The MOST Newsletter Autumn -Winter

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The MOST Newsletter Autumn -Winter
October 2000 - March 2001
i- ii- iii Rena Blumberg Mar.14, 2001:
Subject: space travel
Aloha Folks, Osheana and I leave Friday for the Big Apple. We will be spending Spring Break hanging out with Oshy's brother Bill Gottlieb. Last night Bill phoned Osheana from a Knicks game at Madison Square Garden. Bill was attending the game with Flavor Flav of the rap group Public Enemy.
Bill said, in an e mail I received this morning, "They are one of the three most important groups in the history of rap music and their album "It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back" is perhaps the most
important rap album of all time."
I listened to Bob Dylan at 15, the Grateful Dead at 18, World Beat Bach at 50. Now I have to buy this rap album to keep up with the times. Isn't that why we have kids?
Last week I helped with a middle school Marine Life program. We snorkeled at different spots every day. Tuesday we took my friends boat (with a dozen middle schoolers) to snorkel in a volcanic cone,
Molokini. Though I have been to Molokini hundreds of times, Tuesday was the first time I ever swam with a huge manta ray. The ray had a wing span of about 10 feet! We swam with it for over 10 minutes. We were given the all clear to swim over the rim of the crater called reef's end. Big mistake. We got caught in a really strong current. I was the "sweep" which meant it ws my job to stay behind with the slower swimmers. Huff and a Puff. Whew. I used every ounce of strength getting back over the rim with the kids. We all did make it back to the boat. Hooray! Later a white tip reef shark swam with some of us. Exciting day.
The whales have been going off. I went out on Thursday with 2 home schoolers. We saw about 15 breaches in 20 minutes. A breach is when a whale propels all 40 or 50 tons out of the water in a glorious burst. I have never seen anything like that in my 10 years of being a whale expert. Wow Wow Wow! Then Saturday, a friend chartered the boat for a naked hippy blue water swim and whale watch. it was rough but many of us brave souls swam in the 300 ' deep water. Later we came across a "competition pod," also known as a "heat run." This is when male whales compete for nookie. They slam each other with their huge pec fins or do head slams, tail slaps and lunges at/on each other. Their pec fins, which actually have arm bones, hand bones and finger bones, are 15' long and weigh about a ton. Each.
Packing for NY. I have accumulated a small wardrobe of black and gray clothes so I can blend in NY and not look like Bozo the clown. We return to Maui On March 28. On the 29 Osheana and I head out to Hana where we will camp till April 2 at a friend's land directly on the rocky shores of the ocean. About 40 friends will join us camping, including lots of teens. We do this every year. The big event in Hana is Taro Fest that week-end. Our camp site is a very short walk (quarter mile) to beaches both to the north and south of us.
Oshy's school is becoming more and more prison like. It is the best school on the island but the dictator has instituted new rules. It used to be errant students had to come in on Saturdays and do Community
Service such as helping out in the drama room. Excellent. However, thenew program punishes students by making them stare at a wall for two hours on Saturdays. Do YOU want to be the teacher who has to enforce this stupid punishment? Each Saturday a different teacher has to alienate the students. The teachers hate it; the parents hate it; the students hate it. The school dictator doesn't care. Used to be
students felt the teachers were friends. Now it is an us-them mentality. And, heaven help the child who might have turned to a teacher for solice or advice. After being made to stare at a wall by even the nicest teacher, the student is going to shun the teacher. This punishment isolates the students. Behavior modification should reintegrate them into Community. The have also added in house suspension which means a student must sit in the dean of discipline's office all day, on a school day, and get Zeros for all missed classes, missed tests, homework due, etc. A 9th grader had to spend a day like this for violating dress code. My daughter tells me the perverted Dean of Discipline only busts the busty girls for dress code. Girls with smaller boobs can flaunt the fact that they dress out of code and nothing happens. This is the only prep school on Maui. The public schools here in Hawaii are extremely poor.
I've been enjoying a new (to me) web site:
http://www.alternet.org
Check it out. Love, Rena __ Phil Morningstar Mar.15, 2001:
Subject: Thanx Dave
Nancy, thats right. Its all still there its just an access problem. Too much of the time its ACCESS
DENIED. LOL. Thanks a lot Dave. You're all doing a wonderful job on the scrapbook, Look forward to seeing more pics.
Love to all Phil ----------- Tomas Mar.17,2001:
Subject: Scan/view a photo
Do you remember the day that the photo was taken? Where have all the flowers gone? I think that is a famous quote. But I wonder at the amazing amount of bodies with ideals that are photographed in this scrapbook. They had dreams of creating a better world. I see them working very hard for a better world. Where are all the letters of amazing thought? Where are the beings that hammered and pulled apart the chicken house? How far did they walk and where did they go? Did they change their mind or is the
mind still there? See the photo and remember, squeal with delight when a new photo appears in your view/mind. I scan and see, I blowup an image, I see for the first time. Today I save and enlarge. Will the world understand, we seem to understand? We write trivial notion, we remember the day. Each of us can paste a piece of memory; stitch a colorful piece of thread/thought. We can just sit an poke our paper with lead, hammer our screens with pixels. We can write garbage and the world will understand. We flavor the world with a different thought. We can flavor the world with a different thought. We have flavored our world with our different thoughts. Did you see that smile? God that was great? __ Ramon Sender Mar 2001:
Subject: new hello
I just received this, and put Robert/Peter on our list here.
Char, I successfully 'burned' the Wheeler's photos CD -- at least the main one.
===================== namaste !
I walked down the road into Wheelers when I was 15 yrs old........
I was there on (so-called) Black Sunday
I milked Claudia
I remember Cliff and Willy B's music! (Wooden Ships!)
etc etc etc...

now been in Hawaii most of 30 yrs!
Farming, wearing long hair and doing well.
Life is good!

what a rush to come across this archive.
So many names I remember well.

and , if this gets to Ramon Sender,
I also remember you and your wonderful Zither!

take care
&
Aloha

Robert
(formerly Peter Morningstar)
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roberto Mar.18, 2001
Subject: Re: new hello
Aloha from Hawaii folks... Please modify my address to MostPosts to be, this is the addy I associate group stuff with.
Thanks , and I can't wait to be able to come and check out what's going on.
Kona Robert __ Pam (Read) Hanna Mar.18, 2000:
Subject: M* pictures
Tomas, I've been going thru pictures with the help of youngest son, Sage, who has been with us for the past month, & I've found a whole bunch of M* pix that haven't seen the light of day yet - most precious - one of Don & Sandi's daughter, Morningstar with Lou. I have a friend up the road with a scanner but am busier than a one-armed paper hanger these days & haven't had time to go to his house, scan & save to disc to send you, so I at least got some color photocopies in town but will send you the originals & trust you to send them back. I DO trust you to send them back but am leary of the U.S. post office - but will just say a special prayer about that.
Have been enjoying MOST, especially Phil's story & somebody mentioned Carol at Wheeler's. Didn't she name her first girl baby Morningstar too? One of Lou's favorite stories was of her delivery - how all these people were crowding around when she was crowning & she said, "Is everybody comfortable?" Guess that's one reason he called us of the female persuasion "goddesses" ;~} Well, we didn't mind that, did we?
Gotta boogie, but will send those pix to Tomas in tomorrow's mail. Badaba to all, Pam ----------- Ramon Sender Mar.18, 2001:
Subject: Robert continues
More from Robert, who by now should be reading here, if anyone wants to 'hello' him.
roberto Mar.18, 2001
Unbelievable!..........you live! ;^)
I did find paradise. Thanks very much for signing me up to your listserve and refering me to the group.
I would love to participate! I have had a hell of a ride this lifetime, and I love nothing more that to tell the story! It might even interest you! Check this out , once things got intense at Wheelers ,and because I was
a runaway and later in the company of a runaway girl, we split to Morningstar East in Arroyo Hondo. I there came to know very well all those ex-Morningstar folks you mention that for one reason or another fled Cally......wait! wait! plenty of time for story telling later...I have to take a load of tables to Nechung Dorje Drayanling /Wood Valley Temple today for our Thai monks to side on during Vipassana retreat next week.
(I married a Thai lady in 1986 on my 1st trip to SEA! now fluent in Thai language and deeply involved with Thai Theravada Sangha) So thanks a million Ramon! I attach a photo here , a photo which it is a miracle that I still have from Wheelers!
You can see it's been thru the mill......Maybe you recognise them , the guy lighting the chillum is Terry/Paul (paul terry?)
Then there's Ann , I think, the girl with the most exquisite breasts!....and the accordian!......man! those were some awesome times...my birth as a thinking human being occured right there! (Wheelers)
Please write me anytime....
Aloha from Kona Robert __ embersglo Mar.19, 2001
Subject: Re: new hello
Ain't it Grand how the Spirit and the Way of things has brought us here, again, hooked up with other tribal members who's hearts never left open land. How Divine. How could we ever have guessed, gazing into our kerosene lanterns as we warmed ourselves by our fires, that we would travel full circle to a time where we would be reuniting with each other on computers,,,,, in "cyber space". Whew . The time is ripe....... our hearts unite. Welcome Home travellers......... Char ~*
(and Ramon....... thank you much for the wonderful opportunity to help be a part of bringing our lives to the "silver screen". Well, maybe kind of a white screen) awesome.......... ~* ----------- Dhammajorn Mar.22,2001:
Subject: is there a photo album somewhere?
My deepest thanks for allowing me to join this group. I am wondering if there is a photo album somewhere? may I know where it is? may I add a few snaps ? (oh for a 'real' camera in those days!)
Probably would have given it away........ May all your lives be full and good!
Aloha, Robert
PS got it now!....duh..read thru the posts and the answers are all there......excuse me I'm new ;^) __ Tomas Mar.23,2001:
Subject: Click'n paste in a Scrapbook
Click and paste, like a child with the sticky glue, I smear the glue to the backs of these pictures and press them to the screen. The doorbell rings and our mail woman stands there with the mail. She says good morning and hands me the mail. Flowers cover the corner of a large manila envelope. The postmark is from Jodi in North Carolina. I spend the rest of the day with this sticky glue of electrons. I am sitting in a corner, looking into a tan box of tubes and wires, beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep- beep. The sound travels swiftly behind the box and the speaker says "You've Got Mail". How strange? In a thousand years a statue of Buddha will be sitting before a computer in a Mental State of Bliss. How strange? Not much stranger than Moses tablets of good rules that people refuse to heed. They stand in Europe, Africa and Asia and throw darts at each as they bow and lay prone to worship.
So I sit 'n paste messages 'n photos of good will, hoping someone will understand. I hope someone will understand. Today is a Holiday; there are no wars on Holidays.
Take Care, Love, Tomas ----------- purplpaula Mar.25,2001:
Subject: just thinking
sitting here on a beauiful sunday pm listening to bob seger singing all my faves and feeling 25. when did i get to be 55? i feel 35 most days....i still have my ideals, although is hard to keep them these days.
he sings..like a rock..against the wind....roll me away...his words ring in my heart..god, he knows me.
and sometimes late at night.....i recall....it's like the first time i heard "like a rolling stone" i thought dylan had met me and i had forgotten. music is the tonic for the soul..it has healed me time after time....i
think i would die without it. it reminds me of the times of my life..happy and sad....of morningstar
and of friends. i think sometimes i think too much..i want to know everything, i asked too many questions , some say....you dont have to answer, i say. turn on your stereo, radio, whatever you have and listen to yourfavorite music and think about your shining days, and if that's today....good for
you. enough of my ruminating....i love and cherish all of my morningstar buds...i am because of you.
peace, love and joy, paula.. __ embersglo Mar.31,2001:
Subject: A Night in the Northern California Foothills

A Night in the Northern California Foothills

Last night
star clear
looking up
aghast

rose red glowing sky
laced with glowing beams
strange white blue clouds
intermingle
suddenly shape shift
ebb flow

ohmyGodwhat'sgoingon?
Apocalypse? Chemtrail reaction?
Time for the Landing?
ohmyGodwhat'sgoingon?

Trippy!

who would know? "who ya gonna call?"
aha! 911
hello? The sky is red what's up with that?
slight giggle.... "it's the Northern Lights mam"
Dang

What an honor to have witnessed and been a part of such a very
special happening.
What an awesome display of the Spirit of Mother Earth

Long Live the Light!
.............. Char ~*

JODI MITCHELL Mar.31,2001:
Subject: A Joyful Noise
On February 14th, Valentines Day, the frogs woke up. At least, that's what I think they do. I need to get a book from the library and find out for sure. My memory seems to tell me they go to sleep in the mud beneath the pond, a dormant state of suspended animation through out the chill of winter. Only to be born again come early Spring, rejoicing in their return. They sing out loudly, and for most of the night. A symphony greets me as I drive up, returning from my daily work commute. I drive 45 minutes from the country to the city and back again. Often on my long drive home I so much crave to hear their collective chanting, it is a palpable urge, like a magnet drawing me on. Pulling into my driveway, relieved at last to hear their greeting. Sometimes at home I don't turn on any music, so as not to disturb, drown out, distort or clash with their sweet harmony. Maybe it is like 'AUM', the sound of the universe, the Song of Songs, beckoning me. I stand at the sink washing dishes and listen, I write at my desk and listen, I soak in the tub and listen, and at night, all windows open wide, I am sung to sleep. My ears are addicted. In 2 more months the frogs will be rivalled. The cicadas return with their other-worldly, eerie chatter that is so loud it drowns out all other noise. It is such an unusual sound that I did not know what it was when I first moved here. It sounded like the mother ship was landing in the forest. Space aliens arriving at long last to bring peace to our planet. Every summer I am told that cicadas are actually 7 yr. locusts, or 13 yr. locusts, or 17 yr. locusts. But they've been here every summer, so I'm confused about the math, and apparently so are the cicadas. They too, sing a song that soothes my soul, a song I desire and miss when I am gone. I plan to move away from here in the next 6-8 months. I will be moving up to the North country. I haven't yet decided on city or country. But, I hope, wherever I land, there will be some critters their to greet me, making a joyful noise, welcoming me home. Back

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