11-04-2004, 12:23 PM
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Big Chief Potatoes
Excerpt from Chapter 9, detailing account of Chief Joseph ...
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Big Chief Potatoes
1 I'd now like to relate what happened in the spring of 1988, in late May or early June. It concerns Chief Joseph, chief of the Nez Perce Indians, in conjunction with Nez Perce, Idaho, and occurred over a period of three or four days. 2 I was living with my mother at the time (Santa Rosa, California), when one day she asked me to go to Safeway and buy a bag of potatoes. It was hardly an unusual request so I went and did as she asked. When I got there I selected a bag of potatoes that were noticeably different. They were called Big Chief Potatoes, and profiled the large face of an Indian on front, an Indian chief, in full headdress—"with feathers and all." It also said they were from Pasco, Washington. It wasn't all that unusual, except I'd never seen a bag of potatoes with an Indian on it, and I kind of wondered about it.
Indian Tapestry
3 A couple of nights later I had a very unusual dream. I'm relatively sure it wasn't the same night? And like my experience in chapter 5, I became fully conscious and, was in the spirit. I awoke to find myself sitting in a chair, upholstered a velvety green color (more of a chartreuse), sitting out in front of a secondhand store or trading post, right out next to the street. This is a store that really exists (it did at the time I wrote this), and it's located on Highway 199 North, as you head into Grants Pass, Oregon—"just after crossing the bridge."
4 I found myself sitting in this chair and, there was a rolled-up tapestry—I didn't know what of—sitting on my lap. I then realized I had business with the owner inside and proceeded to go in. When I met the owner I spoke to him; and, when he spoke to me, it was in such a way that the whole shop reverberated, in conjunction with each word he spoke. And I marveled, for everything was directly correspondent or, in the order of who he was. Such was the harmony between himself and those things that revolved around him.
5 I told him I had a tapestry for him to see, that I didn't know what of, to see what he would be willing to pay me. While in my mind I thought I could get five dollars, and sensed this would be his price; we seemed to read each other's thoughts. But as I unrolled it we were both dumbfounded. It was the picture of an Indian chief, in full battle regalia—and it was beautiful! And we both marveled! I started getting greedy at this point, thinking surely it was worth ten dollars (or more), which I then struggled to say. (I don't like to dicker.) But he said he could only afford five dollars and we couldn't come to an agreement. I then awoke from my dream and began to marvel about what it all meant.
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So when the body dies, and consciousness departs, where do "we" go? ... Off to define another "reality" perhaps? 
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