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We're still in the car, looking for a hotel to spend the night in. We said good-bye to the Ben Ber motel in Yreka (which I insisted on calling the Ben Hur motel) this morning, and went to the Spiritual Leadership Conference that followed Wesak. Since I haven't gotten around to really talking about Wesak, I am going to now. Be prepared to be baffled.

Wesak is pronounced wee-sack, and I did a good job of resisting calling it "we suck" until yesterday. It is put on by Dr. Joshua David Stone and his wife Wistansia. It costs $333.00 to attend. This year featured the musical talents of Omashar and Matisha amongst others. I liked saying Wistancia and Matisha, so I made an effort to bring them up as often as possible. Yes, you can pity the people I was working with...

Saturday evening held the main event, which was Dr. Stone giving the attendees 72 activations. Had you been there with me, you could have:

• merged and united with the great Monad
• had your light body ignited by god's love rod
• been amongst the first earthlings to travel in god's mer-ka-ba to god's sacred crystal chamber where the threefold flame of god's heart resides
• anchored and activated the 72 names of god in your chakra and 12-body system

I would later learn that Monad is your "cosmic Christ self". After the 72 activations (which took for-ev-er), we thanked "the one billion interplane transcended masters, angels and archangels, elohim masters, and Christed extraterrestrials." Yes, you read that right. Christed extraterrestrials.

This was our spiritual leader. Doesn't he look like Rasputin?

I'm just going to interrupt myself for a second and say that Tita was watching the news in our motel room the other night and they announced that the rebel forces had killed several people according to their website. The rebel forces have a website where they announce their kills? That is truly terrifying. We have arrived at the digital age.

On Sunday we got to hear the voice of Metatron, which we can't hear again for another year. We spun a golden electron in our hearts and spun our electrons an octave higher. Try not to be devestated that you missed this. Several people were crying after that experience. Sunday evening was a dance, and I think several people paid the $333 just to attend a party where they could meet some single new age people. I danced with Matisha and later announced to Tita and John that Matisha was my new best friend.

Today was a seperate more selective conference, the focus of which was networking. Everyone in the room had to introduce themselves and one woman announced that she is an extraterrestrial living in a New Jersey body. She said she channeled rocks and had x-ray vision in her hands. Another woman declared that she was an intergalactic cleaner. A third woman had just found out she is a whale in a human's body. One man asked, "What if the Hokey Pokey is what it's all about?" Many people said this was the best party they had ever been to, which made me very sad for them. One woman from new Zeland said it was the only party she had ever been to. We were told we are "the hands and feet of god."

Things I actually liked included a woman who said, "Making something from nothing is my talent and real joy." I think that is true of me. An ex-crack cocaine addict referred to "the depths of suffering I enjoyed..."

We left the conference to interview a man who sells "gold silk" which is silk to which he claims he has bonded 24 karat gold. Tita claims it made her hot, but it didn't do anything when I wore it. The 24 x 24 inch sqare i had on costs $200.

Finally we said goodbye to Shasta and headed towards Napa.

Watching the way the clouds bump up against Mount Shasta and roll down the other side is magical. I know that there are scientific explainations involving air pressure and temperature, but to witness such a dance between mountain and sky defies logic.

We stopped in Dunsmuir for a drink at the Flamingo Bar and had din din at a trucker's joint named Bill and Kathy's.

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two years ago today: "Nothing delights me more than curling up in front of the TV and watching a movie with Him. I feel that I can somehow shut out the swirling stress that is emminating from the campus; finals began today."

one year ago today: "I cannot believe how trendy this reasearch has gotten..."

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