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I'm a phantasmagorical FREAK extraordinaire!! Wild, baby, wild!!
Veracruz/Oaxaca/Mexico City adventures of February and March 2008/2551
Let’s jump headlong into the world of adventure again
the golden shores of Mexico
invite searchers who seek serenity
to dive into depths of an insatiable sea
if only you can make it through chaotic jungle
to cleansing water on the other side
Veracruz es un estado grande
where people are friendly and have time for you
since no one here is really a stranger
they would be happy to give you the shirt off of their backs
or buy you beer and tequila all night long
(even though you have probably got more money than them)
and you better believe that the next time you come through
you’ll stay at the casa of friends and family
without having to bother with a hotel
Life on the road is a wondrous experience
constantly changing and shifting scenarios
as soon as you think that you’re moving in one direction
Destiny tosses another master plan into the program
the warrior goes to unite with the gypsy tribe
but ends up back with familiar faces and places
in the lovely land of Oaxaca
What could be more meaningful
than to arrive back home
with a warm and tingly feeling
alive within the heart?
Cosmic trickster tribal old ladies
stroll through calles of the ciudad
with an indescribable glimmer of knowledge
behind their shimmering eyes
a sparkle of insanity
merges with ways of ancient wisdom
when one sees behind the illusory façade of the universe
and truly understands the essence of existence
perhaps there is no choice but to go insane
Crazy wise is still both crazy and wise
which can either be a blessing or a curse
the idiots in charge prefer to alienate those with wisdom
while those who are crazy can be locked away forever
please tell me what distinguishes between these two levels
Is it sane to slave every day for a corporation
and drown the senses at night with mass media madness through television?
Is it crazy to live in harmony with the land, plants, and animals
in a simple manner with an elevated consciousness?
Majestic mountain moments
mean that magick is more than possible
anything that can be imagined
is within the realm of occurrence at this altitude
“changes in latitude cause changes in attitude”
higher elevation leads to heightened sensations and situations
People of the Earth connected to sacred soil for millennia
merge with Mother Gaia- now and forever
A trip to Oaxaca brings a unique opportunity to witness life uninhibited by parameters of time. Many of the indigenous population live exactly as they did
500 years ago (with the addition of plastico and autobuses, of course) yet this city has super techno computer geeks who are just as absorbed in the world of
digital dreams as any nerd in Seattle or Tokyo. When we look at these tribal people so connected to the past and then at the endless acolytes of a modern
microchipped cyber universe so attached to the future, we arrive in between at the present moment known as NOW. NOW is a fascinating and beautiful paradox
here in el ciudad de Oaxaca.
There is probably no greater human desire than the urge to explore new territory. Of course, you have the basic biologic urges to eat, drink, sleep, and
procreate but it seems to me that the inspiration to see what is beyond the next horizon through discovery of vivid adventurous realms is the most predominant
need of humanity that does not simply involve our survival.
Many of the greatest people that have ever had the pleasure to breathe air have based their lives on this spirit of adventure and the maddening motivation
to see new places, meet different and unique individuals, and to constantly be involved in a myriad of ever changing experience. As we turn the page of
history to the 21st Century, discovery driven humanity has extended it’s touch to every possible corner of the globe and beyond. From the icy tundra of
Antarctica to the abysmal darkness of the Marietta Trench, we gather knowledge wherever it’s obtainable. In fact, as this moment, there is a space probe
taking photographs as it passes the planet Pluto and leaves our solar system behind for the murky depths of the Milky Way.
This never-ending desire to see that which my eyes have never laid witness to has been reflected in my own life to a magnanimous extent. I left my humble
abode behind in the Eastern United States (along with my wonderful parents and beloved brother) at the age of 19 to hitchhike throughout the American West in
search of a place where the mountains and sky were big and the welcoming smiles were even bigger. When I finally broke free from the poverty of being a low
end wage slave (by becoming a seasonal wildland firefighter) at the age of 27, the first thing that I did was split the country and travel to Central America
by bus, savoring the sights, sounds, and sweet sensations along the way. For my 30th birthday, I expanded my horizons even further by making a voyage to
Thailand, Laos, and Myanmar. Southeast Asia proved to be all that my restless spirit could hope for and then some. Now as I document this yearning for future
exploration from one of my favorite places on Earth (Oaxaca, Mexico), my mind ponders possibilities of future endeavors in such exotic locales as Nepal,
Mongolia, and New Zealand. Who can really tell what the future will hold? Though no one can say for sure, I am confident in my assertion that it will bring
a stream of new adventures that are whimsical, wild, and wonderful. This desire for discovery burning deep down inside of me would not have it any other way.
POWERFUL POETRY FOR THE PYRAMIDS
Standing atop the Pyramid of the Sun
one is in awe of surrounding splendor
ancient knowledge emanates from sacred stone
lessons from another time are waiting to be discovered within these walls
the monkey and the jaguar merged together with a feathered serpent and a butterfly
to become the most important being to ever reign from atop the Pyramid of the Moon
take a glance down the Avenue of the Dead
at what awaits us all when the soul shifts over
these people had such an incredible awareness
regarding the many veils and levels of ethereal existence
and how to walk through doors that separate this world from so many others
with simple ceremony and an act of will
tremendous temples of Teotihuacan
tower over time and all eternity
your legacy has not fallen into ruin
there is meaning in the movement of heavenly bodies
there is magick in the simple living of days
Monte Alban is the beginning and ending point on the map
it is the original Source of culture in the West
and it is where it will all be resolved
feel the trippy tribal mind melt while floating through the clouds
the sight of swirling stars and a surprisingly eclipsed full moon
mixes softly with translucent spirits still at home after a thousand years
we came scrambling up the backside
of a cactus covered cliff
with the wind blowing in our faces like a wild banshee
while hiding from security forces after hours
and somehow wound up on the top of a cosmic Zapotecan zenith
at the peak of a pyramid in the center of it all
smack dab in the middle of the magestic magick that is Monte Alban
what a wonderful moment to be alive and aware!!
I can only describe the sensation as being quite bittersweet as we return to the United States following a fabulous month of adventures South
of the Border. On the one hand, I hate to leave behind this sunny paradise filled with friendly people and a fascinating history. On the other hand,
it always feels good to return to my cozy Pacific Northwest home and the familiar faces and places that I know and love so well. I am just so happy that
I live in Portland, Oregon and the home that I’m returning to is hip, naturally beautiful, and filled with fun and excitement (even if it is cold and extremely
soggy this time of year). If I had to return to some other part of the States that wasn’t surrounded by gorgeous wilderness, an incredible music scene, and
unbelievable ganja, then I would probably throw my return plane ticket in the garbage and become an illegal Mexican immigrant once again. However, I would
like to extend a warm “Muchas Gracias” to all of the kind folks of Mexico (especially Oaxaca) for the unbelievable hospitality that they have heaped upon
me. The uptight fucking gringos of the USA could stand to learn quite a few things from our neighbors to the South about acceptance and congeniality. For
some strange reason, I feel more at home among the poor indigenous tribes of the developing world than I do among self-important/self-righteous well-to-do
asshole whiteys from the States and Europe, which is why I have had some of the best times of my life in Central America and Southeast Asia even though I have
only spent 14 months out of the country and over 31 years here at home in the “First World”. As usual, my time among the pyramids and powerful people deeply
connected to the land has charged me up psychically and had a profound lasting effect. The synapses of my brain feel as if they have been thoroughly cleansed.
Cobwebs within my soul have been swept away and I am ready to continue the work of the Rainbow Warrior in this tainted land of the damned. The evil
corporate mass media machine fueled by the maniacal megalomaniacs in charge must be crushed in the name of the Spirit of Creation. Look out United Sadists of
America, Flow Baby is back in town and his mind is set on a mission. I will not be denied this time around!!
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Greetings Cyber Universe!! We made it back alive from a fabulous month in remote and rugged southern Mexico with only a mild case of the shits and some bed bugs!! Actually, we had a mind blowing time exploring pyramids, jungles, hiking in the gorgeous mountains, grooving on hip urban scenes, and swimming in the pulsating Pacific!! Read all about it under the Veracruz/Oaxaca/Mexico City section of my travelogue blog! Post a comment and let me know whatz up in your world!
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Howdy folks! I thought that since so many of my friends have kids now I would post these fairy tales online as something to read the little ones before bed. I think that these would be optimal for the smarter five to ten year old crowd and if your kid isn't smart yet he or she will be after hearing these! I have written four installments thus far and more will be on the way soon. Check back often to see if the latest chapter has arrived yet! I'm sure you'll want to know what happens next to the lovely Appophylite so stay tuned for the fun!!! much love
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ADVENTURES IN THE ENCHANTED FOREST (for an Opalized Tuesday)
I. THROUGH THE BUBBLE
Once upon a time in a place that is very far away, there was a land that is very different from our world and anything that we know. Since this land lies
deep in the heart of ancient towering trees and meandering mountains, it was known by it’s inhabitants as The Enchanted Forest. This land was a very
magickal place and was inhabited by many magickal beings, the most spectacular and unique of which were called faeries. Our tale revolves around one of the
most spectacular and unique of all faeries with the lovely name of Appophylite.
Appophylite was a very beautiful faerie indeed. With her long blonde shimmering hair, crystal blue eyes as deep as your soul, and graceful sparkling
wings; she was truly a magnificent creature. Of course, all of the other beings in The Enchanted Forest were aware of her splendor and being a very kind and
gentle lot, they were not jealous. On the contrary, the many faeries, pixies, and elves were in awe of the simple stunning beauty of the one known as Appophylite.
Our tale begins on a lovely morning in The Enchanted Forest. Appophylite flitted her way through the lush greenery. Her graceful wings emblazoned with
ornate design moved her along delicately as she took in the sights. She flew very close to the forest floor and the nearby rushing mountain stream so that she
could absorb all of the beauty. A pixie shouted greetings towards her from its’ bed nestled amongst purple ferns such as you and I have never seen before
because like so many of the magickal things in The Enchanted Forest; they simply do not exist in our world. “Good morning, Appophylite”, the creatures of the
forest chanted. Appophylite beamed her radiant smile down from above them and replied, “Good morning, my lovelies. What a beautiful day to be alive!” She
drifted along past luscious water cascading over moss covered stones beneath towering magnificent trees with leaves as white as snow. For a while, she joined
a cluster of flutterbys in flight (creatures similar to what we know as butterflys) who were graced by her presence. When they reached a fork in the stream,
the flutterbys went one direction while Appophylite took the other. “Goodbye sweet Appophylite”, they chimed. “Farewell, my friends” she replied as she
drifted away on the breeze.
At this point in our tale, I should mention the magickal portal known as The Bubble that exists in The Enchanted Forest. The Bubble is a wavering
translucent gateway between that world of enchantment and our own, which is nestled on the far edge of the forest. Rumor has it that no one has
ever crossed through the portal due to fear that a return trip is not possible. Another reason that no one has ever passed from The Enchanted Forest to our
world is that from the forest side of The Bubble, our world looks so unattractive. All that is visible through the hazy waviness are large metal objects
whizzing around at insane speeds. Also, if you put your ear really close to the bubble, the most obnoxious screeching and honking noises are audible. This
noise pollution is such an utter contrast to the serenity of The Enchanted Forest that it would alleviate the curiosity of most ordinary elves, pixies, or
faeries. By now you know, that the one known as Appophylite was anything but ordinary. Either by destiny or circumstance, her flight path led to The Bubble
on this whimsical day. Thus this narrative becomes a bit less whimsical when Appophylite made the decision to break on through to the other side.
The beautiful faeries’ flight brought her to that remote edge of the forest quite by accident. After floating above a patch of vibrantly colored
spotted mushrooms, she turned her attention to The Bubble. This was only the second time that she had ever seen The Bubble. On the first occasion, she had
been with her mother, the great faerie queen Magdalena who had wisely informed her not to go anywhere near it. Since she was alone this time and without that
maternal guidance, Appophylite decided to fly very close to the strange portal and investigate. The bizarre sights and sounds took her aback yet
she was still somehow intrigued. Thus it was the same spirit of adventure that dominated her life that caused her to flutter her wings and venture to where
no faerie had gone before.
Her first thought in our world was that she was very happy that she could fly for had she been on the ground, she would have surely been squashed like a
bug. These large rolling metal objects moved by everywhere at extremely fast speeds. She noticed that most of them were yellow but some were different colors
as well. Her mind was overrun with stimuli due to the extremely hectic surroundings. Instead of lush natural beauty, she saw miles of stone buildings,
concrete, and pavement. People scurried about in their busy dismissive manner, oblivious to the mystical visitor from another world. She glanced at a sign
that said “Times Square, New York City”, which of course, meant nothing to her. Her immediate reaction was to turn back and return to the beauty of The
Enchanted Forest but The Bubble seemed to fade and waver on this side almost to the point of invisibility. So she explored this new place and was none too
impressed. She made attempts at conversation with some pigeons that just ignored her as they poked through the garbage. She was about to lie down on a bench
and cry when she spotted a green and lush place in the distance. As she flew above a sign that stated “Central Park”, her mood lifted considerably. Even
though this wasn’t as nice as her home in The Enchanted Forest, it was still especially remarkable in contrast to the surrounding ugliness. Her day was quite
wonderous and different in that she saw a whole new world that was anything but perfect yet was filled with the depth of creation and was somehow meant to be.
Appophylite searched for fellow faeries for some time to no avail yet she watched with calm contentment as the sun slipped from the sky. She had no idea
of the insanity of New York City night that was to follow.
This little feminine fantastic creature briefly befriended a gentleman named Lou but quickly parted ways when he accidentally poured some retched liquid
known as Thunder Bird on her head while attempting to give her a sip. As she flew away, he shouted, “Stinking faeries, you’re just like the aliens!” It was
with some trepidation that she left behind the natural sanctuary of the park and returned to the chaotic concrete jungle. She would not have gone had it not
been for some colorful flashing lights and hypnotic music that seemed to lure her in. She whizzed right by the doorman that was attempting to take money on
the steps of a dance club. She had to find out where this wonderful music was coming from. It reminded her of the tribal soundtrack at ceremonies she had
witnessed back in the forest. The doorman just blinked and looked around wildly as if he might be experiencing some hallucination as she buzzed by. When
Appophylite saw the bumping and sweating bodies moving on the dance floor to the psychedelic primal music, she realized that perhaps there were some redeeming
factors to this strange reality after all. Fantastic flashing kaleidoscopic lights seemed to soothe her as she grooved to the pounding rhythms. Most of the
participants did not seem to notice her perhaps because they were all totally absorbed with their own movements. However, she did strike up a conversation
with one rather tall and dapper young fellow who didn’t seem to find a six inch fairy floating above the dance floor to be at all peculiar. He had the
interesting name of Stream Shifter and the two made such a connection that they even shared a beautiful dance. I’m sure that any onlookers must have found
this special dance to be quite a spectacle considering the dramatic size difference between the two. So she danced and mingled the night away until she was
very tired. When she started thinking of her cozy little home in The Enchanted Forest, homesickness began to overwhelm her. She was a little sad as she
fluttered away from the club and down the barren empty streets. The only place that she could think of going was back to that tranquil wooded area where she
had spent most of the day. She hoped that all of the lunatics had gone to sleep by now. Appophylite was en route there when she saw an open window and
decided to explore. She saw a sign on the wall inside that said “Waldorf Astoria Penthouse Suite” along with a fabulous gigantic bed. Her beautiful face was
only on the pillow for a moment when she drifted into a very deep and satisfying slumber.
TO BE CONTINUED...
II. ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK
The precious little fairy known as Appophylite awoke with only one thing on her mind. She had to get back to The Enchanted Forest at once. By now, Magdalena had undoubtedly noticed her absence and had alerted all of the other forest creatures. Appophylite could picture all of the pixies, faeries, and
elves scouring The Enchanted Forest for her with frantic concern. Even though she had enjoyed her night of dancing and the luxurious accommodations greatly, that goofy little girl in Oz named Dorothy had said it best, “There’s no place like home.” Especially when home happened to be somewhere as delightful as The Enchanted Forest. Also, she was starting to get very hungry for some of the magickal sunflower nectar that keeps faeries alive. Unfortunately, she had not noticed any gigantic rainbow colored sunflowers to feed on in this strange world. So she fluttered through the window of the Waldorf Astoria and back into the bright New York City day without so much as leaving a tip for the housekeepers. After all, how much trouble is it to remove a six-inch faerie impression from a pillow?
She knew that her first course of action should be to return to that chaotic place known as “Times Square” and attempt to relocate this side of The Bubble. It only stood to reason that her exit point from this bizarre reality would be at the same location as her point of entry. She made a few wrong turns on the way but finally found that hectic spot with all of the crazy colors and big metal objects rolling everywhere. As she was soaring up Fifth Avenue, she could make out a weird wavering haziness in the air. There it was, The Bubble! ‘Thank goodness!’ she thought as she adjusted her wings to head directly towards it. She vowed that she would not let curiosity get the best of her again and that from now on, she would happily remain at her tranquil forest home. She was just thinking of how good that rainbow nectar was going to taste which caused her tiny stomach to rumble mightily, when she experienced a sensation similar to running into a brick wall. Instead of going through The Bubble, she seemed to slide down it. The impact was so heavy that it almost knocked her into unconsciousness. ‘What is this?’ she wondered. Her eyes darted around with dazed concern. This was not her lush and tranquil home. The obnoxious noises and homicidal machines were still there. Something had gone wrong. Could there be some truth to the horrible rumor that The Bubble only provided a one-way trip and that she was now stuck here forever? This thought was so appalling that she quickly regrouped from the pain and dizziness and backed up for another shot at it. She hit the Bubble flying a bit slower this time but the results were still the same. All that she got for all of her efforts was a headache and a major let down. The Bubble seemed to be rock solid now. Instead of sucking her in, it was repelling her. This was far too much for the weary mind of the whimsical one known as Appophylite. She was experiencing the first real crisis of her life. Oh, why had she not listened to her mother who had told her in no uncertain terms to stay away from The Bubble? If only she could be given another chance, she would not act so hastily again. She made a third and final attempt at breaking through to no avail. What could she do now? She was just settling down on a bench with tears filling her eyes when suddenly a pigeon stopped pecking at a garbage can long enough to speak to her.
What’s the matter, toots?” the pigeon questioned. “I saw you moping around here yesterday and wondered then what your problem was.” “Oh, you don’t care”, Appophylite responded. “I already tried talking to some of your kind but all that they did was ignore me.” “Well, don’t take it personally, babe”, the macho sounding bird replied. “Nobody in New York talks to strangers. That has been ingrained in all of us since birth.” “New York?” Appophylite asked, “Is that what this retched place is called?” The soiled bird appeared to be offended by the question. “Now hold on a second there, missy. It’s a heck of a lot better than Hoboken. Where are you from anyway?” “The Enchanted Forest”, she explained. “It’s a magickal place filled with elves, pixies, and faeries.”
“Oh, you mean that drag queen club down in the Village. No wonder you’re wearing that pink tutu…” Appophylite politely interrupted, “No, no, you have got it all wrong. I live in a tree house high up in The Enchanted Forest. It’s a beautiful place full of magickal creatures and…” Now it was the feisty pigeon’s turn to interrupt. “Okay, yeah. I’ve heard all about it before. A little green guy down in the park mentioned it. I thought that all of that cheap wine had just gone to his head but maybe there’s something to it.” She perked up at once upon hearing this. “A little green guy, you say? That sounds like an elf. Where did you hear of The Enchanted Forest?” The animated pigeon exclaimed, “I heard it all from that little guy in Central Park with the pointy ears! He lives under a bush near the Imagine monument over by Strawberry Fields.” She was off the bench and into flight very quickly. “Which way?” she questioned. The pigeon pointed his beak towards the trees a few blocks up. “Go into the park and take a left”, he shouted. “Good luck, toots!” “Thank you. Oh, thank you,” she said as she briskly flew off in that direction.
It did not take her long to locate the monument and the Strawberry Fields section of the park. However, it was mostly by luck that she spotted the little green elf after only circling a few times. He just happened to stagger out from beneath his bush to relieve himself just as Appophylite soared overhead. Even before she got too close to him, she could tell that he was a real elf and had to be from The Enchanted Forest. His dark green complexion and pointy ears were unmistakable. As she landed by his bush, he shouted, “Well jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, if it isn’t a faerie straight from The Enchanted Forest and my, my, my- a very beautiful one at that!” “Why, thank you”, she said. “My name is Appophylite. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” He introduced himself as Ernie the Elf and explained that he had been in New York for several years now. He had decided to take off through The Bubble and leave the forest following a particularly bad squabble with his wife, Edna. “That elf woman could drive anyone out of his mind!” he explained. “If she ran out of things to complain about, she would just make something up!” “I’m sorry to hear that”, the faerie said in an attempt to console him. “Don’t be!” Ernie shouted. “I would rather spend the rest of my days under this bush than to ever lay eyes on that wench again!” Once she had calmed the rambunctious elf down a bit, she explained her dilemma to him. “So you see”, she concluded, “I’m stuck here in this crazy place and all that I want is to see my mother and get back to The Enchanted Forest.” He pondered this for a moment and said, “Well, dear, as far as I can see, there’s only one way out of this. You’ll never be able to cross through The Bubble alone. You have to take someone from this side with you and they have to go willingly. If you try to trick them into it, it won’t work.” Appophylite absorbed this newfound knowledge and then presented her most alluring smile. “Won’t you come back to the Enchanted Forest with me, Ernie? I would be most grateful.” He did not even let the words completely leave her lovely little lips before he shouted, “Absolutely not! I told you that I never wanted to see that Edna again. I can only imagine all of the complaining that she would do over my disappearance. Besides, I get my kicks now drinking this stuff called Thunderbird. My buddy Lou should be by with some any minute. You can’t even get that stuff in The Enchanted Forest! I am sorry but it’s out of the question. You’ll just have to find someone else!” So with a tear in the corner of her tiny azure tinted eye, she set out to do just that.
At this point, dear friends, a very beautiful thing happened. Something for which Appohylite would be eternally thankful. She tried to persuade a few squirrels to make the trip with her but they just looked at her like she was crazy. She was about to return to the Waldorf Astoria and another night of hungry luxurious slumber when she encountered someone she knew. Standing alone in a grassy green field at the edge of the park, she recognized a tall figure dressed entirely in white from the previous evening. He performed very slow and graceful movements in what appeared to be a solo dance with the cosmos. It was the mystical man named Stream Shifter. He was certainly the one whom she had shared the greatest connection with in this bizarre reality. Perhaps he could help her. She hated to disrupt his meditative gestures but she could not contain her excitement at the possibility of an ally so she floated over in his direction.
As she fluttered up near his eye level, Stream parted his lids and tossed a wink at Appophylite. “I’m sorry to interrupt you” she said “but I need some advice.” “It’s okay”, he stated. “I’m just finishing my Tai Chi practice. What’s going on?” So our fanciful faerie friend explained the situation to the human known as Stream. She was extremely surprised at how quickly he acquiesced and agreed to accompany her through The Bubble and back to The Enchanted Forest. She had a sudden recollection of Ernie the Elf telling her that whoever went back with her must be completely willing or she would not be able to pass through. “I should warn you”, she said. “You may not be able to come back once we pass through The Bubble.” He murmured something that she did not understand about how that was okay since he had just maxed out his Master Card but he was definitely in agreement. I must tell you that the two made quite a pair strolling down Fifth Avenue together. Stream Shifter looked impeccable in his long white flowing outfit with a beautiful fairy hovering beside him.
When they reached The Bubble, little Appophylite crossed her fingers and muttered a silent prayer. She was ecstatic when she felt that strange sensation and knew that the crossover would be effective this time. The two transdimensional travelers shared a smile as the swirling vortex sucked them in. Stream Shifter looked down in awe at his colorfully vibrant eight-inch winged body. He was astounded at his newfound ability to fly. Appophylite gestured around them at the splendor of The Enchanted Forest. Following only two days away, the surroundings seemed fresh and new to her as well. Lush mosses and lichens covered everything in sight. A spectacular diversity of colors was on display all around them. They flew together beneath a gigantic old growth tree as Appophylite said, “Oh thank you so much, Stream Shifter. You have given my wonderful world back to me.” Her beautiful blue eyes locked into his dazzling green ones and their two winged bodies merged in the air. They shared a simple and passionate kiss as all of the life in The Enchanted Forest welcomed them home.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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I just want to let everyone know that all four of the blogs below are works in progress and that I'm updating them as inspiration (and the need) arises so check the bottom of each section to see if new material has been posted. I'm gonna come up with a new method (writing the date/marking each one) someday soon so be patient and bask in the fluidity of words in motion! Much Love
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SPINNING off into the world of adventure
the Road Dog knows that wherever he goes
he will find the thrill of spontaneous cycles
random sequences of pleasure and pain
mold the personality and develop the mind
moments never to be forgotten on highways and freight trains
constant stimuli NOW make it easier to sit still later
gospel truth according to a vagabond extraordinaire
where will the road lead the ecstatic searcher??
when will these tired feet know a moment of rest?
It’s so easy to sit back at the crib
and remember days gone by
filled with travel and turmoil
a glance out the window from a palace of comfort
at the cold Northwest rain falling
memories of hobo hardships endured by intense nomads
commited to extreme experience
obsessed with the concept of perpetual motion
I recall hitchhiking down Interstate 40 during the mid 90s
out in not so friendly piedmont Carolina
and being stuck at a truckstop overnight
Those macho truckers read some anti-military sharpie slogans
that were scribbled on my green army duffel bag
and became rather overtly pissed-off
so I left the establishment out of concern for my safety
quietly camping in a nearby pine forest
with a small monk fire by a pond
eating noodles while anticipating another day of fluid existence
ROLL
move forward
cover some asphalt before the sun goes down
between the drifter and sacred ground
city madness awaits millennial warriors
when we arrive at our destination
we shall determine a new destination
children of the road unite in a love of wine, women, and song
got to go NOW while the day is long
modern mobile tribes of lunatic neo-gypsies
like to live the Ultimate Party
just try not to get your ass killed out there
The Kid came down with those Jack Kerouac dharma bum blues
which can be the thing to do when you got no money in your pocket
and all of your hometown friends are a bunch of losers
One day he figured out it was easier to thumb a ride across the state with strangers
than to get his “best friends” to pick him up from the other side of town
hitchhiking is hip when you want to leave the wage slave trip behind
random highway rides sometimes like to provide tips
for an inspired traveler well versed in the art of stimulating conversation
he usually didn’t even have to ask for anything
good people just came to like the personable youth quickly and wanted to help the mission
a Colorado lawyer in a Mercedes once kicked The Kid a 50
the day after he lost all of his $ and gear when it blew off the roof of a Volkswagen
no one noticed for half a stoned hour at 85 miles per
he and his best road dog staggered along for over 10 miles
sweaty hours spent searching ditches in that unbelievably hot Kansas sunshine
Free weed, meals and trips to driver’s homes were not uncommon
Occasional hot sex certainly sweetened the deal
In these absurd and dismal days of modern technocratic madness,
The Vagabond Kid found something to do
There is nothing in this life
quite like getting up off your ass and doing something
why not test experience
to obtain new levels
beyond the Reality Meter??
Explore further options of exactly what is possible
Sometimes when I relate true stories to people
they just look at me with a dumbfounded expression
and I can tell that they think that I’m lying
because their narrow minds cannot even fathom
the potentiality of road chaos that occurs
when one plunges headlong into these spontaneous cycles
the following anecdote is just another case in point…
On one occasion
TWELVE of us
were hitchhiking together
in the middle of the night
down the mean city streets of Washington DC
with a full shopping cart
when a couple of kind concerned citizens
(rolling on ecstasy)
pulled over in their tiny pick up truck
to give us a ride
we loaded the heavy ass shopping cart
into the back of this little Datsun
and somehow positioned ourselves
in a haphazard melee of human bodies
the owners of the truck
drove us across town
with electronic music blasting
and their windows rolled up
so they didn’t even smell
the aroma of rubber
burning off of their tires
due to well over a ton of cargo
we weaved through insane inner city AM prostitution traffic
and were all excited to witness
congressmen and senators
soliciting sexy chocolate hookers
from behind the wheels of their big black Lincolns
marked with US Government plates, no less
of course, the best part was our safe and timely arrival
at the broken down school bus in the ghetto
that "UNITING SPIRITS" called home
the sound of streaming speeding cars
hauling ass down never ending highway
resonates through the drifter’s dreams
along with images of asphalt
painted white and yellow lines
big black smoke clouds of smog
spewing from metal diesel beasts
there is such a freedom
implicit with movement
that cannot be obtained
through any other method
neither sex, drugs, or Jesus
can match the feeling of going
anywhere on a whim
wherever a restless spirit desires
the Wheel of Illusion makes it’s way around once more
bringing you back to the same beautiful faces and places
always crossing bridges between future memories
Reality is that much more lucid
when you’re on the move
making your way through
a series of sequences
The Holographic Universe
of past and future memories
bombards a body in motion
when I arrive in a place
after having not been there for some time
I can suddenly recall
vivid instances of Eternity
specific to that geographic location
that I thought I would never remember again
Late night farts smell like stank rotten ass
I thought fish eggs were supposed to be gourmet
the stench of my own gas makes me want to vomit
just what I fucking need alright…
…Puke on the carpet at 3:20AM
call this the chinaski page
where you can just write any old insane inanity that you want to
no need to worry about artistic merit or class
with a title like “stank rotten ass farts”
anything goes on this page in the middle of the night
so fuck you Flow Baby
fuck your cosmic consciousness/save the planet/psychedelic bullshit
go get a fucking bottle of whiskey
chug that bitch and then tell me about the sacred value of life itself
the Insomniac’s thought stream leads to some pretty weird places
but you’re gonna have to deal with it Stream Shifter
go kill the president if you’re too lame to handle it
burn down a strip mall and do Oregon a favor
Television is the ultimate brain drain
even when you’re tuned in to the “good shit”
Big Brother is not only watching you from inside
He is laughing his ass off from outside
as control of your precious time is manipulated
modern human beings have been conditioned
to enter into a bizarre technosleep state
when our eyes are positioned in front of a flickering screen
as Orwell would poignantly say
***WAKE UP and rage***
smell the coffee bitch
inhale the roses laced with hallucinogenic dust
there’s nothing like a hit of DMT in the morning
FEAR is the force that holds you in place
the Conspiracy gets it’s rocks off on the fear of the masses
shape shifting Reptilians thrive on our endless anxiety
It’s not just the government and the corporations that are in on this either
the current Pope is a Doppelganger for the evil Emperor on Star Wars
mass media would like nothing more than to control
every thought pattern established within your brain
every dollar that you spend at the grocery store
I can tell that they want to kill me from the rotten fish egg stank ass farts
They started with the water supply but they have moved on to food
Welcome to the Other Side of the Force
MY GOD…
You will pay to have your mind controlled
Dollars and Souls are bought and sold
Don’t ever forget to do what you’re told
Pay out the ass for healthcare when you get old
Try not to breathe the motherfucking mold
You will pay to have your mind controlled
addiction is an ugly beast
that lurks within the soul of humanity
bad habits are hard to drop
so we become slaves
with an attempt to numb the mind
sometimes we rush insanely to clean the slate
in such a hurry to put our bodies back into the ground
Dollars and Souls are bought and sold
mass media advertising
has overtaken a nation
that was once a bit more sensible
now it’s run down to the mall
and buy all of the bullshit that you can
it’s okay to feed your children
cheap worthless food
as long as they’re dressed in designer apparel
there’s nothing like fucking over Africa to get your bling on
Don’t ever forget to do what you’re told
Uncle Scam won’t stand for it
and neither will Jesus
have those tax forms in by April 15th
or they’ll peel your gonads
like a couple of grapes
and if your priest
catches you enjoying
straight adult consensual sex
you know that he is gonna be pissed
Pay out the ass for healthcare when you get old
and for every other moment
that you spend alive
on insurance company time
it’s the biggest scam
of the modern age
more sinister than even
oil and Scientology
pharmaceutical companies
are the most evil pushers
of all time
I’m sure that the Canadians are going to love me
when I go up there so that they can pay for me to die
Try not to breathe the motherfucking mold
we have enough problems here
in this cold soggy wet ass Pacific Northwest
without microscopic particles
waging an all out war
in our lungs and sinus passages
orchestrating a major attack
on the fragile human organism
better to saturate walls and floors with Clorox bleach
and kick the bucket due to carcinogens instead
…IT FEELS GOOD TO RANT SOMETIMES!!
You know what really sucks?
Washing dishes when you’re drunk!
Can’t I hire somebody to deal with dish-pan hands
while I drink beer and observe??
Some people say that weed causes lack of motivation
but for me that comes from alcohol
when I smoke I like to go out hiking
to run around and have fun
booze makes me disinterested
in the universe out there
I’d rather sit on the couch and get wasted
or do something rowdy and piss everybody off
I represent the FREAKIFICATION of your neighborhood
an Insane Brain has arrived
just in time to blow your mind
Are you gonna get your rocks off
when a lunatic strolls up your block?
Word up straight from the underground
something smells funny in this town
I got to hit some of this nasty fruity shit
just to cover up the funk!
we’re all victims of a prefab universe
this SYSTEM of society
is reeling so out of control
that no one is immune to the evil actions
of the Modern Mass Media Machine
where do we draw the lines
and give up this convenient numbing of the mind??
when do we unplug the beast
that is fueled by our own insecurities??
Life is interesting, to say the least
for an idiot with an addictive personality
leaping from obsession to compulsion
enjoying an attention deficit disorder
without bothering to take the Ritalin
That is just a matter of opinion
and as we all know
they’re just like assholes
since everybody has got one that’s dirty and stinks
So 2012 AD is coming down the line
faster than a motherfucker
and we all better get our shit in order
for a one way excursion into the heart of oblivion!
This is the friendly paranoia-increasing reminder
that I received this morning
via the Legend of Nash County, You Tube, The History Channel
(sounds like a complicated transaction, doesn’t it?)
and fucking lame ass My Space.com
I have always preferred to believe
that all of the big hype over December 21, 2012AD
came from the fact that a galactic harmonization beam
would be emitted from the center of our Milky Way
and that all of those minds and spirits
which are in an advanced state of awareness
would make some sort of grand cosmic leap together
but according to the Hopi, the Mayans, Nostradamus, and Edgar Cayce
(along with the Legend of Nash County, You Tube, and The History Channel)
a massive polar shift is going to tear the planet apart
and Armageddon will be falling down on all of our stupid human heads!
Now which would you hold in higher esteem
the opinion of a perpetually optimistic pothead
or that of ancient tribal cultures and psychic experts?
I thought so!
We’re fucked!
I knew I should have just stuck with tribe.net!
Fucking Rupert Murdoch is out to get me!
“In the United States, they love life.
In our world, we love death.
That is the difference between the USA and the Arab world.” Osama Bin Laden
My, isn’t it pleasant to endlessly consume
within crazy consumption culture
while over half the world starves to death
just in time for the holidays?
How insane is it that most citizens
of the technocratic industrial “First World”
don’t have a fucking clue just how good they’ve got it?
Inner city ghetto projects
in the United States
seem luxurious in comparison
to the living conditions
of most human beings
on the planet!
Only the most dedicated writers
compose lines while on the toilet
I haven’t even had my morning coffee
yet I scribble insanity
while taking a shit
pinching off a massive literary loaf
foregoing mud butt and the squirts
for whimsical word flow
through innovative inspiration
there’s nothing like creative backsplash on the backside
when you get it just right
in a fabulous excretory instant like this
If only the Muse could bring me another roll of Charmin!
“My life sucks so enjoy yours!”- graffiti on park bench
What a lame fucking excuse to say
that it’s so hard to stand up and make a difference today
against so much main stream adversity
from a fucking lame ass society with no excuses
how much shit
can they shovel down our throats
until we puke directly into the monster’s face?
Why de we choose to watch reality drift by
while we numb our minds and souls
to the significance of it all?
Being alive in the 21st Century
provides the opportunity to experience
existence at every potential level
It is now possible for every being
to discover the full spectrum of eternally changing experience
from the depths of depravity and need for redemption
to the pinnacle of ecstatic sensual seduction
it’s common knowledge that this sequence of moments
always floats forth from an Infinite Source
wake up and realize that we can do anything-
nothing is impossible in this instant!
Smoking hashish and chasing giants houseflies around the room
barefoot and crazy
an absurdist’s bizarre dance
alone in the kitchen
house sitting for a friend in Vegas
putting the little fuckers out of their misery
even though I study Buddha
this is not the Buddhist way
to relish in the killing of flies
but these bastards have really got to go
in honor of Siddartha Gautama
I just caught the last one in my hand
and released it into the backyard
rather than squishing it’s guts with cardboard
and maniacally chuckling at the fact
Jack Kerouac contemplated suicide
for the guilt over killing a mouse on Desolation Peak
-this is the same asshole who drank himself to death
with Thunderbird at the age of 47!
What ever happened to Rimbaud and Baudelaire?
teenage angst filled hash dreams dazzle the heart and mind
Who gives a shit about the French anymore?
this blind idiotic way of thinking
has excluded all pacifists from being cool
since Nationalism is suddenly so en vogue
Eat your freedom fries and remember that
Mohandas Gandhi disapproved of hamburgers and abortions!
So Flow Baby returns to work
for legitimate wages “under the table”
this table doesn’t seem to have any legs left on it!
how low can we go?
to get by and try to keep the marvelous masses this HIGH
no need to worry about when we die
THE MOMENT IS NOW
as the pencil’s graphite attests
it could all slip away into nothingness
erased by invisibility in the blink of an eye
yet somehow it all manages to maintain revelatory REALITY!
…35% THC perhaps…
Obtrusive flashbacks to the evil elbow biters of EwOaxaca
pinche’ fucking insectos
consider this poor white boy
to be a gourmet delicacy down here
when I told you about Sandflies of Zipolite
and Sandfleas on Caye Caulker;
did I happen to mention the Hip Crip’s sadistic blanket bugs in San Mateo del Rio Hondo?
my girlfriend’s lovely ass looks like a berserk game of connect the dots
and goddamn, my ankles are itching!
Take care of yourself, kiddies
otherwise you’ll end up like me
teeth rotting out of your head when you’re 30 years old
lascerated liver looking like leftovers from last night’s forgotten meal in limbo
but hey, creators will do anything for art
still you’ve got to get smart
when you start
to slip off the edge into utter oblivion
there is only so long that you can stay underwater
eventually you better get your ass up for some air
Q: What would lead an individual to willingly walk through the stunning Sierra Madre del Sur 20 kilometers straight downhill with a ridiculous amount of gear on his back just to sleep for an itchy night in the beautiful bug filled jungle and wake up early the next morning to hike and hike 20 kilometers through those same majestic mountains straight uphill just to fall down on the ground and feel an incredible amount of soreness and pain along with delirium in the brain and vivid flashes of meaningful movement and unbelievable imagery?
A: Perhaps only a cosmic mission of epic proportions designed with celestial salvation in mind for a beautiful family of beneficent beings that are faced with the biggest challenge in the history of humanity to come together in organic sacred space and create a new life within simple structures and at one with mystic Mother Earth while sharing solutions to ease a diseased society before Big Brother’s final catastrophe comes crashing down upon our dazzled domes.
!Majestic Mexico!,
@Asia Trips Specialist,
ALL ABOUT TRAVEL,
Church of The Subgenius,
IMA PDXparty,
kaosmosis,
Last Thursday,
MarchFourth Marching Band,
Portland Moon Vibe,
The City Repair Project,
the Egg,
Tryon Life Community Farm,
Random thoughts
seem to come
clear and vivid
when you wake up early in the morning
rising in the AM
puts my mind to work
in a way that doesn’t seem to happen
when i sleep all day
it’s nice to wake up in the morning
with focus and plans
in a motivated manner
to get shit done
after accomplishing
some menial objectives
the mind finds fulfillment
and can turn towards
the task of literary creation
the smell of coffee brewing
and the sound of chirping birds
inspires the scribe to document
the thought stream within
Growing weeds, picking mushrooms, and fishing
Ah, the quintessential life of a country boy
There is nothing like the sacred simplicity
of mellow moments spent with the land
a walk through autumnal Oregon mountains
can be fabulously rewarding
fantastic colors of life fading away
are appreciated by one who passes through seasons
Only a blessed being
is granted a life long love affair with Mother Nature
As I sit on a wooden bench
surrounded by a lush diverse forest
sipping luscious life giving water
chewing the vitamin C infused flesh of an orange
I am forced to realize
that everything that is of vital importance to me is natural
I partake of the food
that grows in my backyard
to provide sustenance and energy
I smoke the sweet fruit of cannabis
to commune with the Spirit of Creation
I wonder through the wilderness
to keep my body agile and healthy
with moving meditation that sets my mind at ease
I suck on beautiful breasts
and stroke warm and wonderful vagina
as a means of merging with the Mother Goddess once more
The following short piece is called
“A Strange Thing To Notice On Back of Cereal Box”
“Family UNPLUGGED
Imagine all the things you could do instead of watching television!
Unplug the tube and grab your family!
You could…
Volunteer your time at a soup kitchen
Work on a jigsaw puzzle
Try a new recipe
Go for a walk together
Play catch
Arrange photos into a family scrapbook
Plan a day trip
Research your family tree
Play board games
Or…
Clean out your closets and hold a family yard sale
Ride bikes
Fly kites
Plant some flowers
Go for a drive
Play cards
Go on a picnic
Play charades
Catch fireflies
Go bowling
Roller blade
Ice skate”
I was oddly astounded to read this
on the back of my Albertsons brand generic
raisin bran box this morning!
Explain a moment for me
that would not be the right one
to have a seat on a park bench
eat an apple and write a poem
evocative musical energy
invokes images of another time and place
mad medieval monks chanting to appease King Volcano
sounds of chaos within castle walls
will transform your simple position in sacred space
when there is nowhere else to turn in life
and desperation dooms every dismal day
dip into the world of pure imagination
there’s always a place where you can find another path to explore
within realms of completely abstract creation
entertain the constantly moving mind
with flights of fantastic fancy
believe in dreams of pure delight
dwindling days become never ending nostalgic nights
I woke up this afternoon
with those 21st Century technocratic blues
and looked out the window at all that hectic shit going on out there
no wonder I’d rather hide and hibernate than deal with it all
sounds of soft and subtle silence
deprived of music in rare moments
you forget how important it is
to help out with a little jive
while working together
this is the point in the trip
where delirium kicks into overload
when the mind shifts into high gear
to deal with all the details
that are so daunting and endless
you have to step your game up
to make it happen
amidst so much modern madness
mystic Mayan pyramids de Mexico
permeate a healing power
that peels the dome to a deeper level!!
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