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From:
barbara w.
11/8/2007
7:34 P.M.
hello everyone, just heard from my friend mitzi in oaxaca that phillip(the waterpitcher) was found dead in his apt. Poor guy...anyone who remembers Phillip can recall he was not very popular, but he was a good if peculiar soul. on a higher note..i just baked a fabulous pumpkin cranberry bread from leftover halloween pumpkin. anyone want the recipe? love barbara w.
From:
The Eatons
11/8/2007
8:20 P.M.
Hi--We were sorry to hear that Phillip died--
He use to visit us alot but we hadn't heard
about him in years--We all liked him--when he
changed his name from Phil to Andy or it could
be from Andy to Phil, of course for ever after
he was known as Philandy to all us Eatons--It always
brough a smile to our face when we talked about
Philandy--
Have a good trip Philandy---
From:
Ted
ted@pilger.com
11/9/2007
5:48 A.M.
I remember Philip as "Ananda Govinda" and only found out years later that "Ananda" means "bliss". And, of course, being a true Capricorn, Phil needed that mantra to redesign his innate seriousness. Wishing you total “bliss”, Phillip.
Also knew Philip as "Philip the water-pitcher", a partly affectionate nickname and partly derogatory characterization of his role at sunnyridge. Philip strived for recognition as an important person but when push came to shove, was the one sent to the stream with the water-pitcher to get water during our group gatherings.
Philip was forced to be a humble soul. My personal affection for him was probably due to the openness and compassion that comes with humility. Once, when I was totally tripped out on a psychedelic drug, literally experiencing the fires of hell, there was no one who could look me in the eye or come to my rescue...except for Philip. He was the angel of the downtrodden.
I have a lot of memories of Phil. I will not recount them however because they are all left behind now. Philip, I wish you Godspeed in your journey on the other side. I send my appreciation and respect if that means anything.
You are loved…as all us pathetic souls are deeply loved…way more than our puny minds begrudgingly give the divine credit.
It is interesting, at least to me, that I woke up this morning thinking about death. I prefer the word "translated" rather than "died", "passed away", or the numerous poetic or flippant words we use. "Translation" implies that there are different languages but only one meaning or essence that is trying to be given some kind of form. Hopefully we move from a grosser language to a more sublime when we ourselves translate. Even in our allotted physical life we "translate" from childhood to adolescence to adulthood and finally, as Stan calls it, codger-hood. I know, Philip, that we and especially you at this moment will never be “lost in translation”.
Bye for now…
From:
Ellen Sue
ellensue@pilger.com
11/9/2007
10:13 A.M.
The Sunnyridge experience was a remarkable place of unfoldment for our little family of old soul relationships. We could see every flaw in our natures while we nurtured the beautiful things. No one really knows exactly what was going on inside Philip. He was a pure Soul in costume as a not-so-savvy hippie, like the rest of us. Kisses dear buddy ...
From:
Stan
11/12/2007
11:03 A.M.
phil was an old soul at an early age. When he walked his feet barely touched the ground... always somewhere in the stratosphere... who else but Phil could assume the name Ananda Govinda? He was an old gray god. RIP
From:
Mikey Engem
oldgoate@frontiernet.net
11/14/2007
11:54 P.M.
The last time I saw Phillip was near 1995 I think. He had put a structure together in the rockpile,
close to the road that wound up to Frank McCloskey's cabin. That road was also the easy acess to
Don Yeo's cabin, from below. PAG as I sometimes called him was Up from his Southern American
hideout. He had a number of rugs, Tapestries, Blankets and of course some Mexican Vanilla, which I
always asked for when he made his presence known. PAG would show in Southern Oregon every coupla
years Vending assorted items for sustenance. I beleive he would visit his parent(s) as well on
these outings, and then slide south once again for the land he came to love later in life.
There are still some wooden parts of this structure and the two and a haif rock walls in the
rockpile as well as a coupla beer caps and tiny bits of days gone by.
Being not so good with words as I'd like to be at a time such as this I think I'll just Cosign Stan
K's remark and let it go at that. ________Headin for the light.
From:
Ruby
11/16/2007
12:54 P.M.
I don't remember exactly what year I saw Phillip last. My daughter McKenzie was young enough to find the guatamalan dolls he was selling interesting so I bought a couple...mostly to support the cause. I bought some nice lapis beads too. I am wearing it today in memory of him. He was always kind to me. One morning I woke up to find a tick right in the corner of my new baby's eye (Kahlil, born Sept of 70). I freaked out because it was at a time when I was alone at the claim with 2 little kids. (George went off with some girl named Virginia for a couple months) I went to the cirlcle where the early morning risers were drinking coffee and found that Phillip had experience pulling out ticks. Well he did, he got it out and all was well. The lastest picture of him looks like Keith Carradone. Rest in peace grasshopper.
From:
Ruby
11/17/2007
12:50 P.M.
Whoops, I guess it's David Carradine, not Keith.
From:
aaron
11/20/2007
9:35 A.M.
after the 1st or second winter, befor the newpaltzpeople---it was a hard snowy winter, we had no chainsaw and everyday was a battle for more wood--after that winter, mike and mona and george and debbie and larry and barbara went south to arizona for a spell. after they left, peter and betty also left the claim for a couple of weeks. i remember peter looking at philip and myself saying, keep it going, we'll be back. philipananda was responsible for keeping the claim together at that time. he had an important role at sunnyridge. fun was made of him, he knew it and didnt care. he was a shaman, his medicine was strong. many blessings on your journey my deepbrother......
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