PILGRIMAGE comes to a close: SERENITY

THANK ALL MY SUPPORTIVE FAMILY OF LISTENERS, VOYEURS AND FAITHFUL. This is the final entry of this particular travellogue blog from the Summer Halcyon 2006. A continuing saga of the daily scribes or chatter or fancy will be available under a new page. Please consult LEGACY TRIAL for further updates at www.themissalyssa2.blogspot.com and thank you everybody for such attentive loving kindness! xoxo

Rosicrucian Return of Enigma Paradise

The magical Mister Moffett is an excellent companion in esoteric adventures and naturally, was game for The Rosicrucian Museum of Egyptology in the South Bay. Do you know the way to San Jose? A little rental car, thrift action, falafel gorging later, we arrived on the stunning grounds on a perfect afternoon. The lawns were littered with extreme elongated pinecones that resembled asps and we befriended the ancient star projector in the planetarium as we learned of the spirit of the Mythraid People and speculated on their cosmic connections. The library, a last stop, was so full of treasured information and unfathomable booklore that I almost fainted from their Presence. A must for any wayward travellers or pilgrimage seekers.

VIRGO FONDUE

My mother is demonstrating "The Point" in the newly reconstructed victorian gardens in the park, a gesture perfected by my rather blue blooded grandmother. Mom used to chide her about it...A lesson in the accidental absorption of the Shadow Self!


We Heart Giant Carniverous Plants.



Kristi is channelling Bette Davis with the help of a tiny Parisian cleaver gifted to her from Suzie on her birthday. This led, naturally, to consuming large amounts of cheese and meat at the unforgettable Swiss Matterhorn Fondue restaurant on Van Ness Avenue, where we committed a Fon-don't and had to drink into recovery.

ESS EFF: Falling into embrace!

Welcome dearhearts and blurry cultural adjustments! The very first night my memory flickers with 48 hours spent without REM sleep, but Zombi at Bottom of the Hill was a perfect soundtrack for whiskey-fueled reunions and sentimental journeys.









The ubiquitous look of the Northern Cali and my past. Beautiful, nowhere and everywhere.









This is a family portrait with my Mother, the sassy Yoda looker and my two cousins. This marks the first time I have seen Amy since she became a healer and the first time since Lucas was diagnosed with acute schizophrenia. The three of us undertook the journey to pick him up at a halfway house filled with interesting young men and take him out for sushi, his choice. I was nervous because every time we looked at each other, I though about all our conversations years ago about psychic phenomena and I could tell he was reading my mind.






It's a good thing that my favorite being Mister Timothy Cummings and I are on opposite teams or else we might never leave the bed. His paintings are a legacy, to say the least. NYC Alert: Timmy's show at Nancy Hoffman Gallery in Soho on 10/21.DO IT.

ALOHA also means Good Bye

The magic stays with me still into the realm of the everyday and the mundane. Gracious experiences with my host and fellow Rosa and her wondrous family.

It must be in the water? Power Connections!

Nature sure is sexy.



This behemoth thing is a whole Jackfruit. The "juice" is so sticky that you have to grease up your hands before you plunge them in and rip it open! Primal succulence once again.








Smoked fish that I could have eaten until I passed out. Yes, THAT GOOD. We ate Poke, which is like sashimi salad, every day fresh from the fish market. Heavenly.














And a real honest to goodness Petroglyph!

CYCLES OF DELIGHT: The continuing sages

Ms. Rosa pictured here with literally The Fruits of Her Labor! These mangoes and such are only a wee fraction of the masses of organic fruit on their farm, all from trees they planted themselves under Permaculture standards. Luscious!






























I must throw in this smidgeon of beautiful weirdness. After a death-defying return back in the boat through some "small" storms, we had to make a mad dash to Todd Rundgren's house (Yup!) for an impromptu potluck to host Michael Thoms, the host of an amazing, earth-conscious, long-running radio show who is one of Rosa's latest heroes. The house is filled with Fan Gift for Todd, like this extra special "Gourd Portrait." Todd is not much of a party guy, but he and I had the same sense of latent, avoid-the-rush mentality and shook hands at the buffet table. Nifty. He and his rad wifey Michelle (formerly of The Tubes!) even have a tiki bathroom with one of his solo albums resting on the back of the john. Classy.

Just waiting for Ricardo Montalban to mix me a cocktail...

My very own personal Special Moments poster.

KALALAU VALLEY: Excursion into Eden

OK, OK. Just when the funniest thing you all could picture was Lil' Red being all outdoorsy. Well, this sly dog has got a couple of tricks up the ol' sleeve, I tell ya. Ah, I digress. Needless to say, we illegally took a Zodiac boat in where our measly 4 days of supplies and personal detrius was hucked overboard and swum to shore in some buxom waves. When we had dragged the last cooler full of margaritas and water and such onto the sand, I looked up to see the most incredible scenery and magickal energy that I have ever felt! Sparsely populated with campers, as most folks have to kayak over or undertake a gruelling and sketchy 9 hour hike to bear witness, we made ourselves right at home. Beach treks, dolphins every morning, gourmand eats, wild boars, baby monk seals (see cute-as-all-get-out photo), nude snorkelling with the ladies, bathing thrice daily in a ginormous waterfall, exploring the lush swimming holes and natural marvels in the valley itself and sipping rum under the stars. Could it get any better?? A MUST on the Hawaii checklist, for those thrillseekers among you.



No, there ISN'T an underground, awesome, driven and diverse radio station in the Valley, but there IS back in town! Rosa has a KILLER radio show on the incredible kkcr every Wednesday night dubbed The Loquat Lounge with all the muzak, freak out tunes and MommaRosa's wit that you need!! I was honored to escort her as CoHost and, let me tell you folks, there is nothing like two wacky ladies on the air to bring the perverts out of the woodwork! We had some special callers that night! Check out kkcr HERE.

Immersion and Moist Sweeteners

A long overdue sojourn to this undescribable isle of magic and the home of a dear family of friends, who have braved Island Fever and set up an organic fruit farm on a couple of acres! Rosa Silver and Hugh Russell, two stellar shining artists from New York City and their two brilliant young 'uns, Zane and Lexie hosted yours truly for Eight Days of Recreating my Mind According to Paradise...Rosa and I began by a cleansing ritual, hiking underground to a Wet Cave and swimming under narrow darkened ledges to experiences "The Blue Room" in solitary expanses. The hole is the view back up to the sky!! Besides the requisite dolphins, sea turtles, fish whilst snorkelling, wild roosters and chickens island-wide, frigate birds, monk seals and other fauna, I was blessed by repeated sightings of a giant owl, said to be rare and extremely fortunate luck!

TINY BUBBLES!!!!!!!

KAUAI, magical land lf lushness and fertility.
The Oldest of the Islands.
A wide expanse from desert to swamp.
Intoxicating and a power center of the planetary sources, without a doubt.

REUNITED: The convergence of the people

En route to Kauai the next morning, I am experiencing "Early Bliss"!





THE END OF LA:

I spent the last days communing with some wonderful people from my life who are creative, progressive, high minded and continue to inspire me. How fortunate to share time with all these talents and wunderkind before I press onward in the Journey.

Miss Cecil Castelucci as pictured is a blossoming young adult writer, dear old friend and possesses endless ladylike grace, charm and wit.








Julie Pavlowski, newly engaged, sassy as ever. She fronts the garage band The Checkers in addition to her photography!








Charles Pinion, filmmaker and demonic wit, in Griffith Park.

SHINY PENNY:From Robbie D to Arthur Lee and Beyond

DAYS THREE AND FOUR:

Sir Christof and I were indeed blessed to receive word of Arthur Lee's funeral on Saturday and attend. Most famous as the founder and frontman of the seminal 60's band LOVE, this man was a poet and saw some hard living. He once asked me to marry him at CBGB's and I was honored to say goodbye on behalf of the many, many fine musicians who could site him as a giant inspirator. Highlights included: Hearing LOVE being blasted in the chapel, stories from childhood pals, Jimi Hendrix's little brother telling tales of Arthur rescuing him from the street, his ubiquitous hat on the coffin lid and Boyd Rice's name above mine in the guest book. He rests in the same cemetery as Liberace, just over the hill. Imagine that musical duet on a foggy moonless night! There is no official site, but THIS is pretty thorough for the uninitiated. Good Bye and RIP Arthur Lee.














Christof's secret supermodel essence!