November 19th 2010

Now laying in the stealth moving black minivan on the zoom for Seattle from the Bay, currently in Portland. Batteries recharging for more of the get down. The get down of the current moment being my 3d consecutive night o dancing since I entered my 27th year of life.

The sky is loud speckled and bright in the night as the moon is almost full.

Last night's mashup was the Panty Raid in Sebastopol, CA. The outcome, besides sweaty gyrating bodies and a late night burn to Oakland to tend to the dwelling and gear up for immediate departure, was the realization that I am a reflection of everything good in the universe. This enables others to see the good in them when they look at me (and vice versa). The physical manifestation of my theory lies in our smiles.

Fortunate for me to realize the power of my smile. For this I am supremely grateful to the immense panoramic span of time which allowed me (the physical body) to end up with this smile. I (the ego-author) was hesitant for the longest time about flashing a full toothy grin.

"What's he so happy about?" was the blind judgment I was looking to avoid, or whoknoswhy? My good friend the Universe has been sending me signs that it is time to smile now more than ever. The past is just proof that I (the pure spirit) have a wholatta smilin' to do!

A goddess with butterfly eyelashes in the Panty Raid said it just last night, "You have such a great smile." Great. Grand. Expansive. Spirit touching power, folks. Now go flash those pearly whites, they reflect light!

recent shared knowledge

KEEP YOUR THIRD EYE OPEN AND

KEEP YOUR LEGS SHUT!

Fast and/or slow is the way to go

I thoroughly enjoy the various speed settings on my bicycle and the access they give me to suiting my mood at a moments notice. I can casually and aimlessly zig zag my way across town or I can floor it and take the right angle route making only one turn and illing the rest of the time with pure animal spirit pedal mashing. I can easily make my ride a hybrid of the to mentalities. I can say "fuckitall" and hitchbike and enjoy the mega timetravelacceleation that an automobile provide. I can do anything I want to do, yeah, what it is.

dug up poetry

teeth are brushed

hair is twirled

the grass is wet

my feet are dry

in socks and sandals!

sun goes down again,

making way for stars and moon.

see you tomorrow.

when you don't work

you can casually lurk

around with a smirk.

Kierkegaard, letter to Jette, 1847

"above all, do not lose your desire to walk: everyday I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness; I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome, that one cannot walk away from it...but by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill...thus, if one just keeps on walking, everything will be alright."

f.u.r.t.h.e.r.

Aboriginal Australian wisdom

Aboriginals had the idea that all 'goods' were potentially malign and would work against their possessors unless they were forever in motion.

I am grateful to be forever in motion.

feed spirit

starve ego

big up the freaks

shirt and tie

shirt and tie

there is no place for creative minds

dynamic versatility through stealth storymaking

ya, life is just the making of your own story, freedom is when you are completely aware of how you are forming the plot by your thoughts and actions creating a web of cause and effect....choose wisely and without letting the ego create static interference

The Web, Myself, and I (continued)

Embrace simplicity: the simplest form of sustaining life is breathing and sitting or laying still. Even if everything else that consumes our time spent awake in a day is hectic and non-stop (enjoyment!) I find it very beneficial to just sit and breathe and focus only on breath, trying to keep thoughts out of the mind. For a more potent simplicity add focused stretching in a flow of poses while being mindful of breath (yoga) and you have a positive workout for both mind and body...no car needed to go to the gym where you paid money to be a member - money you made at a job that hopefully provides you with more than money (personal satisfaction and a contribution to the greater good).

Put others First: This is a tricky one in today's day and age where being the absolute best is emphasized as an ideal way of life, threfore making failure a supreme stresser of the masses (which dominoes down too many avenues to discuss now). The general "we" are so focused on our own agenda that a sort of tunnel vision occurs and our sixth sense (intuition) becomes deactivated and dull. If we put ourselves first we merely feed the ego. When we put others first we starve the ego and allow the spirit to shine through, leaving much more of a lasting impression than merely trying to impress ourselves (egos). Like that good deed for the day everyone is always talking about, let us stay in that mindset constantly and flourish in ways our very distant ancestors experienced.

Desire little: this almost twists the modernized mind into a knot. What do you mean, "desire little?" What bout my entire house full of stuff and things? Tricky sounding but it just goes back to embracing simplicity, being reasonable. Desire itself is a tricky term as it is an emotion that rips us from the bliss of present moments and puts us into the past or future where we once had something but want it again, or something that we want to have but have to figure out how to acquire it. Stuff and things and the possessiveness of "mine" and "yours" have started to bug me more and more, and it shows. I lived out of a Chevy Van for a while and got a kick out of watching myself streamline my possesssions to fit nice and cozy while giving me plenty of space to sit and loiter amongst my own thoughts. Then eventually I got tired of having such a monstrocity of a vehicle so I thought, "fuckitall, I'm fitting it all onto my bicycle" and after long deliberation and heavy consolidation, I am now living with a kitchen, bedroom, sufboard/wetsuit combo, and office on my bicycle and bob trailer. Although I rely on manmade structures quite often for shelter (picnic areas, dugouts, schools, etc.) I can keep myself warm and dry if need be. The only other necessity then becomes food, which costs money most of the time. Money needs only to be acquired and not desired is one mantra I have been training myself to live by. Basiclly, I just tell myself I'm rich. It is that easy, I am rich because I have everything I want right now, all the time.

The Web, Myself, and I

I just saw an advertisement plastered on the entire side wall of a store. The ad was for an internet cellphone (self-own) that said, in big white letters next to a big photo of a young, blossoming male hipster (ideal) next to photo of the screen that consumes his daily being, "The Web, Myself, and I."...think about it:
The Web Myself I
...implied as all being the same one thing. The internet is you, the internet is me, the internet is I. The internet was invented by humans and is continually evolved by humans who are, themselves, continually evolving. We live in a three dimensional multi sensory world. The computer screen is a two dimensional sight and sound square (at which we stare, and stare, and stare). We sacrifice one dimension and three whoooooole senses (taste, smell, and very importantly, touch) through the use of the internet.
That is a big deal.
Not only do we spend time on it during precious present moments, but we also spend time thinking about it , involuntarily at times merely because it is now a known part of our consciousness. Voluntarily using the Web as a "go to" for a solution to many of life's problems of varying degrees...just Google it. What would "just Google it" have meant a century ago?
Are we devolving thousands of years of genetics into a virtual world where you can only see and hear?
Back to "The Web, Myself and I."...it is further proof that the entire human race is simply one solitary consciousness.
This involves a bit of philosophometaphysical digging but think about it in terms of the entire current contents of the internet as being an apex in human evolution. By human, I mean the one "I". "I" spent thousands of years evolving its ideas into little clusters of cause-and-effect webs and then figured out a way to start connecting the webs many at a time and created a faster growth pattern that can never be stopped. After all, every idea is a by-product of the mind. Without the mind, what is there?
No mind = nothing.
One mind = everything. Whatever conceived this One Mind was obviously smart enough to not need the help of a second mind. Anyway, I reckon that today's web age is an apex in the one mind saga manifested through the evolution of life here on planet Earth (and the rest of the universe? Doubt it. Gotta leave room for higher powers, smarter powers that took a route more complex than the "world wide web.") Apex meaning highest point, meaning a change 'gon come. That is why now more than ever we must realize our potential as part of this great big "I" and start thinking differently...

In my own personal evolution I seem to be rewinding the tape of time, sort of debugging the ego of the bugs that were placed there by the effects of other egos during my developmental years, in order to revert back to my natural state when my spirit met my body through my first breath of fresh air out of the womb. Like chipping away at plaque on a tooth, ever so slowly, then taking a step back every so often and viwing the stages of the process and the varying styles of self that have brought me to this blessed present moment.
In Victoria recently, at a good friend of a good friend's house, I was flipping through the Tao Te Ching by wise old Lao Tzu.
It really stirred my mind like a golden bananaberry hempmilkshake. I realized how much more it resonated in my soul now than if I were to be reading it ten years ago (then, I woulda just thought, "cool. I wanna get high.")...I took these three lines with me and think of them often:
Embrace Simplicity,
Put Others First,
Desire Little...
ESPOFDL...If I was a wiso old Zen monk I would add, "smile often" @ the end of it!...
(to be continued)

Recent Observations from the Bicycle Road

This is a list of the things that cross my mind more often than not recently; whether pedalling, loitering, gandering, or goosing (whatever the hell goosing is; new word!)
-Crows enjoy walking and hopping, perhaps to mock the silly humans that cannot fly, especially the slow moving large apelike ones
-Cows love chewing grass; It is all they do!
-Horses are not at all impressed by my horse impersonation (imhorsenation?)
-Nobody cares that it is raining on me...not even me!
-Roadkill comes in all shapes, sizes, and splatters; Animals turned inside out always provoke a vocal reaction from me...some just look like they are resting peacefully, with a little bloody trail coming out of their nose...others are flattened so much they have become 2-dimensional. I often imagine the moment they met their fate with a high speed hunk of heavy machinery. Immediately after the moment of impact, in that split split second between life and death when the entire world stops turning and is silent and the hit victim is airborn, its soul separating from its physical body...One day I would like to witness this phenomenon first hand. In fact I almost sort of did when I ran over an oppossum on my bicycle in San Diego...I went flying over the handlebars and it got wedged inbetween my front wheel and frame. That is a memory I will never forget!
-No better way than to welcome a new day than by smiling at it when you first see it.
-Raw honey, bee pollen, and water is the true breakfast of champions
-Log truck drivers are highly skilled navigators of the road and do not give eight and a half flying farks about my life.
-Civilised man is predictable in his material society
-Small talk is torture most of the time; can't we just get to the meat and potatoes of our souls?
-Bungee cords, rags, and work gloves are abundant on the side of the road.
-Going downhill no handed on a loaded touring bike will never get old.
-The sun, bright and warm, is one of the most divine free gifts I could ever ask for.
-Listening to a fat old man's bowel movement helps me stay on the path to NOT becoming a fat old man.
-People who are addicted to cigarettes bug me; People who are addicted to materialism bug me even more; and yet, I love them all the same.
-My heart yearns to be as small a part of this capitalist system as possible.
-A healthy synthesis of sound mind and strong body produces raw, natural power that is an incredible force to be reckoned with and an easy equation for happiness.
-I cannot get wet if there was never a concept of dry in the first place.
-If you continually give in to fear, it'll eventually git'ya.
-Patient objectivity leads to bliss and golden wisdom.
-Boredom = death
-What is really going on when I feel lonely?
-If I stay poor long enough, will I eventually become rich? If I ever become rich, will the ego inevitably suffer if I become poor again?
-If the chance of finding a full beer on the side of the road is a million to one, then, surely, I am close to finding the full one very soon.

Back in the USA!

Left Victoria after a wonderfilled 35 days in Canada, arrived to a dark, soggy Port Angeles. Ate 4 blueberry muffins and some peanut butter for dinner. Met 2 drunk kids who let me stay at the Vatican, on a couch in the garage where I fell into deep slumber after hearing crazy stories of the youth growing up in Port Angeles: dreams of skinny faced alien bear-men; getting drunk, peeing on someone else's parents' bed and laying in it; the legend of the kid who puked on everyone and everything; the quest of the young farmer to sell more salad mix by rubbing the nicotine from his fingers onto the lettuce to get the customers hooked.

Spent the next day pedaling 25 miles along the Olympic Discover trail, no cars, just me and the heaven scented woods slowly being consumed by autumn. On the way I received a message from Pete the Meat (a friend of a port Angeles friend) offering his place just out of Sequim for the night. I was planning on sleeping out but random acts of hospitality are more appreciated than you can imagine. I rolled up Chicken Coop Road to Pete's parents' humble abode on the hill, true Northwest style. We went for a drive up the mountain to catch the sunset and fire some fresh bullets out of Pete's new Glock. I had never fired a handgun but know I know why people love their guns so much. An explosion of fire-power right at your fingertips, leaves your ears ringing and a maniacal grin on your face..."more more MORE!" is what the little psychopath in me was saying. The stars appeared in the silent sky as a reminder that life is just as sweet without guns. We drove further up the mountain to the top at a vantage point where we could see the tungsten glow of Seattle and Victoria - - past, present, and future intertwined in one deep breath -- I slept like baby jesus on the night of his birth, with the entire cosmos resting softly on my eyelids, smiling.

The Shamanic Way of the Bee

I read this book by Simon Buxton just recently in about 4 days because it kept blowing my mind so I kept reading. It is an account of the author's initiation/training on the Path of Pollen, the ancient order of beekepers that has kept its knowledge passed down orally for the last many thousands of years all over the world. Bees are foreal sacred and have infinite love and wisdom to share with us. They represent purity, integrity, and industry...and the products they produce, pollen, honey, and propolis are beyond are wildest dreams as to how nutritious and delicious they are. Think about it, a bee carries nectar from all kinds of flowers back to a hive and regurgitates it into ambrosia, nectar of the gods, life sustainer (a diet of bee pollen and water has been known to sustain life as well as giving divine wisdom to the dieter)...this may sound like a rant but do the research yourself...I have been using bee pollen for a few months now as a supplement and swear by it; energy, mental clarity, and actually thicker skin (perfect for skateboarders). Bees, man, bees.

"Truth, however, is no easy matter. It is complex, strange, and fluid. Open to question, a living thing. And yet, it is the place where we have to begin. And in the end it is all that remains...I have come to understand truth, specifically spiritual truth, can only be defined as that which one knows, without words, to be true. It is silent and requires no defense."

"Rarely do people ask death for advice regarding life, but whom better to ask?"

"I was knowingly human once again, back in the miraculous ilusion of stability we have learned to call reality."


"Because the bee is influenced most of all by cosmic forces, by communing with the bee, the entire cosmos can find its way into human beings, assisting them into stepping into who they truly are. Before they were told who they were meant to be by parents, schooling, and culture."

Vicco

Another sunset?!
Yup, it's that good'ol golden
time of bliss again.

One month of Canadian adventure mashing.
Sitting now on a bench by the water as the sun sets over Victoria. The last of my stuff is drying out in Eliot's warm, dry apartment after the rainiest day I have experienced since that brain drencher on the Lost Coast in May of 2009.
I bike lurked aimlessly around downtown Victoria for the last few hours, coming up on a pile of clothes outside St. Vincent's from which I pilfered a vintage cream colored snap button vest and a longsleeve cotton shirt with Aztec-y designs on it "hecho en Guatemala." I might just use these articles temporarily but they will be a fresh addition to my very limited wardrobe. (Eliot also kicked me down an old Bahamas "King of Beaches" t-shirt that is dope.)
I gave my cannabis leaf belt away after a long haul of uselessness. It is now being worn by a beautiful street dwelling goddess who was genuinely stoked on it. (I could tell from her eyes...the eyes tell no lies!)
*Long pause to reflect and inhale the psychadelic sky scene unraveling -- wishing I was the color of sunset*
I also gave some loose change to another bike+trailer wanderer who had a cat on a leash name kittty who he gave undying affection to. I gave her some love as well, after all she is a close ancestor to my kin. nHe offered me a cigarette but I declined.
I had a short freestyle session with Mellow T who I saw from far away making rap-like gestures. He very seriously offered to sell me some crack. I declined. He had beats playing on his phone so we spit a bit, him taking a battle stance and calling me MC Granola (real original). It is all good in the Canadian rap game.
Everyone is frantically taking photos of the sunset like it is the last one they will ever see. Or maybe they have never seen one before; God forbid!
I thought of a good diet for people who want to lose alot of weight:
1. Discard entire wardrobe.
2. Buy all new clothes that are definitely too small, nothing too stretchy.
3. Either walk around naked or eat healthy and excercise until you lose enough weight to not look like you are not making a very awkward and uncomfortable fashion statement.

Now the lights are dimming but the backlit row of clouds on the horizon reminds me of the froth that forms on the tapioca pudding when my mom used to make it. I used to love that part when I was a child. It is mostly raw egg I think.
My new vest is quite handy, it keeps my core warm well which helps to keep my arms warm. My fingers are cold but such is usually the case.
I think I will pedal around a bit more, digging the metropolis scene...it has been 6 weeks since I have seen anything close to a city. It really awakens the New Yorker in me.
Rudy, my bike, thoroughly enjoys when he does not have my entire material life/survival gear weighing him down...you should see him accelerate! Like a Jehovah's Witness bat out of hell.
Speaking of which, yesterday, while I was loitering outside the Thrifty foods in Mill Bay eating peanut butter and carrots, a random cat with very dry skin told me he was letting a Jehovah's Witness stay at his place and she preached so much Jesus Christ to him that he got fed up and told her, "Jesus was not a real person! All he is is the space between the summer solstice and the winter solstice." This statement left me boggled but I am sure the J-Wit was even more dumbfounded. I smiled as I imagined her reaction. He did not elaborate any further on the matter and walked away without saying goodbye.

One month on my bicycle!

The bike mission/ adventure/ journey manifests a whole new reality, exciting and fresh, tiresome and lonely...churning for that buttah (Buddha). For me, this is the most sustainable form of entertainment (among heaps of other things), like watching real reality TV that happens to involve my bicycle and me most of the time.
The views, the characters, the ditch trash treasures, the differeent styles of civilisation, the wilderness, the campsites, the rivers and lakes, the birds butterflies and dragonflies, the smiles, the waves, the honks, the weirdfaces, the peace signs, the small talk, the staring children, my flag in the wind, pedals churning an outline of infinity, the patterns of divinity pop out in 3-d everywhere.
Headwinds, rainshowers, hailstorms, cold morning hands, mosquitoes pestering, handlebar wristaches, another uphill, endless legs.
Copnceiving the idea that I might be able to pedal forever without stopping because it is so easy to just sit there and move my legs up and down round and round. It only gets easier everytime I bomb an insane downhill on the silken stealth chariot that makes but a whisper as it appeases gravity's want...like some starnge form of silent (windtunnel!) time travel every time I go abnormally fast on my bicycle for a few glorious moments at a time...
Lately the road has been mountainous and the terrain keeps zonking us with everchanging beauty and seeing these enormous green giants and brown cragmonsters gliding by slowly in the quiet distance as the asphalt races under my wheels at a cool 35mph, little cracks and bumps vibrating through me (the vessel), riding with the jolts like a cosmic snail in fast motion, just going with the flow.

Any day is a good day to pedal. (metaphor for living)

Natural Inspiration

Inspiration is found in perfect nature:
The clouds move freely at their own pace, egoless, with no destination in mind.
Each cloud atom is perfectly content flowing dancing swirling with his cloud atom brethren and sistren, vibing beautifully in a simple swirl of bliss.
Below, the trees celebrate the breeze, the faster the wind blows the more jivin' their dance goes.
Below the celebratory clouds and jiggin' trees sit the content rocks, boulders, and mountains, waiting in patient happiness like fat, smiling Buddhas.
"No need for us to move at all," they say, "we are perfectly satisfied by the beautiful dance and flow of our as-merry friends."
The entire land alive with sun rays absorbed and beamed back into the universal bliss cycle.
Ah, O my vast Eternity, accept all my love. I know you will keep replenishing me at the same rate I expend.
Impossible to feel emptiness when the complete Void that is (all is all and empty) is filled to the brim and always almost spilling over into the next eternity.
Positively delightful, light-full.

We know that the stars still shine in the daytime.
Even the merry creatures at the dark, dank, bottom of the deepest oceans are provided with endless light.

Crossing the continental divide

2 Days ago we crossed the continental divide in the Canadian rockies...The uphill was fairly cruisy as we were in slowmo from our weeklong pitstop in Banff...by the time we got to the top it seemed like no big deal, and then we hit the most insine mindblow of mindblowing downhills. Like watching a gumball fall down the chutes to get to your mouth...I was flying in complete silence with the rocky majesty of these insane peaks on all sides, amazing what you can achieve pedalling around on 2 wheels. My feet actually started to shake the pedals from the consistent speed I was carrying, I do not think I have ever gone that fast for that long on a bike. Now we are in Revelstoke, stinking up the library and relaxing a bit after back to back 75 mile hilly days, ain't no thang.

Bike trip truth unfolds

Sitting on a couch at our lovely couschsurfing host's house just outside Whitefish, Montana after a relaxed down day and a hearty, mind-concocted, kitchen-cooked meal of baked sweet potatoes, quinoa and portobello muchroom (Spanglish pronunciation) with chives and fennel, and a blackbean tortilla chip soup with carrots onions garlic lemon pepper and cayenne pepper...random as!



My blood has been having fun flowing through my veins real fast this past week at the handlebar helm command center:



Mosquito bites, bwahhhhh

Knee ligaments that feel like they are tearing off the bone, bwahaaaaaahhhh

Afterblast drafts from logging trucks that wobble my whole existence, bleh

Spider bites on my butt, weird

Crazy sounding animal that sounds like it is trying way too hard to whistle unsuccessfully/ announcing in its own weird animal way that it is about to pass a stone but it is too dark out to identify that animal, hmmmm

Roadkill with guts spilling out into the pavement, everywhere!



Morning sun warming chilly bones,

Midday sun fryin' bakin' tannin' and overall overheatin',

Setting sun painting using unexplainable techinique.

The moon allows us to venture a bit deeper into the possibilities.



Eating most ingeniously concocted gruels, stews, mashes, and beetle munch.

Like feeding coal into the stomach of a steam engine.

Farting maximum velocity.



Lazy wakeups, bakeups, grassy shade breaks, getting rained on and staying dry, fetal position comfort under an endless starlit sky.



Convincing myself that with proper upright posture I will eventually become an inch taller.

Zooming downhill like a bullet crouching tiger style singing "the rudeboy train is coming through, the rude boy train is coming through, shoobie doobie dooo, shoobie doobie deeeee"



Random stares smiles glances waves nods...sometimes we make absurdly crazy faces at drivers for our own entertainment (bug eyes, widemouths, Popeyes, astonishocked looks of ghoulish horror, you know, just for kicks).



Crystal clear rivers and lakes providing the playful element of water; refreshment, rejuvenation, a lesson in patience and a new perspective on the passing of time.



Stories from the past, fantasies of the future.

Reflections on the now.

The Now, a cool zone, good "for my health and well-being" (current useful mantra).

Missoula

About to head out of Missoula after 3 beautiful days...I am at the Adventure Cycling headquarters right now getting my picture taken and watching Kaleb eat an ice cream sandwhich. We name my bike the Rude Boy Train last night after I gerry rigged my headlight to my front rack with red electrical tape and it looks like a Rudolph the Red Nosed reindeer, shortened to Rude Boy, and train because my rig is long as hell and is gonna haul ass down hills, uphill I dontwanna think about right now...Next stop is Whitefish...In Missoula I floated stayed with the most amazing wisdom filled goddess named Ethel, who is 72 years young and has a heart of pure gold! We floated the river, hiked to the Peace park, and went to a drum circle (she rips on her djembe! and had an extra for me and Kaleb. A real blessing at the beginning of a trip I say...now its just open road, huge smiles and peanut butter!!!!!!! mmmm, peanut butterrrrr.

Portland

Portland gets two thumbs up...there is bicycle traffic, flourishing greenspace, beautiful flowerfilled neighborhoods with cool old houses that have the lazy front porch you always wanted, artsy crafty hippie eco types, beautiful smiles, youthful energy, tattoos and piercings and pierced tattoos, bike shops that are booked out a whole week for repairs!, Tibetan prayer flags everywhere, Laurelhurst park (where I have killed numerous hours every day in the past week), farmer's markets everyday of the bloody week (it is berry season!), Hawthorne street where you can sell whatever you have to sell or play your instrument as loud as you want, and Waffle Window, cranking out waffles for the masses who look so cheery lining up to enjoy their non-vegan waffles. Portland: the non-city.

Espinoza's Monism

There is one reality, one being; all of the diversity we see in the world are modifications, almost like attributes or properties of this one substance.

One.

Everything is brought

Everything is brought to us, to be bought. Water through invisible pipes. Food on trucks boats planes trains in bags boxes and sacks to be eaten and discarded to an invisible landfill and shit out to an invisible septic tank.

Countless mundane and menial lifesucking jobs (which are supposed to give our lives meaning and $ubstance).

Reality through a screen, controlled by a wizard of Oz type, molding people like clay that will never harden because it is constantly, ceaselessly being molded and is confused as to what specific one shape it should be labeled as...blind to the fact that we cannot be labeled as we are everchanging multidimensional divine beings (label?!).

Knowledge that once had to be sought to shape into wisdom is now brought with the level of importance stressed. You must know important things and do not dare waste your time on childish pursuits such as skateboarding or gem collecting.

Predictability is brought, disguised ever so cleverly as individuality, wrapped in a fat package with cellulite about to burst at gluttony's seams.

Safety is brought through widespread fear and paranoia of losing it all if we stray from the brought path.

The city, same city, different place, providing all we need to see into the bleak monoculture future of denial.

Blood can only stay warm in a cold body for so long.

I am a one man space heater, space cadet idea bulb, serving my universe with warmth and light, a radiation combination that squashes holocaust sized microwaves like a twig under the foot of perceived time...there are no right angles here, only very wrong, perfect, spontaneous nature.

irie

It has been a while...

I haven't sat at this blog thing for a few weeks now. Been on the road. The road is home. So Ive been at home, unplugged.

The Magical Mystery Tour I was on magically and mysteriously got cancelled and splashbang! I'm right back to square one: man with van, will travel. That was early June, what has happened since then:

I was given a free flight so I chose to go to NYC to visit my family and some old friends. Had a few good rips around the city via skateboard and my feet. Met up with old friends and made new ones at The Patriot, NYC's cheapest and best cash only dive bar, where if you time it right the bartender might be topless when you walk in and she may even stay topless throughout your stay. I hawked craigslist for cash solutions and managed to create $140 cash one night by bussing glasses at a high-fashion photographer party on the Lower East Side. I was glass ninjedi ducking and weaving through a crowd of affluent looking and smelling who's who fashionistas getting shwilled to the gills and texting all their friends about it at the same time.

On quiet suburban Long Island where my parents live all was the same and predictable. I caught a few little squibbly waves, rode my mom's old Schwinn bike 100 miles round trip for an overnight stay at my friends beautiful serene property on the south shore, spread my grandparents ashes in the Long Island sound and then had a swim with them, got my mom on the organic veggie kick which she is loving, and I convinced my good friend Jimmy Broken Legs to ween off his psych meds since thay were doing shit all for his health and only putting money into his doctor's pockets. Oh, I also finally made it out to Montauk and slept on the beach which I feel gave me closure for my long Long Island existence and now I never have to go back again. That was 3 weeks in New York, about all I can handle really, just different vibrations that are not situated in my comfort zone, so I manifested a way out.

Good ol' craigslist strikes again and I was off like a bandit in a Land Rover all the way to San Diego in 56 hours...for free!!!! Hopped out in SD on Sunny Sunday morning and went and got me some real west coast summer fun waves, a real treat after sitting in a car for two days straight.

My spider senses were tingling to not stay in southern California too long as Oregon was beckoning. I swooped Katie the cosmic sunflower and we were off towards the north on an unknown itinerary. We picked up Eli, the Great Mystery School Wizard, in Burbank as he was wanting to head up to Santa Cruz with his surfboard and backpack for some crazy bean and seed sprouting mission. Eli is by far one of the most vibrant souls with an unbreakable smile and always a delight to have around.

On the sly he left this amazing book he started writing I thought by accident but upon further investigation I realized that the book is to be a collaboration of One Mind through different voices and I am the next voice to add to it and then pass it on... He wrote/designed about 30 pages which are quite mind boggling and wisdom filled. I feel honored to be carrying the torch and am excited to see what i will fill the pages with.

We dropped Eli in Santa Cruz after a micro wave sunset session, to be seen again I'm sure. We spent the evening at my couchsurfing friend Stacy's new batcave amazing compound property up the hill a bit and in a forest of its own. A ten person college house that feels like it is in its own microclimate, another treat of the universe indeed.

The next day we blasted off in the van with Stacy to go to the "Filth of July," a rave way the fuck out in the middle of nowhere at the old Hell's Angels property called Angel's Camp...3 days of brain bursting bass, kids from all kinds of planets and galaxies, and we fed fruit, popcorn and oatmeal to as many kids as possible to provide them nourishment. I think I got my fill of electronic music for the next few years...what I learned at Filth of July: Get the fuck off the meadow, or get lifted!!

We left Angel's camp filthy (I had a few black toes) and cruised to Oakland for some decompression and a little botany at my good friend's garden property up on the hill, across from Jack London's old house, overlooking Oakland and SF and the surrounding land. It was a few days of relaxation and a little bit of work for trade, transplanting and other random maintenance (if you haven't guessed yet, my friend grows medical marijuana) and we came up on a couple of ounces to trade/sell along the rest of the route.

Oregon Country Fair outside Eugene, OR was the next stop for some more hippy vibes than the Filth provided. We swooped Terry and Bria, two cosmic souls from craigslist, for the ride up. Since Terry was working at the fair he got us an off-site parking pass which became our camping pass since we have the luxurious 5 star accommodation of the van. We bought tickets the first two days and then clipped bracelets for Sunday and Sunday night.

The deal with OCF is to be a part of the fair family, meaning you work the fair which gives you a bracelet for all access all the time, because at 7pm everyday all the day ticketholders get kicked out and the real fun begins for fair family. So we were rookies at our first fair not knowing shit, but I'll be damned if the OCF isn't one of the most peaceful and love filled settings on this planet...started by a group of hippies in 1969 as a way for doing their own thing for a week and funding it with a legit fair, it has grown into a place where everyone is welcomed with arms outstretched...it felt good as a human being to see this and have hope for the future of our race on this planet...LOVE is flourishing faster than ever.

We jammed out from Eugene with dirty feet headed for the beach and Lincoln City to visit my lovely friends Ross and Rachelle who live a peaceful life in their house on the hill with two dogs and two cats and I'm pretty sure kids will be on the way real soon. We enjoyed a nice civilised dinner cooked indoors and slept in a nice comfortable bed and had real showers, such a treat an ordinary everyday procedure becomes when it is no longer ordinary and everyday. Ross and Rach went to a bed and breakfast for their anniversary the following day so we went down to my personal Zen spot in Gleneden beach where Ross's family has a beach property on a cliff next to the ocean. Nothing like kicking back in the van looking out the window at an endless blue Pacific. We spent a peaceful night and morning at the Zenspot and then booked it for Portland which is where I am now, in the final phase of this leg of this journey.

I am staying with Alexis and her new fiance Aaron at their place right in a funky part of town where their are always characters lurking and quick bike missions around everycorner...speaking of bike missions, I have decided to sell almost everything I own, including Mary Poppin's Purse, to pursue this strange itch I have to live off of my bicycle, free-er than I have been. Call me crazy, I do, but it is what feels right. I made about $300 selling off random stuff (bike tires and wheels, wetsuits, headphones) on ebay, and the van will sell for a thousand bucks, no more no less. I have a djembe which I am finally getting good at and do not want to part with but it is very heavy to be pedalling everywhere so we will see what happens. Within the next few days I hope to be 1,300 bucks richer and pedalling off into some sunset somewhere, bike monk style.

Part of the fun of being on the road with Katie the Cosmic Sunflower for three weeks is that we share the same natural diet so it gave me good training for eating natural, and pretty much vegan, when I am alone. It will be interesting to see what dietary choices I make when I have just pedalled a hundred miles and some kind soul takes me in to their home and has a huge ham roast and strawberry shortcake waiting for me on the table....we shall see. For now I think being vegan is badass, but I think that not putting labels on anything is even cooler, so I'm just saying that I am eating a hundred percent natural and organic so I can live to be 140...ITAL IS VITAL kids.

So now all I own is a bicycle with a trailer, enough clothes to keep warm (and hopefully not stink too much), a small camp stove with pot, cutting board, and utensils, a towel/pillow, a sleeping pad, sleeping bag, and bivvy sac for my dormitory, a ground tarp, a fly tarp, a compass, sunglasses, my bike helmet, steez helmet, a beanie, , toothbrush toothpaste, razor, and soap, flip flops, keen sandals, Vans peace-sign slipons, my Rumi book, and the One Mind book I am to write in, a digital voice recorder, a few CDs with files from my old computer, a small case of markers and pens for drawing on my small pile of scrap paper and random notebook, my cosmic fanny pack, a small Jamaican finger piano/mbira, maybe a djembe, and last but not least, food.

Always carrying sustenance...oatmeal and gruel products for the morning, fruits and veggies and grains (quinoa mostly, maybe some cous cous) for the rest of the day...nothing processed, all natural, the way it was in the Garden of Eden, not the Kitchen of Eden, or the McDonald's of Eden. And I have myself, pure spirit, pedaling through a town near you with a smile and an open heart. Why? Simply because I can and I want to. Namaste motherfuckers! (the motherfucker part is from a cheeky sticker Luke found a few months ago, it goes well with a good sense of humor)

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

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.

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.

Codex Alimentarius

Extremely well presented and informative video exposing idea of food control as a means to control the world. 40 minutes long but filled with interesting facts I never knew before, draws good insight on the whole genetically modified agriculture sector... Click

pay attention here:

Pay attention only to the natural environment

We pay pay pay

pay to play pay to stay

pay to pray

pay for a delay

pay for a grey mood day

hip hip hoo-ray

pay!

Pay attention only to the natural environment

I, as One Mind, am connected to the natural vibrations of Mother Earth in the Grandmother Universe. Staying in tune with this vibration is a necessary element in my happiness -- and universal happiness...

Think of .everything. in existence (of time and space) as a radio tuner that was originally set to a station that played the most love filled uplifting bright light feels right music. We have the capability to keep it set to this frequency for most ultra and most premium quality of existence.

divine info sent to me. . .

FRIENDS, the beautiful new moon entering Sagittarius today, Uranus entering Aries, and the other auspicious movements in the heavens in the next weeks make this time important for you to REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE: A DIVINE MULTIDIMENSIONAL BEING.

• Enjoy the bliss of your loving heart.
• Release your resistance and heal your self.
• Know you are part of everything and have everything.
• Recognize your connections with the invisible realms.
• Meditate, release and surrender to right understanding and a quiet mind.
• Honor your sacred self.

Today's breakfast gruel

I am pleased to say my diet has become about 90% natural these days and mostly organic now that I can afford to do so. I have found it important to spend the extra coin on organic products, especially if they are local. The extra price is found in quality and the quality allows me to eat less, so I am actually saving money by eating more nutritious foods. A well concocted breakfast gruel eaten slowly with fruitful intention will sustain me well into the afternoon with pure energy.

This is today's organic gruel concoction:

Handful rolled oats

pinches of sesame, pumpkin, and sunflower seeds

small handfuls of goji berries, seedless raisins, and raspberries

small handful of shredded coconut

pinches of almonds and walnuts

one banana mashed

teaspoon of maca root

boiled purified water (I'm in LA and the tap water is beyond gross)

I have drastically cut sweet and salt out of my diet. The coconut and raisin and banana add a bit of sweet to my gruel.

My brain is having all sorts of issues still with the complete disappearance of processed chemical laden foods, sometimes I smell fast food and actually crave the taste of poo in my mouth. I have had too much insight recently into the NECESSITY of a return to our natural state to let my brain deceive me into eating another processed piece of shit "food product" ever again. My body was designed to live for thousands of years. My first 26 years were spent largely unconscious as to what I was putting into my body, so I figure I have only until 140 now if I play my cards right from here on out, I'll take it!

Oil YUCK

So the cleanup of the largest manmade disaster of human history is not even being administered properly....As the days go by with this oil fiasco the harsh reality is starting to really affect me, and I live no where near the Gulf of Mexico. The people who do, well, I hope they have some inkling of how their lives, our planet!, will be changed forever by this insane fuckup. Speaking of fuckups, here is a fucking good fucking video that explains why fucking BP is doing a piss poor fucking job fucking cleaning up the fucking oil..... BP is fucking up!

here i am

sitting under the great western cheese-grater cloud sunset sky of Awe, celestial beams spear the ocean with majesty, i am the heir to this beautiful throne, floating in the sea striving for the same float in the sky --make the union complete so everywhere is nowhere to retreat

                               the all-giving sea rests in bliss while we wrestle with restlessness hurry make                                a mess

smiling cannot hurt, will not hurt, do you know what you are still not worth? ($)

        the measuring scale of the universe is the perceived hand of time...bighand or babyhand,             open palm or backhand --the worth is within, within is the only "in",  no external function           manifestation factor can declare the "in" from without, without substance

we are pure and we plan on keeping it that way

Equation for happiness

Here is a simple equation of two means and one end...the equation is for happiness in a sensual world

Education Shmeducation

"Deeply embedded in the conventional wisdom is the idea that educating is mostly about making a living rather than making a life."

Taken from here

I am a living breathing example that college was mostly a waste (especially in brain cells), high school (all boys catholic!) was a complete waste, and elementary school was a booger picking daydreaming extravaganza (No regrets, though, as it was my predetermined path to see life through this chain of events. I am ever grateful I saw the light!)....The past 5 years of being educated by the universe is more priceless than I could have ever imagined, and I usually got paid to receive it!!! I have travelled ridiculous amounts, making all kinds of super sweet missions, and meeting the most amazing beautiful people, the likes of which never ever came to speak to me in a classroom setting.....so I say fuck textbooks, fuck desks, fuck sitting in linear rows, fuck number 2 pencils, fuck being pointed at for expressing your true self, fuck stupid rules enforced by power tripping teachers, fuck the homogenization of the youth, what a travesty to impose on human beings during their most creative and spontaneous and formative years! The system knows this and merely wants to manufacture a complacent, materialistic workforce for their own monetary gain in this huge game of monopoly...well, I'm passing go without rolling the dice and collecting a lifetime worth of riches, keep your 200 paper dollars to wipe your sniffling high-fructose noses with! Ha! Double Ha Ha!

Free-ality provides us with all the wealth we could ever imagine having. Nature was provided, perfect as-is, for us to walk upon and play like children all our lives and have NO worries. I cannot emphasize enough enough enough! that Love and fear cannot co-exist in the same moment and since life is just a string of moments, just choose Love, and prest-o change-o!! Like magic the truth unfolds like a celestial red carpet right before your beautiful love-filled eyes.

That said, I'm going to the beach!

BLESSINGS

This life and the love that surrounds it is the most pure blessing, given to us by the creator (who/whatever she may be). The natural state vibrates a constant frequency of love, so beautiful it gives sight to the blind. Freedom is found in love, love is found in freedom, both are found in perfect, spontaneous nature. The smile and pure laughter are natures way of saying "thank you for loving me". So simple I am smiling as I write this : )...how could I not, my eyes are bugged wide open at the cosmic beauty flowing into and out of me in the form of pure love. HA HA HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Children of the New Millennium

Excerpt from the beginning of Children of the New Millennium (click for free download of ebook)

THE TRUTH IS BORN

The truth is born

into the world

always seeking expression -

when we are taught:

not to communicate;

not to express;

not to speak;

and not to be heard so early in life.

We then learn at a very, very

early age,

to express

to speak

to be heard and

to communicate at a higher, deeper level;

we learn to communicate through the unspoken word and

thought.

At this level spirits seek union.

At this level One learns to listen;

at this level one learns to listen, feel,

speak, and be at one with nature and its beings.

... Susan Firth, Free Union, VA;

NDE at 2 in an accident, and

NDE at 6 from drowning.

INDIGO and CRYSTAL CHILDREN

This is what is up...click on it and understand that you follow this spiritual inquisitive path for a reason, questioning the rigid, angular structure of society, feeling that your free-flowing spontaneous thinking and powerful third eye movements cannot and WILL NOT conform to such a linear and predetermined path.

This existence in a physical body is pure perception and we as INDIGO and CRYSTAL children have been chosen to control our perception for the benefit of humankind and the whole universe. BELIEVE IN LOVE, BE LOVE, BE UNIVERSAL DIVINE ONE-NESS....We are on our way my brothers and sisters, beautiful things are happening, picking up pace like a cosmic snowball rolling down the steep mountainside of celestial existence...

"The terms "Indigo" and "Crystal" were given to these two generations because they most accurately describe their aura colours and energy patterns. Indigo children have a lot of indigo blue in their auras. This is the colour of the 'third eye chakra', which is the energy center inside the head located between the two eyebrows. This chakra regulates clairvoyance, or the ability to see energy, visions, and spirits. Many of the Indigo children are clairvoyant. The Crystal Children have opalescent auras, with beautiful multi-colours in pastel hues. This generation also shows a fascination for crystals and rocks......"

"Indigos have a warrior spirit, because their collective purpose is to mash down old systems that no longer serve us. They are here to squash government, educational, and legal systems that lack integrity. To accomplish this end, they need tempers and fiery determination."

Adventures in Consciousness

Drop what you are doing. Click. Buy this CD. Meditate. Embrace LOVE through the universal consciousness of being divine...

Artist/Band: Aros Crystos

ADVENTURES IN CONSCOUSNESS is 8 multi-dimensional galactic messages channeled and read by Aros Crystos and accompanied by meditative improvised melodies on didgeridoo, keyboards, percussion instruments, and beautiful chanting. All of these messages were recorded in one session with no production or editing and are astounding for the perfection of the original unedited tracks. This CD will serve you as a vehicle to live in the present with greater peace and clarity and an expanded consciousness. It provides guidelines from the galaxy on how to easily embrace the frequencies of unconditional love that will quiet your mind. You will experience deep relaxation through the connection with the divine self that transforms and elevates your consciousness.

The messages were received during the appearance of Hale Bopp over Maui in March of 1997. The comet Hale Bopp is, of course, not a comet. It's an interstellar information library. It is also an energy vehicle that is in direct contact with the highest order of light beings of the most supreme rank in the army of divine of light workers. Recorded live in Honolulu in 2000, the musicians improvised eight beautiful, meditative, metaphysical melodies to match the galactic and dolphin frequencies transmitted through Aros during his reading of eight messages. These remarkable messages help us all understand what is taking place within us and all around us right now.

Aros Crystos, aka Eros Christos, has been on the spiritual path most of his life. His vision is to help people rediscover their true nature as divine multi-dimensional beings. A prolific writer, designer and energetic healer, he uses his beautiful voice to generate healing sounds and activations to higher consciousness for the many people who've sought out his entirely unique and powerful vibrational energetic gift. His fascinating interviews and articles can be found on television, radio and in print.

His first novel, Time Is Promised To No One, published in 2005, shares beautiful esoteric teachings through the life of Charles Andrews. His CD, "Adventures in Consciousness" is a transformational message from the cosmos and powerful medicine for the awakened consciousness entering the next paragidm.

His first spiritual teacher was Elisabeth Haich in Zurich, well known for her classic book "Initiation." Through her mentoring he was led to understand his true mission. Aros was guided to leave Europe behind and come to the United States. He renounced his old life, trading high society in Europe for the longing to live in the experience of the truth all the time. This led him to his meditation teacher and mentor, Baba Muktananda, and Baba's successor Gurumayi.

For the next twenty years, Aros immersed himself in the study of sacred scriptures. He learned the most valuable lesson: that all religions and paths ultimately lead to the recognition that all is one divine consciousness and that the kingdom of heaven can truly be found within every one of us. All of this prepared him for his connection with the dolphins. He began to receive communications from the realm of the dolphins, leading him to spend years interacting with dolphins and whales in the open ocean in Hawai'i. At the same time, his galactic family began communicating with him again as when he was a child. Through these interactions, his multi-dimensional soul began to receive messages that were profound, beautiful and transformative.

His programs to activate people through galactic vibrations coming through his vocal chords and his work as a life coach and spiritual guide are sought after by people of all walks of life. At the present time, Aros is committed to sharing his knowledge to prepare people to achieve right understanding of who they are in the next paradigm shift.

'WHERE THERE IS TRUE LOVE, SHAPES AND FORMS DISAPPEAR AND LEFT IS ONLY OUR SMILE' Aros Crystos, Message from the Dolphins

Dr Martin Luther King Jr. quote

in his Nobel speech:

"I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsam and jetsam in the river of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him. I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality."

How easy and simple it is to be happy!

These words are from Aros Crystos and I fully stand behind him one million percent...The key to life is the enjoyment of it, why? because it feels so damn good! and this good feeling spreads even more rapidly than any negative energy ever could. And what is the key to feeling so damn good all the time? (besides doing good all the time and emanating LOVE all the time) The nourishment we give to our entire body. Is it any coincidence that smiling physically benefits the immune system? So so so so so so soooooo simple is the happiness of life that it makes me giggle. Here is a list of everything I need: 1. LOVE, 2. Nourishment, 3. Shelter...Now, I am grateful for having everything I need, think of everything I have; all my possessions fit into a Chevy Van with room left over for a small party, and this still makes me think, "yeeeeeessshhhhhhh" so much stuff, stuff and things and toys and knick knacks and junk BUT it was all in one way or another just magically handed to me by the universe in the most stress free way, which is not at all a bad thing. Anyways, it will all soon fit onto a bicycle (for maximum stress free mobility its what Im all about you see)....

A SECRET about eating organic foods:

You may pay more but you'll EAT LESS. Because the nutrient level is so much higher in organic food, at least 30% higher, your body actually consumes less food when you eat organic because it is getting more of what it needs in a lower quantity of food! Amazing. The transition phase into organic eating takes patience, though. You'll experience detoxification, unusual hunger, and a gradual reduction in your food intake. This is because your body is probably starving for many nutrients and has to "wake up" and start absorbing more during digestion. Initially, it will want more food, thinking this bonanza of nutrients is temporary. So it will go into high gear to repair and regenerate as many cells as possible before the "good times" end. Once you convince your body that the good times are here to stay - more nutrients and less chemicals, your body shifts again, your appetite normalizes to consume less, and you'll feel WONDERFUL eating less! The more we buy organic the more the prices will drop. Buy organic, buy local, recycle, be good to yourself and Mother Earth.

In seeking vibrational health for my physical body

that I have here on earth, I have found these practices and products are vibrationally harmonic...AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE DO THE FOLLOWING:

Give your self time every day to still your mind, to

hear the quiet loving voice of your divine self, your connection with the loving source of all creation. Breathe. Practice a discipline of belly breathing to bring you relaxation, rejuvenation and longevity. Give your body strength, balance and flexibilty, through a practice like yoga or tai chi. Eat foods that are close to nature: organic fruits, nuts, vegetables, lean proteins. Buy local, fresh, or frozen foods before choosing foods canned in metal. Avoid foods cooked in plastic, don't put any hot food into plastic, avoid the microwave. Store in glass before plastic-use mason jars! Drink and cook with fresh filtered water-buy a water filter. Pay attention to your oral health! Your mouth is an entry point spreading health to your entire body with every swallow. Your skin is your largest organ so what you put on your body is as important as what you put in it.

Galactic Soul

Being in the state of Soul awareness allows me to

take a deeper look at my life from the understanding

that everything, including the life span, is temporary─it

could last 50 years or a 1000 years─still only a fragment

in the overall divine picture.

This allows me to prioritize what is important! Am

I living every moment in a state of transcendental

gratitude to myself, my own soul and to God, the teacher

and the teachings?

Am I truly ready to live my life as a miracle and

wonderment and let go of all imaginary super-imposed

control guided by the ego?

If the answer is Yes, then

I AM FREE AND LIBERATED RIGHT NOW.

The answer is yes. That is surrender. That is the

vision of my soul. That is freedom.

THAT IS THE PURPOSE FOR BEING.

With Love and Respect,

Aros Crystos