Sometimes, you gotta love California, just for the Cali-wonderfulness of the place. Especially Northern Cali. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not a coincidence that a whole bunch of your good, nutty cults come from this state and these parts. Who wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to drink the KoolAid?<\/p>\n
You can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t swing a cat, a cat risen from the spirit of Nephritides or some such bullshit mythology, you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t swing a feline without hitting some kind of crystal-rubbing, yoga-mat, Feng Shui, incense-smoke-swilling bookstore of hope. Everybody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s looking for something.<\/p>\n
We wondered into one of my faves in Mountain View last night. A town pretty much famous now for a being the home of the Googleplex. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all kinds of mishmash of Buddhist-y, Hindu-y, Ram Dass-y, New-Age-y, goddess-y, occulty,Taoist-y, Chinese-y, East meets west fun. There ain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t nothing spiritual or pseudo-spiritual that store won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hawk.<\/p>\n
What I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t realize is there is a whole back room to the place. There are toilets and “therapy rooms” for some kind of “counseling” and a big old room with folding shares and some kind of stage.<\/p>\n
Last night, sitting on the stage was a rather grumpy looking, middle-aged British (I think) man. He was giving a little talk on his own plan for enlightenment.<\/p>\n
From what we could gather listening into the guru, crankiness is the key.<\/p>\n
More later…<\/p>\n