FREQUENCIES TRAVELER DECEMBER 27, 2016 "Nine thousand years ago, La La Land had tar pits... lakes of tar that hardened to a type of asphalt in cold weather. In warm weather, by the dark moon, it was a lake of black liquid... WHAT WAS HER NAME, the woman there? Do you know her?" I am reflective. Today I am remembering a visit to LaBrea... "Her?" you look up from that display of faunal remains in photos. You are looking at photos of the mock-ups of the saber-toothed cats who lived in North America and wonder if she was accustomed to such types of animals. "Nine thousand years ago, a woman ended up in a tar lake. Nine thousand years later, we have been left to speculate... Did she follow an animal into what she thought was water?... Thought the ground would be like tarmac? Maybe she didn't see it until she was stuck in it... Or, some people have asked whether or not she could be a murder victim from nine thousand years in the past. There were also animals stuck in that tar. It's nasty smelling stuff to work in... you need to excavate in warm weather so that it will be more liquified. Even today, archaeologists and paleontologists sit on wood or other surfaces they have created, with their buckets near them, in order to continue searching through the tar. They don't want to fall into the black muck and suffer the same fate as the La Brea Tar Pit female did. Imagine... Here in La La Land, home of Hollywood and Los Angeles.... Angels and movie stars... and 'imagination.'" I find the area interesting, with all that it "preserves" of what mankind has left behind of itself and its fame. "Did you know that Westwood Cemetery is just a short walk away. I drove to it but I could have walked from the tar lake, with that female still preserved there, to the burial site of other famous and famously dead females: Marilyn Monroe and Natalie Wood. Wilshire Boulevard houses LACMA, the art museum, also. It is just down the block from the tarpit and around the corner from Westwood Village Cemetery. I feel... sense... the symmetry... each of these three famous females are preserved, nine thousand years apart, in the same area. Each has died in questionable ways: Did Marilyn Monroe accidently overdose? She is in the wall vault... Did Natalie Wood actually drown, surrounded by husband, Robert Wagner, friends, and nearby boaters?... We ask what she was doing in the dark water?...at night?... when she was supposedly afraid of the water and had a fear of drowning?... a premonition?... of her own death? Natalie is buried just feet away from Marilyn in this small, but psychically interesting place so near to the Tarpit burials of ancient extinct mammals and that human female. People have been on these continents longer than that... but, perhaps, it is because we wonder what happened to her -- this female -- just as we wonder about Natalie and Marilyn today. We can see ancient mummies around the corner at LACMA's Egyptian exhibitions. What is it about the energy of this area?... this several block rectangle that carries the similarly intriguing, but tragically lost, remains of fame, beauty, and femininity... ? What else? Who else? Is there more here?" "I heard that Walter Mattheau was buried there," you say. "He was buried the day I was in the cemetery. And no doubt, there is likely a cosmic reason for the timing." La La Land is a place to see a piece of humankind's 'imagination' brought to film 'manifestation.' It cannot be a coincidence that we liken fame to the celestial stars. Stardom. We are 'starshine'... never so obviously 'manifested' as when we see the rise of Norma Jean to Marilyn Monroe... or when the little child in the movie, 'Miracle On 34th Street,' grows up to become James Dean's friend in 'Rebel Without A Cause.' He died in a car crash. Didn't Sal Mineo also die in a questionable way and too young, also? And, that is some of the point here. Fame and then death have snatched these humans from our lifetime... their remains await discovery beneath La La Land's Westwood/Wilshire Boulevard neighborhood some day... We witness today the discovery of the one-who-would-be-found, an ancient who also comes to us with questions surrounding her death and preservation... in what is called La La Land. Today, tourists visit the graves of Hollywood's Elite. Seeing paleontological fossils and faunal remains are educational day trips. Death manifested... Was it 'manifest destiny?'" I pause to think about 2016. This year has been a year of death after death of favorite actors and world leaders. Fleeing migrants innumerable were dying by the thousands... many by airplane crash or drowning. War and conflict seemed elongated in duration. The Holidays saw the news that Carrie Fisher -- 'Princess Leia' in 'Star Wars' movies -- had died. Within a day of her death, we hear that her mother, actress Debbie Reynolds, has suddenly died also... "Death... Death as 'manifestation'....Death as final exit from a construct and the return to other realms... to other realities... or to what we have chosen to visualize as a different reality... 'Reality?' Only one reality forever and for everyone alive and dead? What was the 'nature of reality?' During such times, death appears to be in the ascendant... Death as 'Dark Side' is more than simply the end of life... Death as dark side: was 2016 a year for this?" "Reality is controversial," you say. "La La Land is so named because, while much has been written, drawn, designed, and created by humankind there, a certain aura of make-believe or pretense invites each if us to explore not only what we believe to be 'real' there, but also to measure our own ability to believe in the power of manifesting our every thought." I decided to branch out a bit. "Talent... is it thought manifest or is it channeled? What about creative variety and those who 'stretch the truth': if one can stretch truth, what, then, limits us?" "Nothing? Maybe?" You are looking as if you are not certain... "If we have unlimited access to thought and to manifestation, why would we be hesitant about using the opportunity?" "The source?" You guess. "The source!" I can respond here. "It is is a huge part of the hesitancy on our parts, the big question...while here on this planet. We are taught that we should not take gifts from strangers. We are taught not to venture into blind alleys or into the unknown without an escape plan... some backup. We do not trust the source! Are there strings?...Negative strings?... Negative consequences?... Is it going to be harmful to others?... Dangerous? Worse? Is it too good to be true? Is it, the source, 'evil' and 'dishonest?' 'Dante's Inferno' might be our fate: we are encouraged to fear. Alternately, we are encouraged to trust blindly. So many times, we witness disappointment come with apparent blind trust. We are trying to remember. We want to know just what it is that we KNOW -- that we KNEW prior to the womb -- before making broad moves." I veer my words back to my prior ideas. "La La Land. Desert meets valley and ocean. Where some minds have manifested legend. Other minds have experienced betrayal, attack, dark energy stalking and attendant death. Shadow... one song phrases it as 'Our shadow taller than our soul.' Led Zepplin, right? We stand at sunset when we reach the Pacific Ocean. Even the nearby mountains here, some golden or tan in color, are more sand than hard stone or the feel of granite. They look old. They look warn down with age, almost sandboxes or dunes. We are reminded of our developed years: middle age and older. We see also the mountain lion in the canyons and the annual migration toward the sea that animals make when water dries up in the creeks during July. Life here is not young. It is not innocent. It has been the farthest that one can travel westward until one makes the transition from land to sea or air. It is not the end, though. A left turn and one can head to Mexico or South America. A right turn and one can travel to Alaska, Canada or the Arctic. We realize that, just beyond are islands... continents with people who have ancient connections... somehow... to us. Yet, time has given them a different perspective on life... different language and ... we are fascinated." How can I conserve words, I am thinking. "Fascinated with what is there or 'out there' if we follow the sun?" I don't think anyone today would refuse an exotic sunset... I continue my line... surely it goes somewhere. "Fascination with both-- following the sun to its limits at sunset... magnetic vortices... electric vortices... electromagnetic vortices.... My mind sees Hari Krishnas in flowing mantras... We are as likely to visit the grave of dead movie stars as we are to attend a new movie studio or go down the highway to ride the Teacups at Disneyland." "Death... Autumn and Winter... we think of the year passing. Fall, in La La Land, is often a warm season and dry. Rain may not come south of Los Angeles until the end of December, the rainy season... Winter. Traveling north from Los Angeles to Canada will likely have the vacationer trying to see Crater Lake in Oregon before the ice and snow begin on its rim, which can be September. In a land so near the sunset, death -- especially when it takes the lives of young stars and other too-soon-departeds -- reminds us to wonder about the SOURCE... Are we meteors instead of Pulsars or Supernovae? Are we galaxies in collision or dreamers?" I look around. I am completely grayed in as I see a recently chemtrailed ... contrailed... sky, socked in with clouds... those flyers must have flown many lines, I can imagine. Evaporating fog is now rising to apparently join the floating arctic. NEXT PAGE Copyright 2016-2022. Asha of Antares.Asha Ariel Aleia.All Rights Reserved. Background courtesy: Asha Ariel Aleia | |||||