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Volume 1 - Issue 1 Spring 1991
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Issue Number 1
Mother Grundy Says: "The world would be a lot better place if more people with initiative also had finish-it-ive."
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Issue Number 2
Let me introduce myself, I am Mother Grundy. I am one mother of a mountain with a ton of wisdom, which is why they call me "Madre Grande." That was my old name, but when the conquering races flooded into this land, they couldn't quite say it right. They thought the native women were saying "Mother Grundy." Well, they can call me what they want as long as they treat me with respect.
I was minding my own business (tending to my beautiful gardens) when this group of people showed up here and opened a monastery on my property and started using my old name! Not only did they use my old name, but they also knew what it meant! Well, the monastery is dedicated to unity, so I said, "Let me see what they're up to. They're probably going to need a lot of help from me." People usually do, you know.
Now, let me tell you, these folks are no spiritual giants, just the normal bunch of people (maybe "normal" is not quite the right word). Actually, they've done better than normal. considering all things. Certainly they're not perfect. They've made a bundle of errors. It's like I always say, "If you aren't making mistakes, you're dead." Yes, they've made mistakes, but at least they work hard at keeping their faces forward. They're not like most people, facing backwards and running into the future--without any idea where they're going or what they're doing; they just reminisce about their past. And that is just what they will get, the return of their past.
Speaking of the dead, I received a letter recently from someone who has never made a mistake (until now). This very ill(ustrious) person (that's v.i.p., for short) wrote to me to tell me about a mistake he thinks these monks made. Ha! I'm sure this is not his first mistake. In August, 1987 the world was swept into a paroxysm of love and harmony. Truly a rare event. The Harmonic Convergence marked the conclusion of the Mayan 15,000-year cycle, bringing the return of high-consciousness beings to this planet.
1200 of these happy souls poured into Madre Grande Valley for three days. Now let me tell you, parking cars, tending, entertaining, and feeding 1200 delirious people is a large job for 12 monks. That's right--only 12 monks! One of these twelve hundred was this v.i.p., we'll call him B.W. He says, "...i [sic.] was appalled to see a huge bowl of tuna fish being prepared (not too harmonic, karmically), and throw-away utensils and plates being used. i [sic., again] left promptly. So, i'm [still sic.] not interested in receiving your 'P's Stone'." That's his most recent mistake!
I don't think anyone should ever apologize for one's actions. If something was done, that's that. Responsibility begins by taking one's proper blame. But I really can't tolerate such injustice. I was there (all over, in fact) and saw what really happened. One of those 1200 thought they would help feed the multitude, and thought fish don't have flesh. Well, when the monks saw that bowl, they quietly slipped it out the back door to the waiting dog, Midnight. That made Midnight feel the truth of the Harmonic Convergence, I can tell you that.
Yes, and I will cancel B.W.'s ticket to unity (and his P's Stone), if he wishes. His stationery quotes a verse by Lezlie S. Combs:
"We must learn to extend our love, compassion and desire for peace to all life--the birds of the air, the creatures of the seas and those who tread upon the good earth. We need to understand the interconnectedness of all life; we cannot separate one form from the other. For we are all of one source. Peace is not something we can go out and find. We must create it in our own lives and hearts and then give it away...."
Nice advice, B.W.
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Issue Number 3
Dear Mother Grundy:
I think that one's speech and choice of words directly reflects where that person is coming from, and I'm still hearing derogatory, animal-demeaning phrasing coming from even our seemingly spiritualized brothers and sisters. After all, even with all the concern for animals, and the progressively larger vegetarian population, I still hear phrases like: "Kill two birds with one stone," or "Lie like a dog." There's a subtle level to these phrases that reinforce thought-patterns one may not even be aware of. What do you think, Mother Grundy? Tess
Dear Tess:
Yes, I heartily agree with you. And I propose that we begin substituting these over-used, horrid little sayings.
For instance, instead of killing birds, we could "Pet two pussies with one paw." Rather than birds in hand (only to be caged!), "A crystal in hand is better than two at the therapist's." And how about that darned "Let the cat out of the bag"? Why are they suffocating my kitties? As any planet knows, "Opening a can of worms," should always have been "Planting a colony of humans." And, as Dr. Doolittle so aptly pointed during his insanity trial, "Eats like a pig," should be "Eats like a man!"
Also hot dogs (again, those poor muts!) could be changed to the more honest offal hot without much adjustment. Hushpuppies could be hushgreasies, for all I care. I'm sure you can come up with changes to many phrases as your outlook expands. When one really comes into one's humanhood, animals will no longer be needed as reflections. Toodle-oo, M.G.
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Issue Number 4
Mother Grundy is here to answer the questions in your life--from cosmic quandaries to questions of the heart--with her own brand of wit and wisdom.
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If the theories of evolution and natural selection were accurate descriptions of the workings of Nature, then by now wouldn't there be only one very successful creature in the world? D. Win
Dear D. Win:
In fact, there is only one very "successful" creature on this world: Mother Earth herself. However, she is a bit ill right now and very badly needs a Gaiacologist. You see, she's got a disease that I call candida humanities, which is very much like a virulent fungus on her once-lovely surface. But, like any other disease that strikes a body and rapidly consumes its host, soon the environment can no longer sustain the illness. In fact, there are so many humans now on the earth that the reincarnating human souls have been used up and energies from the animal and plant kingdoms have been embodied. This accounts for the springing up, only in this century, of Couch Potatoes and other such vegetative creatures in the throw-away societies. It's up to us to enlighten and encourage our human sisters and brothers to awaken the Higher Angels of our Destiny and grow a community of real human beings who understand their essential link with Gaia--that of the cognitive, inspiriting order. M.G.
Dear Mother Grundy:
Do scientists really know what happened in the first hundredths of a second after the Big Bang? The astrophysicists keep telling us that they do, but I just can't see how, even through mathematical proofs. Kim Quan Tum
Dear Kim:
I once asked an astrophysicist friend of mine if he could recall what he had eaten for lunch only three weeks ago to the day, and he said, after a long pause, that he could not. Yet he could tell me straight in the face that he know what happened 15 billion years ago, when I was not even a twinkle in a galactic cluster. Dear me! I think that instead of the Big Bang, we should be more concerned with the Big Echo, which, according to my calculations, should hit any millennium now.
Love ya! Ma G.
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Issue Number 5
Dear Mother Grundy:
A couple of months ago, as part of an ongoing men's group, I hiked to the top of Mount Cuchama (on the Tecate border) called by European usurpers "Mount Tecate" which--as I learned on this amazing walk--is the Father Mountain, just as Madre Grande is the Mother Mountain. That's you! Ironically, we took this walk up the Father Mountain on Mother's Day; a perfect balance to our culture's usual shrieking emptiness of meaning for this day.
Anyway, as we climbed I just couldn't help but think how marvelous it was to have the two of you in such close proximity. And I also wondered if you two haven't had "something going on" all this time in front of our backs. Then--as we suddenly reached the climax of our journey to the very top--we came upon a painful sight: Mount Cuchama's summit is covered in horrid cement, barbed wire and electronic equipment that is more reminiscent of the Angry Father cultural symbol than the kindly, wise and great Father who complements the Mother.
Now I know for a fact that the late W. Evans-Wentz--the great esotericist who translated the Tibetan Book of the Dead--bought the mountain decades ago and donated it to the State of California and the Boy Scouts, stipulating in his will that nothing be built on this holy mountain. In fact, this traveler and spiritual benefactor regarded Cuchama as one of the great holy mountains of the West.
Mother Grundy, I think it's pure desecration to have that equipment up there, and just another example of our anal-retentive society's attempts to predict and control every last piece of grass. What about it, Mom? And is it true about you and Dad? --T.B.
Dear T.B.:
Oh, dear me! Looks like you caught us with our plants down!
Yes, indeed, Cuchama and I have had an on-going relationship for many millennia. It's been a rocky one, but when it's good--it's so good. Especially when a group of people come to commune with us and share their consciousness of these holy surroundings.
I'm sorry if you thought we were keeping it a secret; in fact it was right in front of your eyes all the time! Secrets of the mountains are whispered for all to hear, but the constant patter of words within a person's head prevents one from hearing these apparent "secrets".
We've harbored many communities of humans throughout the centuries with joy and even abundance. But ever since you government put up that mess of barbed wire on Cuchama's head he's been a bit irritable. I mean, you saw the Crown of Thorns he has to suffer. The sharp steel and microwaves just don't make for a peaceful papa! Let's get the word out about this injustice and have the equipment entirely taken down so that my husband's very old pate can once again feel young!
And as you mentioned, Mr. Evans-Wentz was (and will always be) a dear friend of ours. He was correct when he said that Cuchama and I are even older than the Himalayas, perhaps nearly twice as old! So please help get rid of that new junk and let my husband be happy again!
Smilingly, Ma G.
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