Soma decoded? finds in Turkmenestan

http://www.ejvs.laurasianacademy.com/ejvs0901/ejvs0901d.txt

This is some interesting information on some archaeological discoveries in Turkmenistan that may shed some light on the identity of Soma-Haoma.

Haydar's Emerald cup

Haydar's Emerald cup


Give up wine and drink from the wine of Haydar,
Amber scented, green the color of emerald.
It is presented to you by a Turkish gazelle, slender,
Swaying like a willow bough, delicate.
In his hand, you would think, as he turns it,
It is like the traces of down on a rosy cheek.
The slightest breeze makes it reel,
And it flutters toward the coolness of the continuing breeze.
The grayish pigeons coo upon its branches in the morning.
And the cadences of the warbling doves cause it emotion.
It has many meanings the like of which are unknown to wine.
Therefore do not listen with respect to it to the words of the old censor.
It is virginal, not deflowered by rain,
Nor has it ever been squeezed by feet or hands,
No Christian priest has ever played around with a cup containing it,
Nor have they ever communion from its cask to any heretic's soul...
Nothing has been said expressly from Malik to declare it unlawful,
Nor is the hadd penalty for its use... prescribed...
Thus take it with the sharp edge of steel.
Stay the hands of worry with kyff and achieve joyful repose.
Do not lightly postpone the day of joy till tomorrow.
'The days will show you what you were ignorant of,
And someone for who you did not provide (to serve as your
messenger) will bring you the news'

- medieval Sufi poet, Ibn al-A'ma

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how it is

its like when you drop a hot bowl or other article, or drop anything for that matter. you can direct it as it falls but at the point it falls, which may be random or not, you can maintain some control if you are sharp. that is my life

approaching a milestone (ed)

I just realized upon hearing Aindra Dasa, my former mentor, on youtube that it has been 5 years, this month, or more or less, since my full blooping. it has about equaled the time I spent in Vraj and WB. 9mos in WB and the rest in Vrindavan and vicinity. I feel nothing but happy to be alive at this moment and not wanting to be in some village trying to imitate Indian men who lived several hundred years before. god is now and here, thank gods

Sgt. PePe

I am happy to announce that we got another keet last night. He's green in front, kind of peridot, with yellow on back and some striping. Quite cool guy actually. In a deep meditative trance the name PePe came to me, then on the way home from the pet store with him I saw a liscence plate that said 'SGT P' . So I started singing sargent PePe's lonely keet klub band and there it stands. I inadvertently call him pee pee sometimes. He is also known as Sgt Pooper because he had a little diorrea this morning. He is currently in quarantine but in the same room as everybody else. Pushya may leave today. Its for the better I feel strongly, but still kind of sucks.

Stay tuned for pics of Sgt PePe tommorrow or later today.

Tom Waits

I got tickets for me and Dave to see Tom Waits in Jax. $85+fees a pop. Decent seats. They didn't announce ahead of time when the Jax tickets were to go on sale. But we are goind thank god. The Fox theater in ATL would have been cool too, just for the ambiance, but shit, Tom Waits is Tom Waits

ifn

If there is a Brahman or whatever you want to call it, God, you bastard, Matadi, the possibilities would be infinite. The substrata of every single anything, and nothing. Fucking mind blowing. The amazingness of everything.

Saw 'No country for old men' last night http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477348/. I was glad I had forgot I heard the ending sucked, which it did. Especially since the netflix disk cover said it was 2:23 and it was right at 2 hours. It worked, but was a throwback to a genre of folks, like the Tarantino flick I saw yesterday 'Deathproof' of the 'Grindhouse' double feature http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1028528/. Folks, like me, who grew up in the 70's and early 80's, whatever fucking generation that is, x I think. Cool '70s cars, guns. Lots of guns in 'no country'. A shotgun with a silencer carried by a freaky looking hitman with a bad haircut.

The Tarantino flick was decent, or perhaps indecent. It had a lot of natural sounding conversation between several very beautiful women. In QT style includes a very gory scene, but ends well with the second group of women ultimately beating the shit out of the villian. Sorry I gave it away, but it was a good pro woman ending I thought.

shitty day- farewell Shuka (left)

listening to the doors. sat. evening. My parakeet died this morning, apparently drowned unintentonially by my son in a small tub of epsom salt water I had been soaking my foot gash in. Its been a shitty day. we were to give pooshya the macaw away this week. I dont know what the fuck to do in life sometimes. you have to almost take a back seat to it. the musty ache of death hovers still, even though he was a little bird, he was smart and friendly, and he is missed.

weird place

I wrote -then removed a post about getting surveiled, if that is indeed a word, by a helicopter while foolishly attempting to plant the Plant nearby my apartment. Today I saw some kind of weird small airplane like thing dropping slowly down...straight down, sitting upright. It was like some kind of drone or something. They closed off the road that leads to the area where it looked like it would be landing a couple of months ago. I thought for construction (it's a fairly well traveled road, in a poor side of town) but I have been by there several times with no sign of construction. I am beginning to suspect they are testing some secret military toys the engineering school, .5 miles away is making.

update

weather like India lately, warm (86F) not overbearing , and very windy. dust blowing in the air. magnolia flowers blooming. on the island last 3 days. Yesterday I cut my foot on oyster shells in the bay trying to launch a kayak. the blood dipped like a faucet. leaving a 4" puddle of red blood , seemingly too bright, like paint on the white sand of appalachicola bay. I felt dizzy and paddled back to shore, which was only about 20 ft away or so. drank some water. tried to go out again after resting with my tshirt twisted around the gash. fely dizzy. drank a beer. debated hitting the joint again. went back home.

good news

Tom Waits is touring the south http://tomwaits.com/. We will try to get tickets for the fox theater in ATL. I am very happy and hope the shows aren't sold out yet. Also. I don't have to go for jury duty - a perk of being unemployed as well as having a child. This is good news too, the second time I have been blessed by avoiding it. If I can get mother Ganja to visit me all is well.

reading

I'm reading 'Decent Interval' and 'Crime and Punishment' for entertainment. The former about the final days before Americans got driven from Saigon, April 1975. The latter the dark genious comrade himself.

cops driving through my yard

I looked out my window about 8 am after hearing some funny sounds to find a speeding police car ripping through the grass about 8 feet from my front door. He was followed by a motorcycle cop. It looked like fun. I don't know what was going on through.