Kehena Beach spinner dolphins often swim around, playing in the water with the snorkelers that go out. Recently, people have died from the dangerous surf on the beach, but every Sunday, there is an awesome drum circle and it's just so nice, death is worth risking. Oh, and you get to see Olivers white ass!
Friday, July 20, 2007
Punatics
In Puna, dis is how da kine is done bahddah. Haole hippie kine on da aina, Ko Brah... dees haole moda fuckas need learn respect brah.
Seaview Junk Cars
I returned to the Island March 2007 to find that my land had turned into a junk yard because of a mechanic who claimed he was care taking my land for me, Rob Kazuki, who I had never met. Then there was Ali, a fake Rasta who acted like it was God's will that my land be used while I was away. Grant, my neighbor down the street, had contacted me in Washington threatening to call the health department if I didn't do something about my land. Here, he tells what the police do if there are trespassers on private property or junk cars on the side of the road.
Da Lions Den
The Lava Tube I lived in for over a year at different times in Mackenzie Park. I felt at home here, parking my bike down below in another lava tube and riding the 8 miles up hill to Pahoa and back down at night. This Iron Wood forest planted by the park ranger Peter Mackenzie feels haunted and people often speak of seeing the Night Marchers (Hawaiian Spirits) through the trees and hear drum beats. In Hawaiian tradition, the Kings Highway which Mackenzie Park is part of is a place where King Kamehameha walked with his army. The dead souls of the Hawaiians go down to the cliffs above the ocean and can either jump off and go out to sea with their ancestors or are forever stuck on the shores, haunting the park. In November 2002, Jah Son, a red haired young hippie who was on psychedelics during a rave jumped off the cliffs. Some people say they heard him scream under the full moon light that cast silver LED like light upon the misty ocean. Police, helicopters and divers all looked in vain for his body that never was recovered. That was the last full moon party in the circle that I outlined with lava rocks.
Art in Pahoa
The painter is Gabriel, Jasmines Adopted Father who drifts around Pahoa, painting and drinking wine or playing his congos on Kehena beach. Here he is on the Natch wall across from Cash N' Carry displaying his paintings. He is a true bohemian. The thin faced woman who I take a quick snap shot of is his wife or ex wife... they have a daughter who looks very similar to Jasmine. The calm blue eyed guy who says he goes to electronic parties sober is Sky Makie... an interesting DJ and strange guy who asks people to look into his eyes, and then he doesn't smile... very peculiar, but on the dance floor or behind the turn tables, he's right on target.
Aurora Miss Behaving Folk Life 2007
I was sitting on a bench next to Amanita during Folk Life when my sister ran up to us, talking a million miles an hour. I had the video camera. It was strange--she was neither drunk nor high, just manic. It reminded me of a time period when I was her age. Last year at this time, she was so depressed and even tried to commit suicide by eating all my medication with some alcohol. She was scared to move out on her own yet didn't like living at home. She moped around, lost her job as a barista at the Mandolin Cafe and didn't know what to do. She only had one class left to get an Associate Arts degree at Tacoma Community College, but the class was math; something she had been avoiding like the plague. She failed it once and felt dejected and sad. The fucked up thing was that she felt that when I became paralyzed, I had taken her place as the family baby. She was 20 years old, but had always been spoiled and my mom had turned her attention to me. This wasn't an undercurrent in her subconscious, she spoke about it openly, which confused many people. Well, once she got on her own and started spending her savings on rent, moving from house to house, she started to get scared because her $1500 was disappearing quickly. When she lost it all she had a revelation: It doesn't take money to survive and have a good time. Money was an illusive trap because there was never enough and instead of owning it; it owned her. Now that she has nothing and loses her license and cell phone almost every week, she feels so free and is completely manic. People follow her around with video cameras and have created websites like www.rorameadow.com or fremontaurora.com. She always speaks of people who want her to be in movies and will pay her thousands of dollars, but never has enough to take a bus. She moves from house to house--guy to guy and party to party. She's the most sporadic person I know, completely unreliable and laughs at the idea of personal responsibility. People have called the cops on her many times for flashing her boobs out in public... well, this little clip describes her, and I'll remind you once again... she's not putting on a show for the camera... this really is her!
Juramidam and Banyan Rain
This is my Ball Python I got with Jasmine in August 2006... he's probably 3 or 4 years old, and could live till he's 20 and grow up to 4 feet long. Ball Pythons curl up into a ball, covering their head if they're nervous and don't think they can defend themselves by striking out. He curls up under a log in his cage most of the day, but comes out when someone is vacuuming or mowing the lawn, probably the vibration gets him to think something is going on which is strange because I thought he would rather hide all the more. He's an escape artist and if his cage didn't lock he'd find a way out. When he bites, it doesn't hurt, but his razor sharp teeth do draw a little blood, a bit like a diabetes prick. He doesn't latch on, unless it's a mouse and then curls his neck around it and squeezes it. The first time I realized he really hated me was after Banyan had played with him. I brought him into the bathroom and put him on a shelf where he wrapped around a candle and the other things on the shelf, then just looked at me. After a couple minutes, I went to pick him up and he struck out at me. I grabbed him and he darted around the corner of the shelf and lodged himself between the wall and the refrigerator around the corner of the bathroom through the crack in the door. He was hissing and although I was holding on tight and trying not to let him get himself lodged in, he was squirming through my hands. I had to call out for help to tilt the refrigerator to remove his leverage. He's strong, entirely muscle made for getting himself into tight places. Native to Africa, he was raised in captivity, but his instincts are purely reptilian... like the true puppet masters behind our 1st world economy--no mercy. That moment reminded me of a part in Natural Born Killers when the Indian told a fable. There was an injured rattle snake that a woman had compassion on and nursed back to health over a long period of time. Once the snake was better, it struck out at her. As she lay dieing, she asked, "Why did you do that after I saved your life?" The snake replied, "Bitch, you knew I was a snake!" I named my snake Juramidam which is the vibration of the spirit after ingesting Ayahuasca or Santo Daime, a powerful tea made from a vine and leaf native to South America that contains DMT. This intense experience often causes people (including myself) to see snakes floating through the air and a buzzing sound JOOORAAHMEEEDAAAHM. The Mayan worshiped Quetzacoatl, the feathered serpent before the violent Aztec god took over and demanded blood sacrifices. Quetzacoatl was a peaceful deity who fled due to the violence and is said to return. A great book is "2012 the return of Quetzacoatl" by Daniel Pinchbeck who used to write for The New York times. He received transmissions from Quetzacoatl (voices in his head) that are recorded in the end of the book... I recommend it strongly. Anyways... Boing Boing Boing
Smoke Bud With Jesus
Yeah Yeah Yeah, He's Walkin on his hands. Asher with the Church of Cannibas Ministry Card. Sunray on da guitar. All in front of da Natch in Pahoa! Jasper is Jesus
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