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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Article on poverty seen in india and Kenya/ I need answers!

this is from an article on realitysandwich.com:

While we were in Kenya the European Union voted on a trillion dollar bail out for the Euro and to stabilize its economy. We also read that last year alone the US spent more than a trillion dollars on weapons. Where is the trillion dollars to put in a sanitation system in the slums of Nairobi or Mumbai, and every other urban slum on the planet? In his book, Banker to the Poor, Muhammad Yunus states the bottom line pre-requisite for every last human being on the planet: 1. A rainproof house: 2. a sanitary toilet; 3. clean drinking water, and 4. three meals per day. Unable to do this much, we as a species have failed ourselves. We prefer guns and money.

I often consider the intentions behind greedy actions performed by other sacred human souls, such as weapons funding, or offshore drilling decisions (natural gas wells have recently had some explosions that are being dwarfed due to the whole BP mess), or the whole equation that creates the ever widening gap between rich and poor...Thomas Paine is rolling in his grave right now due to the lack of common sense used in so many sectors of "modern" and "civilized" society.
I have been training my self recently to not create or foster any negative energy...not using the word hate, not passing subjective judgments, genuinely complementing strangers to produce smiles...in an attempt to add to the divine cycle of positive beautiful LOVE filled energy that is found in nature...Lord (Buddha, Jah, etc.) knows there is already enough bad energy and negative intentions put into things so I DO NOT need to be a contributor to that.
So then the question arises in the pit of my soul: What can I do? Where I can I help the most? I need answers but sometimes i just want to live simply, a happy sensual life where if I am happy all is good...but i know in the back of my mind there is poverty and people dying due to moral negligence every second of every day in every corner of the globe...but that statement right there kind of goes against my training of fostering positive energy, because it makes me sad, and a bit angry because I want everyone as happy as me....world peace is possible, a very real possibility, to much beauty in this world to not flourish. The answers will come, this is just verbal diarrhea. Peace. Love. Happiness. Smiles. Love...spread it!

i think it is time for a bicycle mission...

The corporate world pushed me aside. I get tense witnessing the state of modern, idealistic society a.k.a. Screenworld. My spirit requires movement, natural spontaneity. There is no room for unconscious energy battles; luckily the armor of LOVE is my forcefield. Forcefields and magic are very real and I am a wizard. Bicycle gives this wizard freedom of movement. Why not view the world slightly elevated, from a bike seat?

May 2009, coastal Washington...complete freedom...this is what i want now and forever

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

fun with PhotoBooth

bucktooth ninja cat lizard owl

wherever you go, there you are

Here I am.
I find myself once again in the semi-urban sprawl of western Long Island, at my parents house, in the neighborhood I grew up in. I feel like Kerouac when he would come home to his mother's house for long stretches of writing, relaxation, and city romping...I'm here for the same but I also have a bicycle and a surfboard to occupy my time. I am the token unemployed 26 year old living in the basement at Mom and Dad's (although I have and always will call my dad by his name, Yanni). The magical mystery tour I was getting paid to be on recently lived up to its name and had its magical mystery plug magically pulled; just like that I am back to no strings attached status and decided to use my free flight to get catapulted across the country, back to the east coast, a slightly different, more congested place than the Great Wild West.
Life has been a funny cosmic whirlwind lately. The mystery tour was putting money in my bank account without me barely doing anything to earn that money. Funny how things like that happen in supposed "tough economic times." If I condensed the work that I actually did (riding a lunar rover tricycle around getting people to do handstands and cartwheels is hardly work, by the way) it would probably be a week's worth. The pay I am receiving is about two month's worth. This is a prime example of the strange power of manifesting your own destiny...I didn't want some crummy job but I did want some cash in my pocket, I wanted to travel, I wanted to ride a bicycle; by this power of genuine wanting I was able to concoct this strange cosmic synthesis of my wants. Being completely open to the powers of the universe is a huge help as well. Having no worries, no stress, smiling and living with pure compassion for myself and everyone and everything and even every non-thing; LOVE for all.
My rewards during the last few months included: spending a week eating insanely tasty Google food, gaining knowledge about all sorts of interesting happenings via credible sources on the internet, sharing knowledge with Luke my "business partner" (always wanted to use those words!) as well as a myriad of cool cats wherever we would travel, being taught that the mind is a fertile field that stretches right into eternity gobbling up the seeds of personal growth and turning them into these amazing sacred-geometric swirling vines of light and truth that intertwine into the Void (a la Kerouac), I got a few extra days of snowboarding in, ending the season with some beautiful people at Squaw Valley in early May, progressing my bag of tricks with a signature cheshire smile style, I danced like I have never danced before, now knowing that my natural vibration is at its most powerful and light emitting frequency and is necessarily moved by music, I saw Canned Heat, Iration, Groundation, Ziggy Marley, Damian Marley and Nas and bounced their energy right back into the souls of their instruments through my wild gyrations (my dance style indeed), I picked up my first musical instrument, a djembe, to learn and become the musician that I have always had laying dormant somewhere deep inside, I acquired a new shiny bicycle which quickly became an extension of me, zippin and zoomin and downright cruisin through a neighborhood near you, I had a beautiful random soul hold car traffic behind me as I zoomed the Topanga Canyon downhill into the sunset, later to realize that the car holding traffic had a HUGE peace sign painted on the hood, a true peace offering indeed...I people watched at Venice Beach for hours, sometimes skating, other times hula hooping, swimming en el mar, or just slow lurking the merchant strip; I bought a rasta bracelet for three bucks from a rasta named Shaggy because he took time to explain to me what the colors meant (finally!: red = the blood that runs through us, gold = the sun that provides the energy for our planet, green = the earth and the beautiful herb that grows on it, black = the strength that unites us all) and that is what I actually paid for, and would you know that by buying that the universe actually gave me a different rasta bracelet two days later so I was able to give the original to my business partner; things are better when they are given to you anyway...reminds me of the huge stuffed dolphin I found on the side of the road two days after meeting a galactic dolphin emissary who taught me about the divine power of the dolphins...it was with this stuffed dolphin that I had my photo taken for the summer beach fashion section of the LA Times. I was able to spend some time in San Diego, catching super fun waves, garage sale-ing and giving to empty my van even further (on my way to complete material freedom), being graced with the light filled presence of beautiful Katie the Sunflower (who will be at my 140th mad hatter themed birthday party and she herself will be a ripe young 137) eating even better than I ate at Google...I rode my bike halfway across LA with a Gutemalan friend Eliseo who was pedalling a fixed gear with no brakes talking Spanglish about life while zooming through crazy LA traffic, getting a glimpse of his daily life and being both amazed and flabberghasted; Eliseo you are an animal!
So here I am now in NYC and I plan on keeping the red carpet just rollin'...without sunscreen, without meat or dairy products, with my new Thai fisherman shorts and Patagonia steez helmet, with my new and ever renewing knowledge; I am a one man infomation IN and OUT box of pure light. People call me crazy, and weird, and out of my mind, and I smile and nod, "yes! thank you for noticing!" (if I am always thinking, than I must make others always think as well, like a never ending thought party)...I just received an email from my friend Maggie who just returned froma month long trip to Costa Rica and Nicaragua with her beautiful family whom I love and adore. In the email she wrote these words: wherever you go, there you are...meaning the happiness we seek externally is found right within us. So it does not matter where the hell you are or even what you are doing (think of happy Buddha meditating in the woods with nothing, yet happier than thos who seem [illusion] to have everything) because the immense elation of life is in our heart, emitting a frequency of love...this I will never forget as the red carpet unfolds happy blasts of truth all around me....so I say, let the bloody mystery tour continue, until that birthday party on November 17th, 2123, when I blow out all 140 candles. Iknow there will be some interesting things on tap until then, and for that I am one happy dude.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

what to do now?

Imagine waking up one morning to being told you are now unemployed and there is no income for the time being...well that is what I woke up to...all kinds of neurons are firing in my brain, mass confusion, blissful confusion, nervous confusion, knowing everything will work out as it always does confusion...Interesting thing is, for the 2 months I just collected weekly paychecks, I actually worked a whole, about 30 hours! I had planned on working straight through for ten months so I have been lax with my spending habits, not making ridiculous purchases, but simply letting money flow through me, sending some to Africa to help those in need, helping my cousin in Rhode Island get on his feet, buying a new bicycle (which is really fuckin' sweet), and just giving a ton of stuff away, to free myself of materialism...but funny now how that shitty familiar feeling is right around the corner of "oh shit! where' s the money going to come from?"
So here I am with about 16 hundred dollars, which is alot to me, being kidless and a bill-less bikkhu saint, the world is an open doorway, but some weird part of me wishes I would have saved a bit more so I can get the hell out of the U.S., which was the original plan but I just got fucked by a proverbial monkey wrench. I still can get out of the U.S., if I go by bicycle, sell my van, buy a plane ticket, I don't fucking know...I have a djembe now which I want to get good at for sanity's sake...Funny watching the brain react involuntarily when just a few days ago I was buying ten dollar organic apple juice for a little hispanic woman, and giving some street kids seven dollars to buy cigarettes with...will my attitude stay the same or will my hoard-for-myself mechanism in my brain become cautious once again. Watching myself write this I just came up with an answer:
FUCK THAT NOISE!
Throwing caution to the wind is what has gotten me here. Looks like I am in for yet another summer of travel, wandering, roaming, standing sideways on a plank, doing what I do best.
The opportunities will come to me, this I know, and this I smile for.