Flowers for a dying day

 
Working on Avalow farm is an extadic mix of work and learning to be adaptable. My second week of work begins tomorrow and I cannot wait to see what it will bring. Tonight I will go to bed with a charged phone so that I may wake up and start filming the morning routine which, in chronological order goes, meditate (10min), nature work out, shower in the waterfall, read, smoke weed in the office with the crew. A perfect start. 

I will need to wake by 7am in order to get what I need done and I will need to develop a workout plan- which will be- 10 one handed push-ups (3 sets), log lifting, sit-ups, and plank (2 min). 

Friday I will go on a hike with Em. Cute girl and strong woman. By this time I will have The Dome assembled of which I will sleep in for the next two months. Work on the farm, a humble job in Makawao, beach adventures and I am set. Ahowoska September 11th and the possibility of self synthesizing dmt. Stability, strength, flow and harmony.

  

In this time I will need to make money for Nola and buy a saxaphone and practice. Yoga and Kung-fu on hill side. Farm work and friends by night. In a world of growth and prosperity I will attain self mastery. 

New Orleans will be a different style. Rather than a world of humility and work, Nola will be lived on the front lines dancing and performing music will be what propels me to new hights. With Sam by my side I will play. Working the industry will turn more profit than I ever before attained in my life and it will be here that I will have the resources to unleash the awesome thing built within.  

After a short time in New Orleans New York is where I may head in order to test my capacities against the raging machine that is the concrete jungle. Within the rat race I will find a wife. A strong woman who believes that true love is a thing that will sweep her away from all other commitments in order to reveal the profound. Away we will go.   

We will travel the world. Australia, Asia, the Middle East, bits of Africa, and Europe. As fully developed intellectual entities nearing the peak of our power will we find a quite space with good schools to settle down and raise the family. Three children who grow to reach different mountain peaks of their own. A high place to rest I will have successfully traversed the most intense fire of life. 

 

As an old man who has boldly devoted a life to mastering wit and never losing touch with the youth, I will be able to softly read my books and pass help down through the links until the opportunity comes by which I may use my death to serve for the greater good. For the sake of life, love, and wisdom may my deeds live long past my body. After this there is no more but wind and ashes. 

  

A life of puzzle sick of soil

Questioning every day

May loves true light shine on through

Never to run away
Beyond the lookouts of every post

Beneath the stone and clay

We find new light that’s ever stronger

Never kept at bay
Within the cracks of every footprint

That fad away to grey

The is but one guiding principle

That beckons us away
Be sure of this my only child

Within the battle and the fray

That there hope of betterment

In flowers for a dying day

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The wise man knows he’s a fool

It was fun to party on the beech with the Lahina kids. We had even worked out a method that could take us to exactly where we wanted to be. Fred could stick a bottle of liquor between his belt and belly and must have walked away with over 15 bottles the week I was there. We would then walk down the shore to where the resort beaches where located and we would party.   
It was an idealistic way to fuck around on the beech from the beech bum position, but there was no trust between friends and the group was constantly turning on the weakest member of the group. It was draining spiritually and I knew when I started that I would be usurped of my stamina within a short amount of time. 

Having been drained I decided to sell my jeep and move back to New Orleans. Many people were inquiring about the sale and my schedule was full. If the jeep would have sold I would have moved to Nola immediately; and then I met Joesyia. 

Joesyia was man I had known from the island for a long time. I was a big fan of his brothers and hung out with his brother as much as I could without becoming attached. Joesyia came to look at my jeep. He didn’t end up buying the jeep but he did end up offering me a job and a house to live in. I moved in that same day and training began.

  
The first three days were dedicated to healing my mind and body. I didn’t eat food and everyday we would put colloidal silver on my ankle to heal a staff infection I had developed. After I had healed we knocked doors for solar sales and things became somewhat normal besides the ohms in public places. I would wake up and exercise, meditate, and read. It was progressive and I was loving life. Training eventually came to an end and I had to leave the house. I went into the woods. 

  
I drove the jeep out past Hanna where I knew if an ahowaska ceremony that took place every month. The jeep could only go so far and the walk was long and wet. Showing up dripping I found Anti to ask if I could participate in the ceremony. She told me that there they were already overbooked and could not fit me in, I should have called to get on the list. Leaving I was sad that I had came so far to be turned away so easily. Right as I was about to leave one of the farm workers found me. He told me that if I could find some work to be done around the farm and kept my head down I might be able to get in. One of the girls needed help picking flowers and we went skipping through the fields to pick. Later I asked Anti if there had been any cancelations. She looked at me and said “I am going to go ahead and say no. There is just not enough room. Remember to get on the list next time and, try not to take it personally.”

I took it personally and made for the long walk home. My jeep broke down on the road home and after spending the night in the back seat I packed up and hitched my way out of Hanna leaving the jeep behind. 

  
I write this passage from an old and run down bus that has been refashioned to be a lounge for the workers of the farm. We wake up early and work until sunset two days a week. Most of what we build is for the party in October and I am working on sleeping in the dome but first it must be built. 

It feels right here. The people are far out and more real than anything I have found this far. This chapter of my life will look and feel like a fairy tail and I can’t wait to see how it unfolds. 

I am batman

 
Why is batman so great? I mean the guy doesn’t have any superpowers and only ever fights to save one city, never the world let alone the universe. There is a reason why batman chirps on my heart strings and that is because the focus of the sirese is on how strong can a man can be. Batman sees Gotham city as himself and can take whatever load the city will ask him to take. This is because he is batman, and batman is strong. 

The theft that happened at the zipline came back to bite yesterday. I was at a Grateful Dead show down at Charlie’s in Paia and I ran into all the old guys that I used to work with. It was the first time that we met face to face since the theft and most of them were still looking for recompense. I made it a point to talk to each of them and soon I found myself encircled by five of them outside the bar. There were plenty of people around so I was not too afraid of getting my ass kicked and I was not going to cower because of a false accusations. 

They could see my resolve and they attempted to take it out of me through psychological warfare which I would not let take a hold of me. I am a strong. At another point durning the night I found myself walking up to their territory of the bar and dancing to “box of rain” right in front of them. In my mind this was a “can’t we all just dance and forget about this nonsense message” but to some of them it might have looked a bit more like “I stole from you and now I am dancing in yo face” kind of message. 

For the record: I stole nothing from them. I am responsible for bringing the person who did steal from them onto the premise and for that I am guilty but never would I steal from another person. 

The night ended and I walked out of the bar with a beautiful woman, and I was happy and winning. 

 
The following day my new roommates and I adventured all over Maui. We skinny dipped in the mermaid pools, we pick mushrooms near Hanna, we sang and ate coconuts from the trees. As the sun was setting we find ourselves on the beech dancing within a drum circle. I could not plan a better day than that if you asked me to. 

   

 As we were leaving one of the meatier headed zipliner (not an actual employee of the zipline but only a friend) who had been part of the posy to confront me the night prior at the bar goes to approach my new friends. He congratulates them on their upbeat attitude and introduced himself to each. He then takes the stage and royally calls me a thief right in front of everyone. The hate that came from this man was the most negative energy that I have ever had thrown at me in my life and I would not have anything to do with it. Most of the friends in my group had already heard my side of the story and I wasted no time defending myself to this sick thing before my feet. I shamed him for his misconduct and deception to my friends and he was the first to walk away. The girls in the group where shocked at the amount of hate that had been directed my way and this morning I was asked to leave my place of residence. What amazes me now is my reaction to the person that stole and got me into this predicament. 

  
I write this post from a coffee shop in Lahina and I know that I will see my friend soon. My friend that has caused me so much misfortune and hard work. For some reason I still believe in this friend. Unlike 99.99999% of people in this world or even on this island, this friend made it past the basic relationship and has become a brother and because of that will believe in this man despite everything that he has put me through. Because he is my brother I will not tell him of all these things that he has put me through. He does not need to be reminded of his past when he too is on the road of change. Why do I do this? Maybe it’s because I too am batman. 

Small kind.