Meditation
My ex was into the spiritual and supernatural stuff. I never got into it myself, but in the vein of mutual respect being healthy for a relationship I never poo-pooed her ideas either. If she wanted to play with tarot, mystics and tea leaves then that was fine by me. Ouija was a different matter – I am not a big fan of people messing with that sort of stuff even if I am a sceptic. Leave the dead alone in my opinion. However, she was more into the ‘softer’ side of it all so no drama.

She went through a phase of getting right into theosophy, where science, philosophy and religion try to hold hands and come up with a mutually acceptable cosmic view. Quite healthy stuff, even if some of it was a bit out there for me, like the reincarnation aspect. But she was a happy investigating it all so I was happy with it too.

Anyway, at one stage in the relationship we took a trip around Asia and checked out all the temples, did the meditation stuff with the monks and all that jazz. Cool fun really. We ended up in India, right in the east in the Garjat Hills, near Bangladesh. We stayed in this little village up in the hills where things were simple and everyone was very welcoming. While we were there we got talking to some German backpackers who told us about this shaman/priest type guy who would let you watch his ceremonies and even take pictures, which was pretty rare and a definite draw card for the missus. More to the point, he led meditation sessions and apparently taught techniques that really heightened the experience. That was the deal-maker and the missus decided we were off to see this chap, no matter what.

So we take a bus into the middle of nowhere, then hire a guide to take us up a goat track deep into the hills. Took a few hours but it was worth it because it was ultra speccy. Anyway, we get to this little hut and there was this shaman/priest dude sitting outside. He looked like he was 200 years old, really gnarled and wizened. He was barefoot and had obviously done lots of miles in his time as the skin on his feet was so thick it was like he had grown his own shoes. He was as skinny as a rake and it looked like a strong breeze would carry him off. And he stank, especially his breath! It was offensive enough to stop a bulldozer! In fact, he was a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed with halitosis.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 1:34, 6 replies)

baaaaaahahaaa!
I like it. *click*
( Axai is in Montréal, Canada O.o, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 7:55, closed)

Ahahahahaha
clever :) *click*
(ShortPurple is still trying to think of a decent board sig on, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 10:32, closed)

Oh dear,,,
Nah that was ace :) The first 'pun' story that actually made me laugh as opposed to cringe! Have a click!
(feels_goodman 's brain cogs whirred at, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 13:05, closed)

Hurrah!
That was marvellous!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 5 Jul 2008, 17:26, closed)

...
..How in God's name did you come up with that? I mean, what made your mind go along that path in the first place? :D
(oneltrchardonnay, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 14:47, closed)

^
The punchline is an old classic - its not something I made up.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 21:39, closed)