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What I did during the evening meditation session today was write another song in my head by memorizing it line by line.
It’s a terrible song. But I’ll write it down anyway having made the effort. Maybe get it out of my system.
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Dear Diary,
Well so much for being invisible. Up until yesterday I think the only people in the ashram who actually noticed I haven’t been talking were Jenn and Swami Veddy himself. But now everyone knows because Jenn made a big deal out of it.
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I’ve lost count of the days. I think we’ve been here three weeks? A month? I should have written every day and then it would be easy to count. But I’ve been living the experience. That’s more important than recording it.
Had to write about this though. We had a field trip today to a temple. I think this was promised at some point in the sales pitch by Swami Veddy. Given that I never heard the sales pitch I had no expectations other than Jenn told me we were coming here to meditate and commune with spiritual whatever. Anyway.
The temple was in a cave. So I finally got to a cave. Funny, right?
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Femmy couldn’t sit for meditation today. Wonder why.
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Guess what? Two of my roommates are fucking. There are four of us. One’s asleep. I’m writing in the strip of light from the window like I always do. The other two snuck out together a few minutes ago.
So much for this being a sexless paradise.
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Everyone who’s here met the guru in either L.A. or London. I find myself fascinated with his accent and his manner of speaking. In the States the more sophisticated the topic of your speech is, the more refined your accent is. That’s just how it is. But when Veddy speaks, there’s a twist–because of course he’s got a heavy Indian accent but there’s also part of a British accent in his English. And sometimes when he is getting deep into a speech about some deeply sophisticated philosophical point, his accent and his grammar both get more and more British-sounding and less Indian. But then he catches himself, and he reverts to almost pidgin English, as if his message is better absorbed as exotic and mystical and deep if he sounds more like a guy who lives in a cave than one who got a degree at Oxford.
It takes a faker to know a faker. Trust me.
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Kali’s Revenge got Jenn today. Maybe she was already feeling ill which was why she didn’t like the food. She won’t be eating anything for a few days anyway, other than rice gruel and tea. The important thing about the tea is they boil the water so you know it’s clean.
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Well Diary, I was right. No sex with Jenn and we’ve been here four days.
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I’m tired. Sleepy. This is the craziest jet leg ever. It’s like my eyes try to shut and my body slumps over right in the middle of a sentence. Of course this makes meditation impossible. I end up curled up on the floor like a cat, snoozing away. This is probably not advancing my spiritual journey but fuck let me get some rest and when I’m awake I’ll work on my self awareness and connection to the universe, okay?
Of course the problem is I’m awake now when I’m supposed to be sleeping and in a few hours they’ll come wake us for dawn meditation…
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Well, Diary, we made it to the swami’s place in the city. Guess what? This place is unbelievably filthy and we go everywhere barefoot but that’s because, they say, it’s even dirtier outside. So we left our shoes at the door. We left our clothes, our bags, pretty much everything. We’re all swathed up like Hare Krishnas basically, except everything’s beige instead of orange. They let me keep my notebook. They seem to think I’m some kind of poet. That’s fine with me. I don’t think anyone here really knows who we are except maybe the guru himself, who met Jenn before. That’s fine with me, too.
The guru has an incredibly long and multisyllabic name and he wants us all to call him “Veddy.” Okay fine.
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Heathrow. Waiting for the flight to Bangalore. We shot off a couple of faxes from the specialty lounge. I don’t have enough miles to qualify as special but she does. Nice lounge. Swanky. We were not dressed for it but Brits are too polite to say anything. We only did faxes, no voice calls. I wanted to talk to Daron except what the fuck did I have to say? It’s all water under the bridge. If he’s still going to be mad about the canceled show, I can’t risk some bullshit like that sending me spiraling down again. Not right now. Leaving Betty Ford was like getting a cast off a broken leg. Now I have to try walking again for a while before going back to backflips.
I want to backflip, of course.
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Dear Diary,
How many times have I resolved to keep a diary and then I don’t keep it up? Well how’s this for a test of the new leaf I turned over. Hello! The whole fucking tree is new! If I really mean it then here’s the proof. Or at least when the entries stop I’ll be able to see the exact day I fell back off the wagon.
New leaf new leaf new leaf SONG IDEA?
At the center we had writing assignments. It was like taking a test in school except the subject was your own twisted mind, and you think you wouldn’t have to study up on that but you do! So much learning at the center. Psychology, medicine, neurology, biology. I was crap at the therapy assignments but they got me back in the habit of writing stuff like this. So, diary. Here I am. On the plane to London, where we change planes for India. Bought this notebook in a shop in Burbank. Three continents in one day. After not being allowed to leave the center for 28 days, you think I’m overdoing it? I’m not. I’m doing everything I can to preserve my sanity, not break it.
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