Having
donned the appropriate Rheingoldian attire, the imminency of the moment was
overwhelming for some of us. The sun was about to set as the moon was about
to rise. Our collective consciousness was approaching critical mass, or is
that Maas? 
Enduring
this winter was not as easy as any of us will lead you to believe. 
Please
don't think for a minute that we were not psyched about this adventure. The
Church of Mt. Tam was peaking attendance-wise on this unique day. Ten followers
had assembled to take the trek, to test the trail, to trip toward the there!
As
you can see by the images at the right, and the left, when we eventuallymade
it to the top, we immediately sat down. 
The
experience was simply overwhelming. What is it about hiking to a remote point
that causes one to stop and reflect, to space out, 
to
dig the views? We broke out into song, we called forth the spirits to beam
the cosmic energy toward our friends and family who needed the often not so
gentle push of the... cosmic giggle.
Then
all of a sudden the setting Sun's rays converged into a single wave length
so powerful it started to burn a hole in the planet right where we had sat
down. The energy was so intense none of us were able to move. We were spell
bound. It was like a scene out of the X-Files, or a Stephen Speilberg movie.
There was no explanation for what were now experiencing. Someone questioned
whether it was a sign from God... nah... it's the aberation inside the lens.
So
we split, admiring the fantastic colors painted so gently on the sky as we
walked back to from where we came. The pinks and blues and purples bending
up and over the horizon lighting the wispy clouds were as psychedelic as any
microgram of Owsley any of us had remembered. Perhaps this was the promised
flash back about which we had been warned!
The
Sun set out over the west sinking deeply into the Pacific Ocean where thoughts
of Maui filled our heads. Darkness rapidly fell along with the temperature.
Our
spirits remained high because we had witnessed another fine cosmic event that
was setting up another. From sunset to moonrise in the blink of an eye if
your eye blinks at the rate of forty-three minutes per blink. 
As
your intrepid reporter headed back toward the mother ship, south over the
Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco, the Vernal Equinox Full Moon popped
its large round head up over the opposite horizon as the sun we witnessed
setting off into the west. 
The
trusty old Apple Quicktake 200 camera was held out the window as the Waldo
Grade provided a view of shaky proportions leaving more trails in the wake
than Heinz has pickles, or is that Owsley had acid?
Then
one moon after another starting popping up over the horizon. Were all of the
fantasticlly conceived science fiction notions coming to life? Did the laser
beam from the sun burn right through the earth and split the full moon in
three? What is this world coming to? Where are we? What is it about this Church
of Mt. Tam?
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