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.