It went like that as Samuel taught about the word, “OM”, and how to say it correctly without trying to sound pretty or melodic; but rather to let it out from the belly….aaaaahhhhh, OM… and then he went into a bit on chanting. He brought up the Nichiren Buddhist chant of “Nam-Yoho Renge Kyo” that I had been introduced to in Hollywood. Samuel was a good teacher and I absorbed most of what he had to say… even sobered up a bit. Surprisingly, Stan was soaking it up too.
When we got back to the A-frame, Stan brought up the subject of women again. “You know, there ain’t any available girls around here.”
“Yeh?” I wondered where this conversation was going but I knew Stan well enough to know that he was earnest.
“What if we chanted for pussy? Eh?” Stan was grinning, “Let’s see if this crap is bullshit or not.”
I scratched my head, “Hmmm… How would we do that? Say we just chanted the word, Pussy?”
“That sounds good to me… Pussy!”
We were both laying there flat on their backs with our hands clasped behind our heads… I said “Pussy!” and then Stan said, “Pussy.” I answered with “Pussy.” And we went on like that for a good fifteen minutes… in unison and back and forth: “Pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy”.
“Do you think it worked?” Stan asked.
“Do you see any pussy here… now?” I answered.
Stan was puzzled, “Maybe we didn’t chant long or hard enough.”
Such faith, had Stan really expected two women to show up out of the night there after fifteen minutes of chanting?
We rolled over in our bags and went to sleep.
The next morning we awoke to the usual breakfast of oatmeal with raisons. We noticed a new red and white VW van in the parking lot. After breakfast we went over to the Pueblo where there was music coming from one of the rooms with the door open and several people inside. I walked in the door to see a gorgeous brown-eyed, jet-black-frizzy-haired, dark-skin, girl playing a twelve-string accompanied by a long-straight-haired redhead playing a mandolin. I locked eyes on the dark, frizzy-headed, one and she stopped playing to ask me, “Do you know where we can get a bath around here? We’ve been driving all night to get to this place.”
“Yeh, sure,” Stan jumped on it like a lightening bolt… and looking at me, “Chanting does work.”
“There is a pond a bit from here, but it is cold… still got ice on most of it,” I ventured. "The hot springs are a longer hike."
One of the peculiarities with the high desert was that it might be freezing with snow on the ground in the shade but, in the sun, if protected from the wind, you could actually sunbathe.
“Let’s go to the closest one then,” Frizzy introduced herself, “I’m Sunflower and this is my friend, Debby.”
I had to admit that I was slightly dazed as I led the group down to the pond. Once there the girls immediately put out a couple of blankets and stripped down. Stan followed suite as I hesitantly stripped down. I was in awe of being in the presence of such beauty. The sunlight played with reflections of water glimmering off goose-bumped flesh as wondrous and anything else in nature’s display. I quickly headed for the water and dove in while the others tested the water one toe at a time. The icy cold of it was a shock but I was not one to prolong agony. Swimming vigorously back to the bank, Sunflower dove over my head and into the icy water. Coming up from the dive... screaming-gleefully-shocked, she grabbed me from behind. When Stan and Debby dove in behind her, I felt her perky chilled nipples press in against my back as I fell back into the pond. There was no escaping the thrill and the ecstatic chill of it.
Yes, there was sex. There was talk of this and that. I had not been so fulfilled since the Pillow Shack with Mary. I wasn’t about to allow the moment to go unappreciated. Making love in the sun out under the New Mexico sky was more than sex for me. It was a holy moment in time, forever sacred in the open delight of sense for the sweet quality of it. This, I thought, is what making love ought to be… for I was making love… creating love... in spite of the casual nature of it. I was in, on and above love as the passion mounted and subsided... surrendered to time and the yam-yum timing of it.
Sunflower hung out with me and the rest of the folks there in the Pueblo for awhile. I began feeling like I wanted to cut her away from the herd to keep her for myself. She played the twelve string guitar in the small room where we’d first met, sweetly strumming and falling into a rhythmic flow of words and images unlike anything I’d ever heard before. As I watched, I pictured the bucolic life of the two of us standing barefoot in corn fields and making babies together. Back in the A-frame we made love into the night.
“How long do you plan on staying here?” I asked, thinking of corn fields, bare feet and babies.
“We are heading out first thing tomorrow.” She nuzzled her nose into my neck by the shoulder.
My mind raced… my Gawd! Thinking of the scene in Easy Rider where Fonda said he had to be moving on… the commentary in my head said her choice was too much like Fonda’s character as Captain America; his last chance to be human and settle down before going off to New Orleans to meet his fate, “Do you know there are alternative universes where you stay here with me?”
“I would like that… I really would, but I have a boutique on Sunset that needs my attention.” She turned serious.
“But…”
“No… don’t argue.” She rolled on top of me. “This is a special moment. Perhaps in the alternative universe you speak of we are already in it and doing it… hmmm… but I need to do what I am doing, Max.”
I understood and I certainly knew better than to argue while my lingus was bodily engaged in her holy of holies.
The warmth of the little hearth filled the A-frame as we lay there afterwards. She explained further, “When I saw you first walk in the door of that room in the Pueblo, I saw that your spirit occupied the whole room. I had to make love to you… I just had to. But I can see now that you are trying to make your spirit smaller to accommodate me…”
Sunflower left the next day leaving Debby and Debby’s sister, Leah. I hadn’t noticed that Debby had a sister with her. Leah had spent the day before visiting an old friend at the geodesic dome next to the road on the way up. There was no chance I would have seen her, even had I not been so busy with Sunflower. I went back to the A-frame and the goats while Stan moved in the geodesic dome with Debby and Leah. The friend Leah had been visiting at the dome left for L.A. with Sunflower so Stan had the whole dome and the two sisters to himself.
I was okay with the A-frame and the goats. Out there it was impossible for me to feel anything but humble in the wild landscape that gave me pause to wonder about the whole miraculous coincidental merging of the chant and the arrival of these goddesses. I felt a strong indication that it was the workings of something I hadn’t understood, let alone acknowledged, until this journey into this holy place.
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