This morning while Sweetie and I drank coffee, Sunshine came over and started to talk.
“You should get up for coffee and talk earlier every day. This is the best time for me to speak to you.
You should learn again to play the guitar. (Sweetie has been thinking about it for months.)
I enjoyed the music you played yesterday. It sounds like a sitar, but looks like a xylaphone. The music filled the house with rainbows.”
This afternoon, I got this email from Sweetie:
I looked this up and Sunshine immediately ran over to me, meowed, and climbed up onto my lap on the high stool. This mantra is sung in the songs that she said, “filled the house with rainbows”. 🙂
Sunshine’s 2 cents for the day: “You could just talk to the Maharishi yourself, you know”.
This, I think, because I was listening to Ravi Shankar, who taught George Harrison to play sitar. The first track is Ravi explaining the rhythms and scales of Indian music. So I’m thinking, “Wow, this is awesome.” I think that ancient mathematics was preserved in musical forms, so that’s something I need to think about some more. Maybe listening to more classical Indian music could help.
The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was the spiritual guru that the Beatles went to study under in India. He taught them to meditate back when western people didn’t really do that. It was kind of like, “Aw man, we’re doing way too much acid. Is there some way we can get high without chemicals?” Except the Maharishi really tried to take advantage of them, the whole thing went south, and he really pissed off John in particular, apparently.
So I asked Sunshine “…Is the Maharishi dead?”
It turns out that he *is*, he died 3 years ago. So I guess I really could talk to him. But I’m not sure why I’d want to.
Maybe the point was more like, if my teachers have teachers, why would I not talk to them also? There are lots of teachers I could talk to.
We love you, sunny girl.