"....Isla del Sol! La Paz!Puno! Arqeuipa! Cusco!...."
Bolivia.
Something about how I answer questions of how a place is leads me to believe I didn´t think through travelling enough. I tend to talk shit about the places I´ve just been. Or perhaps it is the migrane/ toothache I´ve developed over the past week. I´ve spent the past few days on busses. My body is fatigued, sore and my body just hurts. A good night of sleep helped though.
It seems that having cast the intention to network permacultural groups throughout the Americas is going a lot easier than suspected. Also, a job opportunity may be opening for me in Copacabana on the edge of Lake Titicaca. I spent some time chatting with a fellow Seattlite who´se leaving in February. Gotta love the jaabs.
I hear the American news of Bolivia and think of the Bolivian news of America. Bolivia is openly killing it´s people while the US does it behind closed doors. It´s hard to stay neutralistically compassionate. People´s concern on money is far too ego driven. Then again, it feels good to see that you are successful and surviving.
I was thinking about the role of ego and those things that are beyond it on my eternal busride. It´s when we create something from a place of force that we get into a confusion. Wit is an ally in the dance, as is patience and observation. It´s easily forgotten that there is such thing as creating too much. Moderation and mindfullness, such good things.
I´m finding difficulty in withdrawing my attachments from politics. I want to do something, but it´s a drama that needs to work itself out. I´m inclined to spend my time wrapping myself in truth, not illusion. What bring me back to it is the comfort of hiding in illusion. The more engaged I am with it, I am guaranteed another spin on the wheel of fortune. Further from the center, the enertia is greater...
Steve is still in Capilla del Monte and has sent the word out for an awakening with a visit from extra terrectrial and/or dimensional beings on October 14th, so maybe watch the skies that night. Perhaps something cool will happen.
My cat died and my mother shared a psychic connection with it as it passed. Things for my family are looking up! I´m enjoying akashic journeys and time machines.
So thats where I´m at. In Copacabana, Bolivia.
Something about how I answer questions of how a place is leads me to believe I didn´t think through travelling enough. I tend to talk shit about the places I´ve just been. Or perhaps it is the migrane/ toothache I´ve developed over the past week. I´ve spent the past few days on busses. My body is fatigued, sore and my body just hurts. A good night of sleep helped though.
It seems that having cast the intention to network permacultural groups throughout the Americas is going a lot easier than suspected. Also, a job opportunity may be opening for me in Copacabana on the edge of Lake Titicaca. I spent some time chatting with a fellow Seattlite who´se leaving in February. Gotta love the jaabs.
I hear the American news of Bolivia and think of the Bolivian news of America. Bolivia is openly killing it´s people while the US does it behind closed doors. It´s hard to stay neutralistically compassionate. People´s concern on money is far too ego driven. Then again, it feels good to see that you are successful and surviving.
I was thinking about the role of ego and those things that are beyond it on my eternal busride. It´s when we create something from a place of force that we get into a confusion. Wit is an ally in the dance, as is patience and observation. It´s easily forgotten that there is such thing as creating too much. Moderation and mindfullness, such good things.
I´m finding difficulty in withdrawing my attachments from politics. I want to do something, but it´s a drama that needs to work itself out. I´m inclined to spend my time wrapping myself in truth, not illusion. What bring me back to it is the comfort of hiding in illusion. The more engaged I am with it, I am guaranteed another spin on the wheel of fortune. Further from the center, the enertia is greater...
Steve is still in Capilla del Monte and has sent the word out for an awakening with a visit from extra terrectrial and/or dimensional beings on October 14th, so maybe watch the skies that night. Perhaps something cool will happen.
My cat died and my mother shared a psychic connection with it as it passed. Things for my family are looking up! I´m enjoying akashic journeys and time machines.
So thats where I´m at. In Copacabana, Bolivia.