Meeting Remarkable People

Wet, Writing In My Tent
May, `80

Well here I am again, eating Cheez Whiz, Bar-B-Q potato chips and
drinking the beer left over from yesterday. I didn’t plan it this way,
but that’s the rest of the story. It’s raining.

To finish yesterday’s cut short by darkness journal entry– in my
three-day stay at JFKU, in addition to the classes already mentioned,
I attended two more. In the first one, we sat around and smelled test
tubes. The ingredients, or rather the odors, were supposed to heal
“wayward souls.” I misread the schedule for the other class and got
there at about the same time it was letting out, but I still managed
to talk to a couple of the students, which brings me to my last
disappointment concerning JFKU.

I would have appreciated it very much if one of the students I had met at JFKU would have offered me a place to sleep, (I tented in the trees behind the school
playground) or at least a shower, but that didn’t happen. Besides lacking in
hospitality, the students I met seemed to be lacking in another way. It
wasn’t that they weren’t into the whole JFKU experience, indeed, the
consensus had it that this was the only place in the country where one
could get an accredited M.A. degree in mysticism. What bothered me was
that I didn’t run across any extraordinary people. Instead, I found
financially struggling students enrolled in an extraordinary program.
Maybe I expected too much. Maybe it was stupid of me to expect to see
Ram Dass imitators walking around campus. I found no “guru type” people at JFKU.
However, before I left, I did find one “guru type” person.

On Wednesday, I took the Bart (bay area public transportation) to the
end of the line, and then hitched-hiked to Petaluma. I was going to
see Bill Fannin. Back at CMU, in a conversation with Larry Simmons
(Larry was the Time, Space, And Knowledge seminar facilitator), I
expressed a desire to seek a more spiritually oriented education. “If
you ever get to California,” he said, “look up Bill Fannin.” I figured
why pass up the opportunity, so there I was, in California, not far
from Petaluma, on my way to look up Bill Fannin.


About bwinwnbwi

About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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