My 450 Pound Friend Jerry Loves Eating,Talking, Edgar Cayce and Sai Baba

Above is a picture of Sai Baba with his elephant Sai Gita. Sai Baba is still alive but Sai Gita has passed on.

My 450 pound friend Jerry loves 4 things: Eating,Talking, Edgar Cayce and Sai Baba.
Jerry can talk non stop for hours about Edgar Cayce and then without stopping talk for hours non stop about Sai Baba.
    Jerry has spent a lot of time at the Edgar Cayce Institute at Virginia Beach, Va.
And he  has been to India three times to go to Sai Baba's ashram and live and study there. He even got to touch the hem of the Master's garment by "accidently" falling over as he bowed in front of the "holy" man.
See the video below for an expose of the tricks of Sai Baba and how he does them.  Sai Baba appears to me to be a very sucessful fakir.

  When Jerry drove a cab he would talk to his customers about Edgar Cayce and Sai Baba. He had pictures on his dashboard of Sai Baba and Edgar Cayce. If some customer made the mistake of asking "What are those?" Jerry would let loose his storehouse of knowledge.

By the time they reached their destination the customer was in a hurry to get out of the cab. Jerry had prepared slips of paper with where to get more information about Sai Baba and Edgar Cayce and he would hand these slips of paper to the hastily departing cab fares. He would tell them. "When you get a chance look into this. Here is some information on where to look".
http://edgarcayce.org/

Edgar Cayce 1910

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Cayce

Click to enlarge and read above. It is in Selma Alabama.

And now something on Sai Baba.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sathya_Sai_Baba

 Double click on the above video to go to Youtube and see many more videos about Sai Baba.

I have another story about Jerry posted below. Click on the label Jerry.

The Green Fairy Returns---The Real Absinthe With Wormwood Is Back

http://www.lafeeabsinthe.com/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,1/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.11/absinthe.html

http://www.lafeeabsinthe.com/content/view/127/140/

Hapuna Beach State Park On The Big Island Of Hawaii December 1970

My 450 pound friend Jerry has been telling me of his adventures at Hapuna Beach in 1970. He was working in Alaska and decided in Dec. 1970 that he wanted no part of winter in Alaska and would go to Hawaii. So he took a flight from Anchorage to Seattle and then a flight to Honolulu and then on to Hilo on the big island of Hawaii.

    He was one of only 5 passengers that flew on to Hilo. The plane had 7 stewardesses and 5 passengers on the flight to Hilo. So there was time for one of them to tell him he should rent a car when he got to Hilo and drive to Hapuna Beach. She told him how to get there.

Meanwhile the pilot flew the plane around several of the other islands of Hawaii and circled them to show the passengers the aerial view.
    He got to Hilo and rented a car and found his way to Hapuna Beach State Park. This was in Dec. 1970 and a group of hippies and paradise seekers were living on the beach.
  He slept on the beach for 3 weeks and the others did also. They ate bananas and passion fruit and he spent no money for three weeks.

   Some guy saw him writing a letter to one of his brothers back in Virginia..The guy said "What are you doing?" Jerry said, "I am writing my brother".The guy said, "I don't want you telling anybody about this place. They have to find it on their own".
  Read about Hapuna Beach in the link below.
http://www.hawaiiweb.com/hawaii/html/beaches/hapuna_beach_state_park.html

   There was a college teacher there that called himself only H. He would not tell anyone his real name. He said, "Call me H".
   Another guy studied H for several days and asked him "Are you for real?" "About half and half", H replied.

Jerry stayed at Hapuna Beach for 3 weeks sleeping on the beach. When he left he flew back to LA. He only had money enough for the ticket back to LA. He searched the phones in the airport for spare change left in the coin returns.

He started hitchhiking back to Virginia. He got several good rides. He had only 15 dollars when he left LA.
He was picked up by a van full of hippies. They were living and partying in the back of the van. They had Jerry sit up front in the passenger seat. One of the females brought him some food. And Jerry said "She didn't a stitch of clothes on".

   After several long rides he made his way back to Virginia.
Since Jerry was at Hapuna Beach in 1970 a hotel has been built on the beach far down at one end. It is The Hapuna Beach Prince Hotel. And it is not free.

The link below has more on this hotel including many customers reviews that are interesting.
http://www.yelp.com/biz/hapuna-beach-prince-hotel-kamuela

Bob Dylan The Witmark Demos Trailer

Click and double click to go to YouTube and then watch full screen.
And something newer that I really like.


Click on the label Bob Dylan below to see my many other posts about Bob Dylan.

And Malt Does More Than Milton Can To Justify God's Ways To Man

http://www.myspace.com/falstaffbeer
The above link has some good videos of old beer commercials in black and white from the 1950s and 1960s.
But here is a page of Youtube videos of old beer commercials that is more complete.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AP8ISToe1Sc&nofeather=True


Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff
by A.E. Housman




"Terence, this is stupid stuff:

You eat your victuals fast enough;

There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,

To see the rate you drink your beer.

But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,

It gives a chap the belly-ache.

The cow, the old cow, she is dead;

It sleeps well, the horned head:

We poor lads, 'tis our turn now

To hear such tunes as killed the cow.

Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme

Your friends to death before their time

Moping melancholy mad:

Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad."

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be,

There's brisker pipes than poetry.

Say, for what were hop-yards meant,

Or why was Burton built on Trent?

Oh many a peer of England brews

Livelier liquor than the Muse,

And malt does more than Milton can

To justify God's ways to man.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink

For fellows whom it hurts to think:

Look into the pewter pot

To see the world as the world's not.

And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:

The mischief is that 'twill not last.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair

And left my necktie God knows where,

And carried half way home, or near,

Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:

Then the world seemed none so bad,

And I myself a sterling lad;

And down in lovely muck I've lain,

Happy till I woke again.

Then I saw the morning sky:

Heigho, the tale was all a lie;

The world, it was the old world yet,

I was I, my things were wet,

And nothing now remained to do

But begin the game anew.

Therefore, since the world has still

Much good, but much less good than ill,

And while the sun and moon endure

Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,

I'd face it as a wise man would,

And train for ill and not for good.

'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale

Is not so brisk a brew as ale:

Out of a stem that scored the hand

I wrung it in a weary land.

But take it: if the snack is sour,

The better for the embittered hour;

It should do good to heart and head

When your soul is in my soul's stead;

And I will friend you, if I may,

In the dark and cloudy day.

There as a king reigned in the east:

There, when kings will sit to feast,

They get their fill before they think

With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.

He gathered all that springs to birth

From the many-venomed earth;

First a little, thence to more,

He sampled all her killing store;

And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,

Sate the king when healths went round.

They put arsenic in his meat

And stared aghast to watch him eat;

They poured strychnine in his cup

And shook to see him drink it up:

They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:

Them it was their poison hurt.

--I tell the tale that I heard told.

Mithridates, he died old.

Big Joe Williams Mississippi Blues Festival 1980

Here is something on the origin of the Smithsonian Folklife Festival in Washington,D.C. Big Joe Williams was one of the performers at the 1976 festival which lasted 12 weeks during the  USA Bicentennial celebration.
http://www.folklife.si.edu/center/legacy/morris.aspx
Click on the label Big Joe Williams below to see and read and hear my 9 other posts about Big Joe Williams.

Jon Stewart/Steven Colbert Rally Signs... First Signs Of Intelligent Life In Washington D.C. In About 30 Or 40 Years.

Here is a link to Flickr.com and a large collection of Jon Stewart Rally signs.

http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=jon+stewart+rally+signs

I noticed long ago that signs in movies about rallies never look real. They always look like they were done by the movie art department. Real homemade signs are always more witty and intelligent. That observation comes from watching rallies in D.C. for 43 years.

And the people who came with their signs and made up the crowd were actually better than the show itself.

Now this latest rally was the best one since the late 1960s or early 1970s. It reminded me very much of the old anti war activist hippie rallies of the 1960s and early 1970s.

I once saw Abbie Hoffman down on the Mall in D.C. in the 1960s along with Jerry Rubin. This rally had the same feel to it. Mainly because most of the 200,000 plus who showed up were very young.

Maybe Comedy Central could make it an annual event. At least until sanity is restored in D.C.

 Mainly what I felt was this was the first sign of humor and intelligent life seen in D.C. in 3 or 4 decades. Thanks to all who came to Disney World on the Potomac.