Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

Kirby and I were driving somewhere.  I was on the phone with Mel and we were talking.  He was saying that he was somewhere going to his mom’s  and we were in the country driving away from the sunset in some eastern town in the mountains.  It was really beautiful and I was looking behind me trying to see the sunset and thinking that in the eastern part of the US, it was hard to see the sunset from the top of a hill because the hills were laid out in a strange fashion.  But we were making this turn and I could slowly see the sun on the building tops in the distance behind us and it was beautiful.  We parked outside of a little church and walked in.  Mel was there and he said he wanted to show me something.  He took me through a little door into a different part of the church.  He said normally people weren’t allowed in here.  He took me to an alter.  It was a woman kneeling.  I told Mel that she was suplicating.  Kirby came in.  Mel was telling me that I could play guitar in this room all day and night because it was a special day.  No one would ask me to stop.  There was an older woman in the room and was thinking about whether or not I wanted to play.  It was a stone church and the acoustics were awesome.  I asked Kirby if my guitar was in the back of his car.  He looked out the window and said no.  I decided I was going to go look and see if there was a guitar I wanted to buy in the local shop.  I remember Mel carrying a big book that he was looking in.  I also had a book in my hand when I was leaving.  I think it was my copy of “The Occult in Art” and as I left, a minister was ushering in a couple of people.  I noticed that there were lots of expensive books in the place and as I was leaving, there were two woman that were as well.  I saw a very large book on the floor with a price tag of $149.  I made it outside and looked at this quaint town wondering if I would find a nice guitar.

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