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Bardo

Another song popped into my head just after midnight on the way home this morning from the lab:
Take Me to Aruanda by Astrud Gilberto.

There’s a land, Aruanda
Diamond sand, Aruanda
Silver stars on the hill top
Take me to Aruanda

Lots of fish in the stream near
Lots of dangers to dream there
Golden sun in the valley
Take me to Aruanda

There where nobody worries
There where nobody hurries
Easy life waving you’re welcome
Take me there

Leave my sadness behind me
Let sweet paradise find me
Heaven waits over yonder
Take me to Aruanda

Pasha is definitelty communicating with me via music,because the songs are all about places.

Pasha is traveling! She has begun the journey through her liminal state of death and rebirth.

Good for her!


What I worry about is her being alone, cold and scared, for the “Life line” song repeats through my psyche as well. However, I awoke again with “In the Land of Make Believe” running through my head again and again. Normally I would be annoyed, but since I know it’s my dog–thinking like dog “Chase the Tail-Chase the Tail-Bite the Leg-Bite the Leg–I can’t help but smile.

Pasha was a Chow-Chow Shepard which makes her tibetan so I will honor her afterlife by observing the Bardo:

Tibetan Buddhist Rites of Transdimensional Passage

It is generally accepted that the total time of the intermediate state between two successive earthly incarnations is forty-nine days. The various cycles of emanation of the deities divide this time into a rhythm that is always determined by the number seven. . . . From the fourth to the eleventh day there is the successive emanation of the forty-two peaceful bardo deities from out of the fivefold radiant light of the buddhas. From the twelfth until the nineteenth day the fifty-eight terrifying deities take shape out of the flames, and the journey through the [bardo and the experience of the worlds of hell] Srid-pa’i bardo lasts . . . twenty-one days in all. The last seven days are dedicated to the search for the place of rebirth which is supposed to take place on the eighth day . . .” (pp. 95–96).

However, I prefer to think of Pasha exploring different worlds and chasing squirrels in her after life until she feels she’s ready to come back to our realm. Pasha doesn’t deserve to endure the torment of the terrifying dieties. The dieties should be the playful squirrels who will tease her until a new body is made for her return to earth.
Then again…
I do not control the universe.


Gambate Pasha! Let’s share many songs of encouragement as you press on through your journey!

ARTIST: Harry Nilsson
TITLE: Think About Your Troubles
Lyrics and Chords

[Point, The]

Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
Then think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
And drop ’em in a teacup
Take them down to the riverside

/ A Aadd9 / / D D9 / / G Gadd9 / / C Cadd9C /

And throw them over the side
To be swept up by a current
Then taken to the ocean
To be eaten by some fishes
Who were eaten by some fishes
And swallowed by a whale
Who grew so old
He decomposed, doo, doo, doo

… / A Aadd9 / / / /

He died and left his body
To the bottom of the ocean
Now everybody knows
That when a body decomposes
The basic elements
Are given back to the ocean
And the sea does what it oughta

And soon there’s salty water
Not too good for drinking
‘Cause it tastes just like a teardrop
So they run it through a filter
And it comes out from a faucet
And it pours into a teapot
Which is just about to bubble
Now think about your troubles, now

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