Sleep therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit

Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit

Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit. I have been so fortunate. My family and I spent at least 15 beautiful summers on Oquaga Lake. The entire family got to go with me. I was employed as the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. As a result I have added another profession: That of a working poet. Scott’s is located in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains of New York state. There, I met the presence of a spirit. I call it the Oquaga Spirit. “In the mornings I’d stroll and the spirit would be afloat.” The spirit spoke in poetic verse. The verse was mostly in simple quatrains  in triple meter. A square four or angular two has dominated business, music, dance and poetry. Get ready for a soothing new wave of triple meter. As the spirit states: Return ye to the waltzes of Vienna.  Incidentally, I am currently playing the piano at the Sarasota Crab and Fin on St Armand’s Circle.  See events on DSOworks.com.  Come and listen to me outdoors and enjoy beautiful melodies of  Strauss waltzes.

The Oquaga Spirit Speaks – YouTube

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David Ohrenstein reads excerpts from the book “The Oquaga Spirit Speaks,” the voice of nature and the …

 Sleep Therapy Comes with Feeling Good

So What did the Oquaga Spirit Say About Sleep Therapy?

Sleep Therapy as per the Oquaga Spirit
“Lights on porch and dock, and hotel waterside glitter around the shore. Markers do they provide.”

The spirit’s poem is from the “The Morning lake in July”. I sensed the spirit to be a female American Indian from the Lennie Lenope tribe. They, at one time. lived around the lake. Also, be sure to listen to the free youtube video above of me reciting some of this spirit’s wonderful poems.

The morning lake in July
Has no wrinkles or crinkles.
Its flat facade gently flows
Marked only by a few sprinkles.

Just like a youthful lad
Whose skin is smooth and healthy
Without a care and trouble free
As if he were quite wealthy.

But later in the day,
When the winds begin to blow,
And boats are out by the dozens,
It’s then that age will show.

The next morning with the rising Sun,
The lake is once more new.
Just like us, after a good night’s sleep
We dispel the feeling of blue.

 

Angelic media to paraphrase a great banjo player

Angelic Media to paraphrase a Great Comedian

Angelic Media to paraphrase a Great Comedian. For years I was the piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. I had the privilege  to accompany many comedians. Al Smith was one of my favorites. It was one of my busiest times: Seven days a week I performed the following afternoon and evening schedule:

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Now in the American Museum Banjo Hall of Fame: Banjo player-comedian Al Smith. He could play two banjos at once.
  • 3:30 I played on a showboat sing-a-long that went around Oquaga Lake. Fun,fun,fun!
  • 4:30 I sometimes played the afternoon feature show.
  • 6-7 Elegant music for the dinner hour.
  • 7:30 -9:00 played with The Lake-Shore Four dance band
  • 9-10:30 Played for feature shows. Al Smith was frequently called upon. Audiences loved him.
  • 10:30 until closing: For dancing until everyone dropped.

So What is the Angelic Media All About?

When I worked with Al Smith, I was in awe of his timing of his excellent comic rhythm. During his show, Ray Scott, the owner, would be on the drums. Gary Holdridge, son in law, would play the organ. Al had  funny stories and many one liners. He also would play banjo classics during his act. Included, of course, was Oh Susanna.  One of his  most memorable lines, in my opinion, is: “My wife is an angel….She’s always in the air harping about something.”  Why was this so funny? Because of the double meaning of “harpy”. Its intended meaning had to do with the Greek concept of harpies. In Greek mythology and Roman mythology, a harpy (plural harpiesGreekἅρπυια,[1][2] harpyiapronounced [hárpyi̯a]Latinharpȳia) was a half-human and half-bird personification of storm winds, in Homeric poems.[3]

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Now, How does This Tie into the Angelic Media?

The news, in general, seems to continually harp on a few subjects. They have an obsession with statistics. Here is what the Oquaga Spirit has to say on this fixation. The poem which I quote is from the Oquaga Spirit Speaks.    It  is entitled: News.  The entire book is available as a product on DSOworks.com

Mercury-Hermes ran past
Wearing wing-tipped shoes.
I asked him why he hurried?
He said he carried news.

And so it is with man
Who must be in the know;
News must travel quickly’
Or in the trash it goes.

He dashes to the station
Where it will be broadcast
At the speed of light
To regions remote and vast.

But I just take my time
Walking down the path.
Hermes carries statistics.
I enjoy nature’s math.

 

Roosters also announce the time of the year

Roosters Offer a Sense of the Seasons

Roosters Offer a Sense of the Seasons. First, some important facts about terminology. Mature male chickens less than one year old are called cockerels. The term “rooster” originates in the United States.[1] The term is widely used throughout North America, as well as Australia and New Zealand.[2] The older terms “cock” or “cockerel”, the latter denoting a young cock, are used in the United Kingdom and Ireland.[3]

Cockerel next to the medieval chapel of Lynch  . 
The Tastes and Smells of Autumn was dictated to me by the Oquaga Spirit. Our family spent many summers on Oquaga Lake. I was the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House.  Also my wife, Sharon,  and I did feature shows. On my time off, I’d stroll around this incredible lake. It has a spirit that liked to communicate to me through poetry. As I say in the book that resulted is called, The Oquaga Spirit Speaks: “So much she needed an ear, she ignored my tranquility.” Oquaga Lake is located in the foothills New York’s Catskill Mountains. It is spring fed that stays cool even in the summer.
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Here is a free sample of one of the 80 poems in the book. The entire color -illustrated book is available as a product on DSOworks.com. This roosters poem is entitled: The Smells of Childhood.  Enjoy life.  And oh yes, may the Oquaga Spirit be with you. The lake was once home to the Lennie Lenope tribe of American Indians. They were a branch of the Algonquins.
It’s half past six in the morning
The roosters start their call;
It used to be four-thirty.
But now it’s closer to Fall.
The blackberries have finally ripened,
From green to red to black.
They take their time all summer
And wait ’till Autumn’s back.The berries are the bells of Summer;
Wild strawberries in June
Then raspberries and blueberries.
Blackberries bring the Harvest Moon.Apples have reached full size;
Looking luscious on trees.
Gold and red and green
All sweetening before the freeze.

The acorn and the chestnut,
The pumpkin and the squash
Are readied for the table.
The season’s almost awash.

The baking warmth of kitchen
The smell of apple pie.
Excited chattering children
Can’t wait to give it a try

The smells of childhood remembered
Harken back to Fall
The kitchen congregation,
The festive banquet hall.

With a fresh cup of cider
Just pressed at the mill,
Let’s toast this tasty season
And pies on window sill.

Roosters have something to crow about!
The ice cream parlor at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House. Often apple pie was topped by a scoop of Perry’s Ice Cream.

Grand Poetic Revival is Just Around the Corner!

Grand Poetic Revival is Just Around the Corner! That’s remarkable. Poetry has been hiding for centuries. For example, most Chinese believe that the last time poetry peaked was in the Tang Dynasty.  That ended more than 1100 years ago.   The Golden Age of Russian Poetry is the name traditionally applied by Russian philologists to the first half of the 19th century.[1] It is also called the Age of Pushkin, after its most significant poet (in Nabokov‘s words, the greatest poet this world was blessed with since the time of Shakespeare[2]).  The history of American poetry is also  in rough shape. One example: American poetry published between 1910 and 1945 remains lost in the pages of small circulation political periodicals, particularly the ones on the left, destroyed by librarians during the 1950s McCarthy era.[2] 

Grand Poetic Revival
Russian Poet Alexander Pushkin. 1827. Oil on canvas

So How is A Grand Poetic Revival Just Around the Corner?

Issac Newton stated that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Poetry is a force equal in magnitude and opposite in direction to prose. The second body (poetry) is about to react contrary  to action first body. Given Newton’s Laws (1687), poetry should become popular for a  minimum of a few hundred years:  Note his third law:

Third law:When one body exerts a force on a second body, the second body simultaneously exerts a force equal in magnitude and opposite in direction on the first body. The three laws of motion were first compiled by Isaac Newton in his Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica (Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy), first published in 1687.[4]

A greater percentage of prose has degenerated to colorless “information.” Poetic techniques have flown out of the window with computer technology. Original analogy has all but disappeared. Those that are around are terribly overworked. In my opinion, the worse of the uncolorful current bunch is the word “issues.” To paraphrase Shakespeare, “issues” has “died a thousand deaths.”

I’ve written a book of poetry called The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. After memorizing and practicing reciting the entire book, I am ready to tour. I hope the Oquaga Spirit will be the  herald a new and peaceful age. In the words of the Oquaga Spirit:

We live in an age of information
Well, information is fog.
Incite burns it away
So truth we are able to log.

Peaceful training as per the Oquaga Spirit

Peaceful Training as per the Oquaga Spirit

Peaceful Training as per the Oquaga Spirit. With a wave of a wand, I become a poet. I’ve always just been a composer of music. However, at Oquaga Lake I met a spirit. She loves to dictate poetry to me. This happens no where else. The resort is in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains. It is 25 miles East of Binghamton, New York. US-17 is the road that skirts the resort. Just drive straight up the slope for about 3.5 miles and you’re there.

Peaceful Training was on Oquaga Lake

The Scott family have a huge presence on the lake. I have been in their employment for about 15 non-consecutive years. My first year was 1983. Eventually, the wisdom of the Oquaga Spirit as spoken  will be on this site. Here is one of her poems from that summer of ’83. That year she seemed to have preferred mostly iambic pentameter in quatrains. That translates to 5 beats per measure in groups of four lines. That became my 1st book of Oquaga Lake poetry, entitled, The Book of Balance. Later the spirit used triple meter with rhyme shaped by quatrains. The the result of the triple meter book is The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. It is available as a product on DSOworks.com.

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Home of the Oquaga Spirit at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House

 

 Peaceful Training as per The Oquaga Spirit

Training for a subject means following a system for mastery.
In sports that means specific and proven exercises
Diet must be regulated for strength and endurance.
Athletes need to partake of practice situations.

Playing a musical instrument requires training.
Various technical problems need to be overcome.
Tone production and theory are of great assistance.
Rehearsals are necessary to prepare for the concert.

Studying for an exam necessitates a systematic approach.
Facts should be reviewed on a regular basis.
Primary concepts should be learned before the secondary,
Lists of questions and answers are also helpful.

For nations, training for war has become routine.
People, time and resources are channeled into conflict.
Mankind has come to accept war as a fact of life.
We eat, drink, sleep, and go to war.

The way of war goes back to recorded history.
Even now we still send many to the slaughter of battle.
Should you ask: Is there really an alternative?
I would answer with a question, how many train for peace?

Training for peace also requires diligence.
Departments of Defense and War have become the norm.
But you ask, isn’t war a part of human nature?
No, we always have a choice between the two?

It seems we’ve fallen in efforts for peaceful training;
Even though we have one such world organization.
Everyone knows of the United Nations in New York.
We can also to help peaceful efforts along:

Anyone can practice peace in daily dealings,
And remember the saying: “Love thy neighbor as thyself.”
Good deeds definitively promote the cause of peace.
Conclusion: Peace is paradise for all, and yet. possible.

 

Memory massage is accomplished through poetry

Mind Massage Effected Through Poetry

Mind Massage is effected through poetry.  This is because as physical massage benefits the body; poetry benefits the mind.  In order for this to happen, the poems should be beautiful and uplifting. Numerous articles agree on poetry’s beneficial effects.

Science Shows Something Surprising About Reading Poetry

Regions of the brain linked to memory showed more activity than the general reading network while reading poetry. The world today is dominated “left-brain tyranny,” focusing on details, logic, and metrics. On the other hand, the right-brain focuses on “context, empathy, and the big picture,” according to the award-winning playwright and creative consultant William Ayot. I believe that poetry is as therapeutic for the mind as massage is for the body. By analogy we  say, poetry is the art of massage applied to the mind.

Enter my book of poetry, “The Oquaga Spirit Speaks.” Oquaga Lake is perched almost 2,000 high in the Catskill Mountains. Almost every guest at the Lake House senses an immense spiritual presence around the lake. I became personally acquainted a particular spirit on hikes. In addition to being the house piano player at Scott’s Oquaga Lake House, I often led daily”walks”. One of my favorites was to the peak of Bluestone Mountain. We would trek up to a mountain top quarry. Slabs and slates such in the picture below were everywhere. All would take home a prized piece of Deposit bluestone.  The spirit’s poetry would be added to the hike. Below is her relevant poem:

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mind massage by the poetry of the Oquaga Spirit
A genuine piece of Deposit bluestone inspires Indian art.

Mind Massage at Bluestone Mountain

Bluestone Mountain

A mountain of magical stone.
A giant wall of rock,
Quarried in antiquity
To build an ancient clock.

Shaped into evolving circles
By which lunar cycles were timed
And with it the arc of the Sun
Was harmonized in rhyme.

This mandala, wrought of Bluestone
A mystery yet it be;
Is called by the name Stonehenge
That so many still flock to see.

On a mountain of such stone dwell I,
Next to Oquaga Lake’s shore.
For the harmonious peace all around
It seems like Stonehenge at its core.

Greco-Hebraic Bond Through THis Design

Greco-Hebraic Bond by Number 3168

Greco-Hebraic Bond by Number 3168. This “3168” figure is virtually ubiquitous throughout the ancient world. John Michell discusses 3168 in City of Revelation. Chapter VII is entitled: 3168, the Perimeter of the Temple.  He also discusses how the number ties into measurement. Here is a brief excerpt.

  • 31,680 inches = ½ mile.
  • 31,680 feet = 6 miles
  • 31,680 furlongs (660 feet) = radius of the Earth (3,960 miles).
  • By an ancient science called gematria, the Greeks equated 3168 with “Lord Jesus Christ.” See City of Revelation p.82. This is found in the ancient Greek practice of equating numbers and letters called gematria. Hebrew does the same. So do many ancient languages.
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Greco-Hebraic Bond is Quite Unique

In my featured picture above we have the blueprint and numbers of “the ancient temple plan.” Here we find the Greco-Hebraic bond. This is a source of ancient building. The idea was to draw on the numbers of this blueprint. Whatever units of measure you used didn’t matter. The idea was to draw on the numbers. It could be numbers in shorter Egyptian cubits (1.718 feet) , Palestinian cubits (2.107 feet) , English yards (3 feet) or even megalithic yards (2.72 feet).  Please notice the outer hexagon  numbers 528 on each side. Multiply number 528 by the 6 sides of the hexagon and we have: 528 x 6 = 3168.

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A spirit hovers around pure, spring fed Oquaga Lake

You are probably wondering how or where I discovered this ancient temple plan. I found it on beautiful Oquaga Lake. While I was hiking, the Oquaga Spirit offered me the vision in the featured blog picture. This spirit has became a part of my life. This is true even when I am away from Oquaga Lake. I’ve memorized every poem this spirit has dictated. I recite the poems to myself daily. The result was the poetry book entitled, The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. From the Greco-Hebraic bond to wisdom about number squares, the spirit freely offered knowledge to me. In turn I am sharing her knowledge with you.

 

 

Memory massage is accomplished through poetry

Slower Pace is Needed for Civilization

Slower Pace is Needed for Civilization. Many philosophers agree on this point. Henry David Thoreau stated: The art of simplification dictates a slow pace. Not frantic activity or restless movement: “Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life?” This he stated in Walden. My inspiration for a slower pace was also in the northeast. It happened on Oquaga Lake in Deposit New York. The result was my my book of poetry, The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. I think of her as a sacred spirit that dwells around the lake. The Indian tribe that once lived  there was called the Lennie Lenape. They were a matriarchal tribe. Women made all  key and important decisions.  When a woman got married, she and her husband lived with the bride’s parents. The poem below was dictated to me by the spirit. While I was hiking around the lake, a man sprinted by me. After this happened, the spirit dictated the poem as fast as I could write it down.

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News is one of the some 100 poems dictated to me on Oquaga Lake. The book is available on DSOworks.com

News

Mercury Hermes ran past
Wearing wing-tipped shoes
I asked him why he hurried?
He said he carried news.

And so it is with man
Who must be in the know.
News must travel quickly
Or in the trash it goes.

He dashes to the station
Where it will be broadcast
At the speed of light
To regions remote and vast.

But I just take my time
Walking down the path,
Hermes carries statistics,
I enjoy nature’s math.

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This is part of the road that circles around Oquaga Lake. Hikers, joggers, sprinters all made the approximately 3 mile trek.

Above is a photo of the road that “Mercury Hermes”(a real runner)  was on when he sprinted  by me. In the picture above, the Oquaga Spirit was also on the same road.  As green as the forest is; that’s how blue the lake is on a sunny day.

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The intense, beautiful blue of spring fed Oquaga Lake
Memory massage is accomplished through poetry

Staying Young: The Oquaga Spirit’s Advice

Staying Young: The Oquaga Spirit’s Advice. This spirit dwells around Oquaga Lake. Over 15 years it has communicated its wisdom to me. Her knowledge of Neolithic culture with its  priestly use of number squares is in the process of being posted on a new website. It is called Revivingantiquity.com. Currently it is under construction.  I, David, and Sharon with our creation of musicals, chamber music, opera, and works for symphonic orchestras and concert bands will stay on DSOworks.com  It all takes time- so please be patient. “Rome wasn’t built in a day” applies in this case. It is an adage attesting to the need for time to create great things. It is the usual English translation of a medieval French phrase, «Rome ne fu[t] pas faite toute en un jour», from the collection Li Proverbe au Vilain (published around 1190; reprinted here). The modern French form is «Rome ne s’est pas faite en un jour.»

The Oquaga Spirit Speaks About Staying Young in Her Poem, Never, Never Sit Still

Staying Young on Oquaga Lake According to the Oquaga Spirit.
The Beauty of Oquaga Lake as Viewed  from Scott’s Oquaga Lake House.

Never, Never Sit Still

Be like the wind to renew
Circulate and blow through.
Keeping in motion is youth’s potion.
Never, never sit still.

Air that sits in mass
Stifles and doesn’t pass.
It grows stale and makes one pale.
Never, never sit still.

The swamp decays
On stillborn days.
The stagnant calls for storm.

Keep the heart pumping!
Keep the mind thinking!
Never, never sit still!

For me, the Oquaga Spirit is very real. Everyone who goes to the lake can feel a special spiritual presence. This spirit chooses different ways to communicate with everyone. To most, she “radiates reassuring peace and sensations most sublime.” A few have tried to cross her. An example was a certain night watchman. He made quite a pest of himself. One evening he tumbled down a flight of stairs in Green Gables. He left a heel make over the bannister all the way down. It is still visible. The watchman literally crashed a party that was being held by a dance troup. He quit his job shortly afterwards, never to come back to Oquaga Lake.  Keep checking DSOworks.com for more stories about the spirit. Also soon, start to check out Revivingantiquity.com. A few posts are up.

 

 

Enjoying an Indian summer at Bluestone farm

Indian Summer as Related by the Oquaga Spirit

Indian Summer as Related by the Oquaga Spirit. Oquaga Lake is imbued with a spiritual presence. It is a spring fed lake perched high in the Catkskill mountains. I sensed the spirit was  female and from the Lennie Lenape tribe. This particular tribe was matrilineal. She dictated poetry every summer. Many of my blogs on DSOworks.com  share her wisdom about number squares. Soon I’ll be starting a 2nd website called Reviving Antiquity.com. She taught me about the “grain of mustard seed.” It is the 3 x 3 number square which grows like a luxuriant plant. It is the smallest of number squares.  Yet it grows to infinity. The 3 x 3 square  hides lost number codes. These codes were part of the knowledge once found at the library of Alexandria in Egypt. The poem below is an excerpt from The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. It is a product on DSOworks.

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The matrilineal Lennie Lenape tribe dwelled around Oquaga Lake. They were part of the Indian Algonquin nation. I felt a spiritual presence the entire time we lived by the lake.

My Poem as Dictated by the Spirit Called Indian Summer

Fall blew in today
Overtaking summer.
While summer took her time,
Fall was a quicker runner.

He came with trumpet fanfare
Running on a cool North breeze,
Falling many leaves
Bending branches on trees.

Summer was caught by surprise
By autumn’s sudden sprint
As he whoosed right by her
Brushing her leaves with tint.

Under grey sky cover
With thick and fluffy clouds
This challenger ran right by
To cheering fans and crowds.

But wait, says Summer she,
He cannot keep his pace:
This young impetuous challenger
Thinking to win this race.

Summer, a wise old Indian,
Will wait ’till Fall slows down
Then run as fast as she can
Before he turns around.

She’ll then regain the season
Warming hill and tree,
A beautiful Indian summer
For all of us she’ll be.

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The incredible beauty of Autumn on Oquaga Lake