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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

 

Persevere until you learn the art of canoeing says the Oquaga Spirit.

Persevere is the Advice of the Oquaga Spirit

Persevere is the Advice of the Oquaga Spirit. To persevere is to persist in any undertaking in spite of any difficulty or obstacles. In the featured picture, the kids are challenged to master the art of rowing.  While I summered on Oquaga Lake, I was visited by a spirit. This  happened at Scotts Oquaga Lake House. I sensed she was from the Lennie Lenape tribe: A matriarchal tribe that also lived around the lake. On hikes she would dictate poetry. Today’s feature poem is called “Like a Mountain Be“. It is one of some 80 poems. These poems are assembled in a book entitled, “The Oquaga Spirit Speaks.” I modeled  the title after a classic by Black Elk entitled: “Black Elk Speaks.” My poetry is available as a product on DSOworks.com. On line it can be downloaded for $7.99. An autographed hard copy is $35.00 U.S. dollars. This includes postage. For those who have little extra money, Below I posted a 15 minute free reading. This is  at the entreaty of the Oquaga Spirit,. Also, I her poetry  do presentations for parties and conventions.

The lake is situated on a mountain top in the Catskill Mountains  overlooking Deposit, New York. When you are there, you feel as if  your troubles have disappeared. It has a healing effect that reminds me of the movie, Enchanted April. This  film is about the 15th-century Castello Brown in Portofino.  That is the location of  author von Arnim’s  novel.  The water is drinkable from the lake with minimal purification.

 

Persevere is the Advice of the Oquaga Spirit
Persevere.” Like a Mountain Be” is the poem given to me by an amazing spirit on Oquaga Lake. View is from Scott’s Oquaga Lake House.

Like a Mountain Be- A poem to persevere

It rained for many a day
Before the flood gates stopped.
Down came avalanches of water
From the mountain top.

For days after the deluge
The trickles turned to streams.
Streams gushed even harder
As water came down in reams.

At the top it murmered
At the bottom it roared
From barely audible sounds
To a might thundering sword.

To gain such momentum
From a mountain must you start;
For hills make only spills
On the plains the rain’s just art.

Build yourself daily.
Like a mountain be;
Adding to your substance
And your ability.

So when you make an imprint,
It comes down like a flood
And not just like a puddle
That stands on top of mud.

Keep checking for more poetry from my favorite spirit!

 

Maintaining a sacred calm of mind

News as Reported By the Oquaga Spirit

News as Reported by the Oquaga Spirit. A couple of hiking trails enclose the lake. The smaller just encloses the lake’s perimeters. The larger trail also makes a grand loop on Oquaga Lake Road.  It also encloses Scott”s Lookout Cookout.  On the trail you walk by virgin forest and countless raspberry and blueberry bushes. Two of Scotts golf courses touch the trail. At Lookout Cookout, while you dine on the mountain top to country music performed live by the Scott family, you can enjoy a bird’s eye few of the lake. The road encloses the lake and loops for about four and a half miles. This is home territory for the Oquaga Spirit. One day while walking and communing  with her, a gentleman ran past at a quick pace. As I traversed the road with pen and pad in hand,  I wrote the following rhyme at the entreaty of the spirit.

Mercury-Hermes Delivers News Quickly
Walking on the Loop Around Oquaga Lake, Mercury Hermes ran past.

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 trvel 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.

The Beauty of Oquaga Lake Places it High on the Desirable List

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Scott’s Oquaga Lake House is set up for another memorable wedding. The spirit loves weddings. The sign posted in the picture states: Two families ar becoming one. We ask that you choose a seat and not a side. The spirit, a female Indian from the Lennie Lenape, is a great peace maker. Please read the poetry posted as a product on the front page of DSOworks. If things are tight monetarily, as they are for most, just enjoy the poems blogs. Eventually I will blog about all of them.

 

oquaga spirit seems to really enjoy Halloween

Halloween, A Brightly Lit Moon and Black Cats Dashing By

Halloween, a brightly lit Moon and Black Cats Dashing By. Happy Halloween. Yes, the Oquaga Spirit seems to enjoy Halloween. The Spirit offered me a poem for my book entitled, The Oquaga Spirit Speaks. I call it “Autumn’s Party”. I’ve memorized every poem in the book and daily practice their recitation. My goal is to one day tour the world reciting the poems of this spirit.  I sense she is  from the Lennie Lenape tribe. She would accompany me on my hikes around the mountains. Later I would recite the poems at the public libraries in the Catskills and on group hikes. It’s all part of a book of poetry that the spirit dictated to me over several years. At Scott’s Oquaga Lake House I was the pianist for their occasions for some 15 years, It was there I made the acquaintance of the spirit. The spirit dwells on and around Oquaga Lake located in the scenic Catskill Mountains.

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This is the Home of the Scott Family since 1869- and, the Oquaga Spirit who “ignored my tranquility” as she dictated her poems. Above, from right to left are Michael, Scotty (patriarch), Gary, Michelle, Patty and  majestic matriarch, Doris. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

It Must Be Halloween!

Memorizing poetry is  good for the mind. These poems also offer therapy. They have the ability to keep you happy even in these difficult times. It that way, it seems like the spirit’s poems have a healing quality. They are available on DSOworks.com as a product quite inexpensively.  If you are short on funds, be patient. Eventually they will all  be posted and blogged about, one at the time, for free!

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Oquaga Lake at sundown: “The Lake is like a kaleidoscope whose colors constantly change.”

Autumn’s Party

Autumn’s throwing a party
On a massive scale
With acorns, squash and pumpkins
Wine cider and ale.

Everyone’s preparing-
For that special night-
Ghosts, goblins, witches,
Things that cause a fright.

But, on the darkened evening
In the air is there’s glee,
As children don their costumes
Making revelry.

“Trick or treat’s” the cry
That fills the night time air.
And when you open your doors,
At devils and demons do you stare.

“Boo!” yells a ghost
Barely three feet tall.
“Careful,” you reply
“Or down the stairs you’ll fall.”

The barren, eerie trees
Against a brightly lit Moon…
Back cats dashing by
As overhead bats swoon.

Water a scary party,
Delight in fright it seems.
Orange and black banners?
It must be Halloween!

Make the Oquaga spirit be with you; and, Happy Halloween!   -David.