Death and Dying in Olde Geistopia

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It is…Sunday, July 25th,, Two-Thousand and Twenty-Fun. Time...Revolting

Theme – How Am I Still Alive

It has come to my attention that I have a lot of stories that end with someone asking, “How are you still alive?” Some of them are spiritual entanglements. Some areSome are moments of stupidity – accidents and poor choices. And quite a few of them are about partying. Sometimes I find myself asking the same question. For now, the answer is I don’t know. All I can say is there must be a G-d and he doesn’t like one of you very much.

Lesson – Enjoy It. You Have 3 Months and Then Everything Changes

This isn’t the actual Lesson But how it cam to me. This is a phrase that came through in meditation sometime ago [about three months.] I’ve been wondering what it meant. I suppose I have gotten just a glimpse of that this week. I’m not sure I know how to phrase what I took from the realization. I talk all the time about The Voice and visions and guidance. I always say to pay attention. There is something real about it all. I guess this just Re-emphasizes that for me.

Observation – limitations are of the Mind

The Post

Well, last night about 1930, Craze passed away.

It was a strange day altogether and I suppose I felt it coming. In fact, I’m certain I uttered it to myself in the morning. Once you have met Death, her scent becomes very distinctive. She was in the air.

I had planned on working the day and just popping in to see dad. That plan was mine – but not mine to follow. I woke a little later than usual. This put me back a little bit but nothing I haven’t seen before. I managed to get one delivery in and then things slowed down…well, stopped. At this point, I figured I could go see Craze and then hit the lunch rush.

I did go over and I did visit. Then I decided I could get some work done in The Cave while I waited for an order to come in. None came. The area around Olde Geistopia/Putterville is like a wormhole when it comes to cellular signals. Sometimes you get them and sometimes you don’t. And it’s never the same in the same spot twice.

Turns out, I was having difficulty and didn’t know it. So, I decided to go out and park somewhere. It was time for more coffee anyway. I went and got my coffee [and this round of lottery tickets] and parked. I sat and sat and sat until I received a notification that he service hadn’t received a signal from me in some time. I had absolutely no service at all and I don’t know how long that was going on. There was one offer that I missed because I ran in for my coffee and didn’t take my phone. [This is actually kind of funny because I almost always take my phone with me.]

So very often in life we have to just look at what we’re given and work with it. I was having absolutely I was having absolutely no lick staying connected and getting work. I also wasn’t really feeling it. I was heavy and clouded. So, I took the hint. I headed back to Olde Geistopia figuring I could visit off and on and also work in The Cave. I just had no…anything. It wasn’t just about motivation or energy. Finally, I realized I was walking between worlds. I was halfway between our reality and The Spirit Realm. There’s really only one thing to do at a time like that and, all things considered, only one place to do it.

I didn’t actually get much work done in The Cave. I just had no…anything. It wasn’t just about motivation or energy. Finally, I realized I was walking between worlds. I was halfway between our reality and The Spirit Realm. There’s really only one thing to do at a time like that and, all things considered, only one place to do it.

I headed into the living room where Pop was laying. They had this tendency to leave him alone. I’ll admit I hated that. I realize he was out of it. I realize he was sleeping a lot. But, I just felt someone should always be in the room for those brief moments he did wake up. In this particular instance, I was glad that no one was in there.

First, it allowed me to pick up on the presences when I entered. The room was very different in energy and light. Dad had company. I settled into the recliner for some Dreamtime. At first I just sat there looking at the bed with him in it. Slowly, it would become clearer. I could see them around the head of the bed – 4 figures. His mom and dad were there. [In fact, his dad is the reason I knew this was coming. A few weeks ago I was randomly drawn to his gravesite for a visit. I’m pretty sure he told me then.] And, of Course, his best friend and straight man for over 30 years was there. [He’s been there waiting for quite some time.] Then there was the fourth – such a very undistinguishable energy. I went over it most of the day. I couldn’t place it as anyone we knew. I had even thought maybe it was his other very close friend but that wasn’t right. In the bed, I came to the determination it was an angel. Quite frankly it is the only reasonable explanation for the amount of light and power in the room.

I was in and out for Dreamtime. Dad was there almost immediately. We talked. But, in true to me fashion – I can’t really remember shit. I don’t know how long it lasted. I’m going with 20 minutes. Time is all sorts of distorted in the other realms. I came back and stood up to see him. I touched his shoulder lightly and told him the girls would be coming later. I told him that every time I left the room. As I left the room this time, again, I think I knew.

I spent the rest of the day in that same haze. I really couldn’t function right. I was here, but also very much someplace else. The best I can compare it too is a constant Reiki session. I don’t know at which point I had called Mama to tell her the girls should definitely come. I also took a moment to text The Big Boss. He is learning what I do so he can fill in for me next week when I do things with the girls. This was to be his last night of following me. So, I asked him how he felt about flying solo. I told him I wanted to get the girls there but it was a transportation issue. I also felt like it was where I needed to be. [That was how I had been feeling all day.]

I spent the day drifting in and it of the room with dad. I was fortunate enough to witness [what I consider] a very fun moment. Sparky had come to see him. It was so perfectly timed because dad was actually awake and as alert as he had been all day. He heard that voice and his whole energy just lit up. He even had what looked like a little smile on his face. The girls were surprised by this. They didn’t think Sparky and dad really knew each other. They did. We all ran in the same partying circle with The Putter. Sparky has done work for my family. They weren’t/t necessarily best friends but they had mutual respect for each other. I think that’s what made it such a moment for Craze too. I think he was genuinely surprised and touched to hear that voice. When Sparky was leaving, Craze moved and made noise like he was trying to communicate something. My mom and my sister were better at understanding but I did the best I could in the moment. I assumed he was thanking Sparky for coming and asked him as much. He settled down. So, I still assume I was correct…or at least close enough.

Again, every time I left I told him that the girls were coming. Finally they arrived. I walked in with them. The room was empty again, everyone gathered at the kitchen table. I told dad the girls were there and had them say hi. Now, Sunshine and I had a little blow out. She got snippy with me every time I said something to her. I told her we were going to have a talk, and she knew I was pissed. I walked out of the room to go blow off my steam and clear my head.

My problem was not just the snippy-ness. I had just asked her how she was doing with all of this and she said she was OK. So, I reasoned that I was going to point this out to her and ask if she was being honest. I could understand the attitude if she was having trouble dealing. Otherwise, she owed me an apology. I did nothing to deserve that. When we did talk she was frustrated because I kept telling them to talk to him about their day. Apparently, she doesn’t actually do anything in a day. [I don’t know.]

I started back in to see them and talk to Sunshine, everyone was still gathered around the table. I was met part way by Cuddlebug. “Dad, you better come in here. I think…” and she was right. I didn’t even have to see his face to know. His skin had already turned yellow-ish. We retrieved Loch Ness from next door at The putters and she was unable to find a pulse. We called for the nurse and 20 minutes later she arrived and confirmed what we already knew.

Interesting side moment: Loch Ness and Boomdeeay decided that they could turn the oxygen off after Loch found no pulse. As they were reaching for it Big ‘D’ looked up and said, “let’s just leave it plugged in in case.” They didn’t hear her or they weren’t really listening. So I spoke up and a little louder, “hey guys let’s just leave it huh?” Then they got it.

This is interesting to me because mom knew. She had said as much. But turning the oxygen off was accepting the reality. It was the last step. There was a part of her that didn’t want to do it until she absolutely had to. The human mind is so curious.

There are many little stories that could go into the telling of this week. But, I do not want to defile the moment or the memory of my father by delving into the same non-sensical BS we have all become accustomed to over the past 20 years, Fellow Travelers. Some of them may be my own sensitivities. Some, I feel, are just very blatant. They do all need to be told [for they will one day be significant] but here and now is neither the time nor the place.

Apparently, I am not doing the funeral service. They got someone else to do it. So, I would like to take this space here to pay my tribute to my father.

My father was a great man. If there was any question of this, all one had to do was witness the incredible outpouring of love and support over the past several days. I do not think that I am aware of anyone that knew him that did not like him. Now, there were individuals such as the neighbor. He and my father never got along. But then he never knew my father either.

My father was a giving man, a caring man, a respectful man…and I think he was much more sensitive than he ever showed. He worked hard [perhaps too hard at times] for all of his grown life. He was married twice and had four children – three daughters and…well…whatever I am. Lol.

H was not a perfect man. He had a temper. [Apple/tree and all that.] He was stubborn as all hell. [Again…with the apple.] Everyone and everything was against him. There was no winning or getting ahead. One of his most famous quotes was, “It’s always something.”

He wasn’t wrong.

In fact, the statement is so true that over the years it has been a Theme, a Lesson, and an Observation. It now sits comfortably as a Principle. It is always something. There is always something that breaks, or gets delayed, or fails. There is always something that goes wrong and sets a person back. It is just a part of the Life Cycle and Experience. It is actually a statement very akin to The Buddha’s first Observation – All of Life is Suffering.

[My father was a proficient Buddhist and never knew it.]

My father believed in family.

He loved his Phillies and his Eagles…and he could always coach better than those fools they pay.

He liked things simple. He kept a simple routine. Work, exercise, some chores and a lot of Phillies. He even liked simple foods – not a lot of sauces or spices.

He didn’t really care to go out or do things and I think he could only tolerate so much company.

He kept to himself a lot. At home he was always quiet and pensive. I will forever wonder just what thoughts were always dominating his mind.

He played baseball/softball in his younger years and loved it. It was a passion. He also played golf with his brothers. [Something I wouldn’t have imagined.] He was a drummer and even an artist.

He wanted to be a State trooper but missed the height requirement.

In his early entertainment career he was offered a spot in the club scene of Philly, but turned it down because of the strain it would have put on his family at the time.

In the mid 60’s – ‘65/’66 – he had a terrible car accident which would cripple his left hand. A Cadillac convertible – with the top down – flipped over and continued to travel along the asphalt for a quarter of a mile with my father pinned under it. He always said that was the day he should have died. Perhaps this is what began his obsession with death and dying. One can’t come that close to Death and not form a very different relationship with her.

But, it was definitely his thing. He was dying for as long as I can remember. Every year he “might not be here the next.” Every holiday “might be his last.” It reached a point where Christmas did not officially begin for me and my best friend until dad mentioned death.

These are the little things that made up my father – all of the quirks and habits and idiosyncrasies. These are all of the little treasures and memories we will share with each other. But, my father was so much more than all of that.

For 70 years he performed on many a stage in front of many large audiences as – Crazy Elmer. He was a comedian, a singer, and yes even a dancer. When it came to working his legs he was second only to Elvis Presley. [And I am not exaggerating.]

He had such incredible timing and presentation. He could work any audience anytime anywhere. I watched it happen over and over again. He had such a presence that you couldn’t help but get drawn into him. He performed at the same park every Sunday for several years. That park was known to have Nashville stars come to play. Many of you may not know who Conway Twitty was but when his band came to the park everytime my father came on stage they would come out of the tour bus to watch him. They looked forward to coming to the park to watch him. I do not know anyone who has watched him onstage and wasn’t immediately captivated and filled with respect and admiration.

12 years ago I did a tribute video to my father and his career. In it, I interviewed – at separate times and in separate places – members from each of the four bands with which he worked it. In those interviews, three different people referred to him as a “consummate professional.” And that he was.

Founding members of a defunct Valley band were talking to mom in the past several days and they told her that the greatest compliment they ever received in their career was the day they looked up and saw my father sitting in the audience. I told you – dad didn’t go places. Most especially to see shows But he was so well liked and respected that his presence truly meant something. It rained that day and he told them that he wouldn’t sit out in the rain for anything but he would sit in the rain to watch them.

They couldn’t have felt more complimented.

My father lit up on stage. He was a completely different person from the quiet and isolated man we knew at home. He came to life and you can still see it in pictures of him – even as his health started to fail. I don’t know what it was, but you talk about a G-d given talent or being born to do something. This was it. And my father not only found his place. He fell into it and it quickly carried him away on an incredible 70 year journey.

When he was 13 he joined the minstrel show that his father was already a part of. The next year an Endman (comedian) role became available and they asked my father to fill it. In the audience at one of the performances was the female bass (and I mean bass not bass guitar) player for a local but well known band. She went back to the leader of the band and said, “You have to check his kid out.”

So, he did. And at the end of that performance he approached my father [and his] and told them that he wanted dad to come work for him as a comedian. My dad asked his dad for his permission and advice. I wish I could remember it in PA Dutch the way my Pappy said it, but what he told my father is, “If you’re going to do it – do it right.”

This is advice that my father obviously took to heart because he did it right for 70 years.

He worked with that band for a few years before the leader took a brief hiatus. During the hiatus he found work with another local but very well known entertainer. This man was so ig that he had been on Broadway and, not only, did the piano work on some of Elvis Presley’s studio recordings – he was also close friends with Elvis. If my father ever had to learn professionalism, he learned it from this man.

After some turmoil he left that group and joined the one I knew him to be with all of my life. It was also the band in which he would be half of one of the greatest comedy duos I have ever watched in action. Second only to Abbott & Costello. [Again, I am not exaggerating.] They met in The Professional’s band. This man left first and joined the other group. My father would soon follow. And for 30 years they set the stage on fire. These two were hot together. And when this man passed away almost 30 years ago my father’s performance changed drastically. But, now, they will find each other once more and they are going to have an incredible party. A sI aid the other night, “When those two get back together, Heaven is gonna go to Hell.”

My father was on the radio and television and recorded more albums than I can even count. He was mostly local but had performed even in Atlantic City. He would be a part of five groups in his career. Two of those he did simultaneously and one was a variety show made up of members of local groups which happened once every so often. He easily had a fan base in the tens of thousands for he was known far and wide. I tell you once you saw him you never forgot him.

I’m sure I could go on and on, but I have said enough for now and I will leave you with these words, Fellow Travelers –

Rest In Peace ClenRoy Elwood “Crazy Elmer” Geist. June 14, 1935 – August 7, 2021.

The world lost a remarkable entertainer but Heaven gained a star.

May The Lord see fit to find a way for your work to continue to touch, lift up and inspire people for generations to come.

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Wherever you are and whenever you are – Like, Comment, and Share – we’re on a Journey and it takes you to get there.

So, without hesitation, for now and for always, from here in Geistopia, this is your beloved Rev…

WALT: And Walt…

DOC: Unt Doc…

JOHNNY: Aaaaand Johnny…

And those guys, saying, “Stay Tuned-In, Fellow Travelers,” and wishing you Peace, Love, Light…

WALT: And Freakishness, Baby.

The Totems & Archetypes

**from Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak**

This week’s ‘Totem of Choice’ is the Hawk. Hawk has come to me many times this week. Four times Hawk flew right out directly in front of The Vantasm. One of those time ma Hawk was sitting on the side of the road, nestled in some bushes. I took notice to it but did not recognize what it was. Then as I neared it took off flying right across my path. This is very odd behavior for a Hawk. I have never seen one on the ground. Even when they get food they take to the air again. The other interesting note from that moment was that once the Hawk was in flight it was being attacked and bullied by several smaller birds. [Had it been hiding? Also very strange behavior for a Hawk.)

Hawk - Visionary Power and Guardianship.

Messengers, protectors and visionaries. Visionary power and leading you to your life purpose. There is a message coming. What you eat, you become. Kundalini. Childhood visions are becoming empowered and fulfilled. The ability to soar and glide upon the currents. Great Heights while still keeping your feet on the ground. Attacks by people who won’t understand you - attack your ability to soar. Teaching of higher expression of psychosis and vision. Beauty and harmony in moderation. Lead you to using your creative energy in manifesting your soul purpose. Hope and new ideas. A need to be open to the new or shows ways that you may help teach others to be open to the new. Be observant. Life is sending signals. Careful in expression. Comments and actions will be strong and powerful with the ability to tear and/or kill.