Today, I was in somewhat Methodist circles, explaining to Bob (Fuller) that I'd met Alex through this esoteric Buddhist cult called FNB, which of course is a stretch. It's a national organization.
Our lunch as at the Cuban place on 28th and Glisan, a first for all three of us. Mom left voice mail from her airplane seat: off to WDC again. We'd all been to Burma (me just for a couple days as I recall, on home leave), two of us to Bhutan. I wore a sharks & dolphins T-shirt under a free pile Nike jacket, which become too hot as the weather brightened and warmed.
After lunch I dropped a trailer with cooking gear w/ Jay @ SDW (Episcopalian) before visiting the Daime House (which WW had unceremoniously dubbed the Voodoo House, in a rather parochial snub piece).
Lets be fair though, I really was learning about some esoteric Buddhist stuff in the park, like from a computerist guitarist who'd been sharing the other night (and not someone ordained).
This was an important API, this part of "the matrix" (rDzogs-chen).
That's when I wrote to Quakers (Los Amigos):
I borrowed Forest of Visions: Ayahuasca, Amazonian Spirituality, and the Santo Daime Tradition, by Alex Polari De Alverga (translated from Portuguese by Rosana Workman). I think I'll take it by Lyrik for conversational value.
Speaking of which, I had a meetup with Jody, the former owner. I named Fine Grind Productions after her coffee shop, now Lyrik.