I had both a long walk and a long swim yesterday, and started reading a book about my beloved Boston Red Sox. That’s what I need right now. Frivolous. Just entertain me, so I can totally relax.

However, most people don’t know this about me, but I am actually pretty shy, except when I’m in charge of a training group, so it is not as easy for me as it is for some to meet new people. I know that’s just thought, but it’s a lifelong habit. I don’t like to thrust myself upon others.  And here in Naxos, quite interestingly, I haven’t even heard anyone speak English, except if they’re trying to understand me out of necessity, like checking into the Anita’s Village Hotel in Aria Ana or at the grocery store. Besides Greek, all other tourists here seem to be from non-English speaking countries. Then there are the smokers, of which there are many here, and my tendency is to stay as far away from them as possible. So this could truly be a vacation of solitude—which actually suits me quite fine right now. I’ll only have my higher self as a friend. Good company. Oh yeah, my lower self could show up too. Bad company. We’ll see who prevails.

A great way to put on weightI had to order pastitio again last night, because my first attempt had been so disappointing. This one was fabulous, so, gluttonous as it is, I’m so glad I did it again. It’s a great way to get fat. Then I actually did some writing! I had interviewed Richard on the beach the other day—fabulous interview; his life has changed in so many ways (just by a deep understanding, by the way)—and there is a lot of great stuff in there to write.

Unfortunately my bed isn’t that comfortable and there was a mosquito in my room—no screens on the windows. Drove me nuts. It’s amazing what we can let the outside world do to us sometimes.

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European Trip III: Day 8 – Partial to the Parthenon

Day 8, Monday, June 28, 2015

The ParthenonI finally saw the Acropolis and, in it, the Parthenon. It’s one of those places I wondered I’d ever get to see. All my life it was an important ancient landmark to me because my mother was an art history teacher, as well as an artist. But she didn’t have to do too much drilling of it into my head because I was fascinated by it. And aside from the fact that the Parthenon had scaffolding around it blocking some of the structure, it didn’t disappoint. How did they get the stones on those huge columns up so high in those ancient times? I’m not sure of the historical dates, but to also know Socrates and his student, Plato, and his student, Aristotle, were wandering around some time around then, philosophizing, and that this was the cradle of Western civilization—it’s just an incredible place.

But Athens itself did not give me a good feeling, except for the area around the Acropolis. Too huge and chaotic for me—unmanageable.

Before Mick, Gill and I left for Athens we spent a long, difficult time trying to make reservations for me to get to the Greek islands. I had my heart set on Sondussa (I can’t remember the name exactly right now or may have spelled it wrong) because of the beaches, but it turned out to be too far out and too remote to be practical for this trip, so I settled on Naxos, and would take a ferry to Mykanos for a day before flying from there back to Athens.

But there was a ferry strike, which we hadn’t heard about, so all the flights were booked to Naxos. So when we stopped in Athens to naively try to get a ferry ticket for tomorrow, we were informed the ferries were on strike. But the guy looked up the latest information just to be sure and, miraculously, the strike had just ended.

Since I had uncancellable reservations in Naxos and Mykanos it would not have been good if I couldn’t get there.

Which brings up the economic-political state of this country, which I guess I should mention. A referendum has been set for the Greek people to vote on whether or not to stay part of the European Union. Greece is so much in debt to the E.U. it’s very bad.  People started panicking and taking all their money out of the banks. The banks closed down. No one could use their credit cards. But again, miraculously, the banks are scheduled to open again tomorrow and people can use their credit cards again. The vote is scheduled for the day I leave Mykanos for Athens, which is the day before I fly to Russia. Should be interesting. I’m not worried, like some people are.

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European Trip III: Day 7 – farewells

Day 7, Sunday, June 27, 2015

Koroni Not much to report today. It was pretty relaxing. Drove to Koroni with the same wonderful characters as yesterday. Beautiful town. Visited a very nice monastery. Had lunch together. Went to the beach, where I fell asleep again.

Interviewed Richard about all the changes that have taken place in his life since discovering the Three Principles. Had a snack-type dinner in Koroni, then ice cream. Said our good-byes to the wonderful Scandinavians, and to Mick’s friend Jan, who really got caught in the spirit of the people caught in the understanding of the 3Ps.  I’m going to miss them.

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European Tour III: Day 6 – Another day in paradise

Day 6, Saturday, June 26, 2015

Ruins at Messini courtesy of John ReccoAnother beautiful day in the European paradise of Peloponnesus. Today Mick, Gill, Richard, Anna Greta, Susanne, Jan and I drove to Ancient Messini, incredible old ruins of an ancient city still being archeologically unearthed.

We had to wait for a long thunderstorm to pass, which cooled things off considerably and which I was not dressed for, but we all had a real nice lunch together while we waited.

It was amazing for me to picture all these ancient Greeks running around here on the 4thCentury, B.C. That’s old.  We sat for a while in an Olympic-like stadium of ancient rock, picturing the kinds of games or fights that went on there.   In a stone amphitheater a crew was setting up a big speaker system for bunch of Tedx talks happening there that night—which seemed really out of place but kind of cool—but since they were starting at 9:00 PM, we couldn’t stay.

During lunch we had the idea that we should expand Mark’s 3P trek idea to a combined holiday sightseeing-in-ancient-Greek ruins (and beaches) with semi-informal 3P gatherings and one-on-one sessions with me. I like that idea a lot. There is so much wonder to see here, and plus the combination relaxes the mind and allows new insights to percolate easier. Next year! June or September. Stay tuned.

I don’t know if it was the very late dinner or something in the food or whether I was simply wired or what, but I had the most difficult time falling off to sleep last night, which is rare for me. I probably didn’t get to sleep until 2:00 AM!

I saw that Mick posted this on Facebook: “Having Jack be here in this beautiful place, an amazing group of people on the course (including my dear wife!), seeing through more illusion that I’d made up which allows me to reconnect more with the beauty that’s already in front of my nose within and without… It doesn’t get much better. Oh, wait… it just did yesterday!” Yup.

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