The
ONCE IN A LIFETIME MYSTIC
RITES OF TRANSITION VIA
VISIONS FOR TWO MT-MEN
First Hand Account:
“Last night was warm. So I moved away from
the campfire. I was tired, and I lay
back on a flat rock meditating. While looking up at the moonlit sky, a strange
and subtle change came over me. The other men were a short distance off,
singing and talking and drinking hot cocos.
Shivering even in the heat of the night, I closed my eyes
momentarily. When I opened them, the
first thing I saw was a running deer staringat me frm the glowing clouds. I was hypnotized. I stayed in tehat one position throughout the
evening. As the hours passed, the
visions I saw fell into two categories:
running animals an shapes rom the underworld – things like skulls,
skeletons and devil’s heads. Another
important factor in weaving the spell of the night was the songs Lingo and the men
were singing around the flameless, violently glowing campfire: “Ghost Riders in
the Sky’, forest fire songs, min cave-in songs.
Everything tied together. Just as I saw a triangle of death heads, Lingo
started singing the eerie chant-song about the notorious stalking shots of
these hills: Charlie! I felt it all coming together. I now know who I am. I now
am Running Phantom! I am now at peace with myself.”
Running
Phantom Gleichman
(Soon
going to school in Switzerland
Quiet Deer Passes Over
The Mysterious Line:
Yesterday morning before the sun rose, he
went up to the crest alone, with no food and only a half canteen of water. The
night before, a half dozen of the men went over to his sleeping bag, hunkered
down and talked tith him for a while, trying to give him encouragement and
strength for his coming ordeal. He was gone long before we got up. We wondered about him as we went through our
day, glancing up in his direction beyond our horizon. He came down long after the day was
over. We trusted in his afety, of
course, but still it was a relief to see him come back into Base Camp. He said
nothing for quite a while. Then, with the flames casting shadows on his serous
face of 13 years, he told us how it was up there. He told us of his faintness, of the black
whirls in the overcast sky, of the sounds.
Then he said, “I am no longer Quiet Der.
I am now called SINGING WHIRLWIND IN THE SKY!” We accepted him.
Soaring
Falcon In The Sun
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CONSTRUCTION
OF NEW LEAN-TOS
With all men checked out on first principles
of food, sanitation, axe, knife, fire and morale, it was time to integrate all
these things. Groups of twos and threes
went out, selected sites, selected Y-pole timber and set about constructing
their own independent camps. Buckskin, Firebug and Shooting Star built ‘Aspen
Paradise”. Squirrel, Panther Track and
Professor constructed the “Bamboo Hideaway”.
Possum and Silver Streak put up “The City-County Building” and Ded Wud
and Whirlwind made “The Public Library”, both of which are located in City
Park
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