*** TESTOSTERONE TALES Part I ***

This post will be the most fun by humming the tune to the song
Alley Oop by the Hollywood Argyles (circa 1971)

"there's a man in the funny papers we all know
he lived way back along time ago
Chorus: Alley Oop Oop Oop Oop Oop
he glides through the jungle tearin limbs off of trees
knockin great big monsters dead on their knees"
Chorus

Well I guess by virtue of our modern living, we have our own jungle
with its hazards. We no longer glide through trees but travel in
vehicles (except at rush hour when we are stopped). Monsters these
days consist of threats of global recession, wars & overpopulation.

These are actually scarier than the jungle, so lets go back there for a minute so as to remember our caveman roots. Being around nature like
hunting, camping, fishing have a grounding effect which bonds us with
the planet. So lets forget for a second about skyscrapers and
visualize yourself in a tranquil pastoral setting. Feel the breeze
and smell the flowers. I can remember once doing a solstice drumming
& chanting ceremony with an american Indian on top of a Sedona,Az
vortex. Things like that are good for your soul.

Who knows Alley Oop may have been the first green beret. The kind worn
around the scrot--, not on the head. Wearing this gets the libido
going to conquer all those modern monster. To Be Continued

Portions of this post may fall under the realm of copyrighted articles
ESP Project, II, III & IV (1980,82,82 & 98) under the name of Bruce
C. Bennett (www.ddc.com/optimum)