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.