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KATHMANDU Shanti in Freak Street - PART 3




TODAY'S NEPAL
Rainfall beautiful revives the night of 11 September. A continuous monsoon sweeps all the dirt floor of the city to throw himself into the most polluted rivers sacred that aside. What do they do all day sitting at the Kumari's freak-streetiens these neo-hippies? In times of "Flash" by Charles Duchossois this court was the Oriental Lodge "same same but different." Frankly we smoke a lot of crackers but mainly he spends a staggering intergalactic connection of mutual goodwill between the various people involved. A sprinkling of tolerance absolutely antithetical to the universe of which we are all products. Our social etiquette usually puts out here. This is probably the effect Kiss Cool-looking.

Frankly we talked about everything except what we usually do in life. What is relaxing to not have any time to justify himself.

Depletion of loneliness surrounds interposed by the notion of privacy is fishy here, it's odd that someone wants to be alone, suspicious, multiple doors that lead to swing others are simply ' itself be cause for sympathy and affection.


Of course the tourist district of freak-street and Kumari's still in Nepali style compared to Thamel. Formed a nice little family of heterogeneous and impermanent and native Nepalese tourists. Remaining some time to Freak Street you will soon feel a bit at home is why it is difficult to leave. It is in the rhythm of Nepal, it takes her little couch-potato habits and routine soon made it squarely within the landscape of the neighborhood. Here everyone you said hello, whatever the time when you wake up. Finally nobody judges you, the Nepalese are naturally very tolerant. Qualities Heart often take precedence over dogma.
For a regular in India, Hinduism in Nepal may seem a little folk, yet softer and less accessible. Very few Hindus and Buddhists are vegetarians in Nepal. Hindu dietary restrictions are very few observed in this region where the practical conditions have taken over the restrictive side of religion. Say that the departures from the rule are frequent, and no taboos! Nepal was himself very imperfect, he is careful not to judge you. The winds of freedom blowing in their minds inspired by tolerance. You can surprise young couples flirting in cafes in the city the attitude of young leaves no doubt about their preference for modernity and the "western way of life style."


season crop of ganja and especially Sharra will soon begin on the Himalayan slopes hard.

In a few days at best hashish is available on newsstands, the lowest price. Prepare the leaves to dry run it will chat about a Chi, it is still much better au naturel! Here too we can not smoke in a place apart shilom closed. Know the few places where you can smoke joints without risking anything. Yet you can see the old hill with bundles of ganja on his back across town safely from even before the army and police.

sharra Smoking is not really legal, it's just taboo. We all smoked, but it should not be.

Everything can be sometimes very contradictory because a cop is Nepali smoking cone gets torn quarter of an hour, it is clear. Like a common point between this nascent democracy and our old Marianne breath.

The police need a special exemption to control a tourist, it itches them stick to align ourselves but they need a package of suspicion to search a Western single smoker Bedo c ' is out of context. During the tourist royalty-king should never be particularly bothered by political or social problems of the country, the slogan was "let them eat" with impunity. This may change with the new provision of the state of Nepal Maoist ... Since the new democratically elected government is in place Prashanda with its head everything is increasingly fliquer. Now traders are forced to close shop in 22h. Especially in Thamel is not clear why the very beginning of tourist season the police arrived an hour early, and closing the night in his frustration of not enough. Alcoholism is highly developed in Nepal and the new interior minister says it wants to curb the phenomenon by these fascist measures. Night life is limited to a few places in Kathmandu, mostly around the pole Thamel, a few concerts at the "Reggae Bar", some teufettes trance-organized by the Russian "Tongues and fairies" atmosphere teenage R & B "Funky Buddha", not short enough to beat a duck for a westen used with varying degrees of debauchery much nuisance.
The overall selection is underway, a cul dappled with thinning hair henna begs me to come into his shop to buy trinkets unbeatable price, double the price, very good price my friend. Suddenly refocus on the real and famine: the hearts are hungry, there is nothing left.

Inflation is rampant, such as insecurity.

Yet if you know the correct price of things we will grant without too much difficulty, he must know how to get ahead, by kindness, there will always be an honest trader with whom parley.










Communism is "working, shut up and sleep," they do not provide a lot of entertainment for Sensible people toil for them ...
Perhaps it is an international movement of pampering, we prefer our leaders to Home nose glued to the TV, if possible before these screens contaminated by the unreal-gogo poufs in tight panties bottomless. Ass perched high takes the place of honor, but does not look, it's only for the rich, to showcase the hoax is still contagious.

Rhododendrons in bloom, hair in the wind from the south, inadequacy of the bulb glow of a loving gaze after the distribution of a donut exchanged.
"Do not Get Attached to detachment," dude. Some days you get up there and prances like a butterfly from the sun. Is relativized all around and like a fish would have adapted in its jar, bubble.

My mission "Dogs" takes place according to some inconsiderate, the truth is that when you give love a dog there are 100% chance that he loves you in return.

then I begin a period of material generosity that I do not relate to compassion into action that is totally selfless. For over a week I spend my day to distribute alms to the people my brothers and sisters. It's party the day of bleeding, I get up, barely breathed me an old scrap its tax already bakchish I have not even entitled to a Namaste!
Generosity exasperated, you strive to do your best but there is never enough.


is next to the moldy old lady actress Commedia del Arte, you can not resist it too is excellent delivery. The fake babas dressed in orange robes of royal succession in the table of Kumari's, they pick up their 5 rupees each in turn. Rags on green t-shirt gutted eyes filled with black Kajal, you can not avoid their piercing eyes that beg you to give them an ice cream, cookies, in a little superfluous in this real world. An old grandpa bent with the burdens of life just to try his luck. His only hope is to try to scrounge a few rupees to foreign visitors to pay for his medical treatment. There is no social system in Nepal to help the poor, nothing can get by on their shit not enviable.

This week I was exhausted, I'm like a sponge dried in a bad mood I have bad Mine, I can not take a step in Kathmandu without being taxed. Indeed, many beneficiaries selected by affinity I spread the word and soon the French bizarre black bindi is overwhelmed by the endless complaints of each other. I spend my time to deliver meals, sub, cookies and milk, pay winery in number, and at the end of the day I was still tax. is terrible but we understand that attending the use humanely is mostly feel good, be comfortable with his staff will, therefore aim at the base was far from disinterested.
There has never enough with humans.

Consider that could affect their present condition seems to be Ego. Ultimately we must not play God. That's a key that leads to paradise on Earth.

A little love and nursing distilled to a few children left too early in life get me real earned respectability in the neighborhood.

When one does what we can with what little we have, collusion with other people is total and contaminating.

At one point I broke down and curled myself up like an oyster in my den when I focus on my puppy-dogs. I am reconciled to life through these scattered pearls canines like the plague. Distribution Biskits, forgotten leftovers in restaurants and especially unconditional love "us." Mothering well produced and donated personal care in emergency clean absolutely unselfish goal. Dogs recognize me, I'm probably one of them.
My Baby-Dog from Freak Street
In Kathmandu and elsewhere the duration of my stay often depends on the presence of a dog "shiva-dog" is not really a dog and I have to educate and love for a moment, a week, a month or a few minutes, I learn to love them without attachment and completely selfless, a perfection in the eyes and clear vision of auras without trial.
Here I am part of a pack of Freak Street, as Gokarna virtually all dogs are Shiva-Dogs, that is, human souls incarnated in decline for a short and difficult penance life of a dog, taking care of them with love we remind Hindus that the dog is an animal sacred to the same extent as the sacred cow Gaumata, our mother. Dog the sacred vehicle of Bhairav and his Shakti Kali ultimate gods, "supervise" of Shiva.

Drop by drop fills the gauge of selfless good while human beings criticize the lack of attention their remaining, sorry, too disappointing these people no mirror never showed .
life follows its course to the Green Lodge and time flies when you feel almost at home itself. The young Dinesh me up my cellar and I am leading a good pourbiche, not little cute I can not give you my I-pod. We must also learn not to show too much.

Everyday Raj Kumar, 13 years collects plastic bottles littering the winding streets of Kathmandu and majestic, I often provides the winery or a meal of dhal-bhat (rice-lentil soup and vegetables, favorite food of Nepal) and we talk, he speaks English well enough and has an arrogance that makes him a true "king" of the street. Raj in Hindi means king


I'd like to dream that one day this child so his condition but the reality requires more realism, its eye warrior will not suffice in this reality of caste.
I think a little Kunkyen is between the D. Day 17 and Sept. 21, he does not care as his first lie. His soul continues to reach me by shock waves and intermittent mysterious telepathic interconnections can not be more real sensations.

Peace Love Light from shiva shakti shanti

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"PUNK IS NOT DEAD, IT'S JUST SMELLING LIKE FUNNY..."

"The time process can't bring the new, Time Is Not a Way of Creation.

In the process of time there is no transformation there is only a continuity and no ending.
In the process of time there is nothing but Recognition. It is only when you have complete cessation of the time process, of the activity of the self, is there the New, is there Revolution, is there Transformation.


So Love is not of Time you can't come upon it through any conscious effort, through any discipline, through identification, which are all a process of Time.
The Mind, knowing only the process of Time, cannot recognize Love.
Love is the only thing that is new, eternally new. Since most of us have cultivated the Mind, which is a process of Time, which is the result of Time, We Do Not Know What Love Is. "

KRISHNAMURTI  "Reflections on the self"

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