As I was walking in central cusco in a bright sunny afternoon

I listened to music created 7 years ago. Yeah it happens a lot that I listen to old music of mine. I just assembled all of my musical archives and it appears I am the proud creator of 208 compositions (today 209), the whole during 15 hours and 15 minutes! Oh my. When I die someone is going to have a lot of work (or not).

Oh by the way I am having a blast creating an internet site (other than the two blogs) It will soon be operational (expect a month more or less, for sure up and running before my “return” to switzerland. Anyways I just took great pleasure in the fact that at that time (2007) I had no idea where Life would take me. 2007 had no idea about 2008, 2008 had no idea about 2009 and so on. yet with time Everything seem to be more consolidated, makes more sense less and less surprised more and more in awe. Or that I would be here now, that the music I was creating would actually be listenened by man-scott in a far away country (just thought about you fred, man-fred. Heheh) I am really in love with life, the places your destiny takes you. (he writes in a very American café full of gringos in incan territory).

A crazy city for sky gazing

            I am starting to slowly see the width of Incan culture alive nowadays, of course it is far from 500 years ago, but It has been inscribed everywhere. Architecture goes a long way to guarantee it’s survival. Mountains have not been leveled and I believe it is a big part too, It sure has soaked incan culture as much as it has influenced it. There is so many places to visit. And I know, I like to take in places events and people, allow myself to enjoy it with a temporality true to the skies and wind. More and more it appears that I have a strong connexion with him up there (and I truly mean the sky;-) . I know lifetimes have been spent with wood and water, but this one would seem to bring me closer to rooftops. I have been very much appreciating the 14000 feet of altitude. The site itself too. Undisociable they bring great energy and am quite happy to learn my first level of reiki here, next month. From benine to spectacular, all incarnated, I seem to encounter precisely wath I need to keep on my path. As I  have realized this already it will not change the awesomeness of panta rhei. “everything flows”. My life seems to be taylor made for me. heheh. thank you soul. That’s the magic of it , there is only one path, the on you take, there will never be another. You cannot know what another choice would have yielded, it is not important, you shape the world through you r actions even regretting or thinking of what could have been is part of a path in itself, you choose (in more way than one) to spend your time thinking of something else. Then that is your present.

Been seeing awesome sundowns!

This little bit here seems to fit nicely in this text atmosphere:

Picking up on thoughts drifting in your mind sphere until one day something comes along by a spiritual chemical reaction crystallizing “that feeling” into an known entity. The subtlety of the particles traveling through our souls, they are always there in essence, but the illusion of separate events summons them to our consciousness, until that delicious day where you realize they are accompanying you always alike kindred souls simply awaiting the best time to reveal, when in truth you could join them right now. 

In resume in just realized that something I was thinking about, in spite of myself, is real now. Kind of moment when you realize it’s been under your nose for a bit of time now.

The Thrill Edition #1!

Sexy and hungry!

Okay folks this is the thrill edition!

  So as I was walking back home after a very enjoyable evening, filled with beauty, laughter, time flying by, much other joys of life and beauty, I decided that I was fancying smoking a cigar in the main plaza fountain. Took a picture with Josue and Oscar, two liman gentlemen passing by, in town for three weeks (was fun to be able to welcome them). Dismounted socks and shoes, paying attention to not lose that 100 soles billI often carry if the night gets expensive. (Hint hint, object important to the plot!) 
As I was savoring cigar feet in water, I saw a tourism police car park in my line of sight. Officers vacated the vehicle as I was refreshing my magnificent pedes, enjoying the benediction of Big Jesus alight. As they came forward it soon became obvious I was the main proponent of their attention, my understanding of the situation neared alongside. I unplugged enthralling music and cautiously walked forward as the fountain’s floor, not unlike the situation, was slippery.

            Comprehension was not shy as it must have been a crime to gently soak my feet in a beautiful fountain, mid night willing. A question of mine was answered at that moment, the turism police is also the one in charge of arresting the turists!

Dragon hiding in the street rocks

            Answered their questions, I am from Switzerland, I do not carry my passport (when I go out in a fresh city where I might drink alcohol not knowing where the night will take me.) my shoes are right there, I am now boarding your vehicle.

            Really? lots of paper work? 24 hour detention for putting my feet in water? The police station is far away? Are there other options?

            And I got to experience the first time when haggling seemed important. I took the bait to use a small trick a really cool woman I met earlier had shared with me. I explained how I live in Cusco and am a “very nice and innocent” volunteer at the Maria Salome Ferro Orphanage on avenida Grau,

            Actually proposing the “no paper work 100 soles fine” was really fun, quite a thrill. Felt like when you are a teenager and asking a girl out for the first time, “if this goes wrong all hell will brake loose” except the consequences could be a bit more dire, here. I had considered visiting the police station, would be a great story, also had genuine curiosity. But I remembered I have a skypointment with my psychiatrist, then my brother and possibly a good friend after that too. I had planned on composing music and writing furthermore.

           

Moon is very intense up here

            Was much fun, the driver had hinted (other than trying to scare my by telling me I could get expulsed from beloved country) what should we do? Happily they did not rage at my proposal for the win-win situation. We changed direction as I shared my knowledge of the surrounding streets. I told them I needed not to be taxied back home ( as in truth I still wanted to mire the skies, music alight). But they insisted, halfway back, Driver asked about my promise and I diligently obliged. Paid the fare by taping the (thankfully) crisp and new bill on his shoulder. It is interesting how I felt relieved as they were upstanding police officers and accepted the tax without playing the “what 100 soles bill? I never received a 100 bill” game, also when Driver asked for a cigar he accepted the true fact I only sported the one interrupted by their small incursion in my moment. Conversation shifted.

            “In Switzerland? I studied visual arts. the downside is that you find yourself getting arrested for smoking cigars in fountains after that”. Laughter greeted me from their once antipathic throats. Was “bold” (mostly stupid) enough to answer that I did sometimes indulge in marijuana and got a first hand confirmation that it is illegal in this country, said I preferred not smoking and enjoying the generous country. I was thankful I could afford being honest (as it is of foremost importance to me, it is alike a buil din mechanism and yet a conscious, to a point I could get myself in an unnecessarily uncomfortable situation!). They told me that the night was dangerous with bad men roaming about.  Mostly realized it was dangerous to indulge in an uncommon quirk, wearier of what the officers could do than enthusiast Peruvian drunks wanting to share an image of me.

Big Jesus in magnificent light

            I found myself telling them that “here was fine” as I had learned thanks to previous interaction with taxis. We shaked hands alike real men with an understanding. Did I mention I promised to behave from now on?

Entered the corridor to my Cusquenian domain, lit the cigar I had put out on the ground nearing the police’s ride, and plugged back in. Thought about venturing back to an open sky but decided not to chance another meeting with aforementioned protectors of turism’s interest, Oddly enough for what would be the fault? Still felt like they would yearn to interact again if we were to meet this very night, maybe they would have taken offense as if I had not listened. So I settled on smoking it in the school’s courtyard that prepared for administration, nursery and… police academy!

Of course I wondered if 50 would have been enough, but at the time I was sure there was that “bonus” 100 in the sock resting in the shoes at my bare feet, not so sure about what was left in my wallet. I felt happy about my Spanish and realized that the 116 hours1/2 of classes had paid off. Much more tangible evaluation than a graded paper!

Mixed feeling arose when comprehension dawned; I just had contributed to corruption… But hey I’ll keep my Sunday engagements! Can’t get it all but somehow I don’t really feel bummed by that just right now.

Cat finding shelter in the afternoon rain

            Washed my feet wishing that the 16^th century colonial cathedral’s surveillances cameras had been a little less keen on betraying me. I had enjoyed the moment for less than 10 minutes, but enjoyed it truly. Dried wondering why some people find the need to make up stories.

Much love,

Scott

Pisac

Beautiful saturday evening full moon. An hour witnessed me statuesque taking in the moon.

Last Sunday I went to Pisac, I had found an email and corresponded with a Shaman or as she calls herself a shawoman. On Saturday evening I joined a group that is offering a sort of nightlife tour package of Cusco, with free drinks, discounts, entries and shot in between, just to be sure. And met a young chap that was going the next day to Pisac to see a friend shaman, so I did not need to look for the bus stop, and met two shaman instead of one! The first one is a shipibo Peruvian (a tribe from the forest).

start of the evening saturday.

            We met at plaza de Armas at one and walked to the bus stop with another guy which could or could never be a friend, but I keep bumping into him, the kind of person that very similar in a weird way, kind maybe to similar and yet so different. Anyways enjoyed the ride as my companion gently slept into a Sunday nap. Arrived at 2h45 time of a rendez vous with other young and beautiful people. We could have been a band! Hehe. The last contact I had with Shawoman was her answer that I could visit on Sunday, I had not confirmed since then, but life is different here pertaining to punctuality and the necessity of squaring everything. As I wondered the streets I found the Shawoman’s number on a flyer on a random. Ate a brownie and coffee for they had not yet lunched. And took a bike-car or whatever their name is to taray. And walked a beautiful path to the shipibo shaman’s house from there. The place itself is very strong, bordering the face of a south side of a deep valley. His house’s interior is well thought and beautifully decorated, adorning his walls are paintings of his own making, very colourful and strong hints of what can be expected of Ayahuasca visions. His companion and kids speak friench ( yeah I meant French but somehow friend really wanted to get in there) we “waited” for half an hour for his return. He showed the ceremonial room, must be a really interesting experience for I would have pictured outside in a strong place.

Pisac main (and only?) bridge. People run on the road between car's passing.

            He told us what was to expect and that it is dangerous, and that 30% of people die especially with white shamans. Of course people have died in relation to the enterprise, alike mixes with prozac and inconsiderate business shamans. And 30% is way overboard, with the continual flux of Ayahuasca tourism it would be very well know if one in three died. Anyways, he jauged our state by grasping our right wrist with his left hand and putting his right hand on me head. He said that either is was not very evolved or very evolved but lacked an operative word. Hope it wasn’t “not evolved” hehe.

Fun decorations!

            Later he offered to the young chap that introduced us if he wanted to smoke, turned to me and asked if I smoke, told him I was thankfull and would join them but not partake as I did not want to meet the other shaman in an altered state of mind, he put a generous amount of the flowery objet in my hands. Enjoyed to front yard view as the generously partook in the praxis. Then realized a taxi was parked right at the end of the path. His house is the only one for miles, and the shaman realized he had yet to pay him.

            He is a smaller man but big for “mountain Peruvians” energetic with a smile alike a companion, he made me smell a plant which odor is very enthralling and explained how it is used in the beginning to cleanse the male energies, the femal pendant was on the other side to the path leading to the house, gave me a part of it, and it still smels very good.

Old school email boxes?

             We walked back as the path was closing in dusk. At Taray I let them leave on their own as I wanted to check if the other shaman’s place was between here and there. Used the number I collected from Pisac’s random door and figured it was further. Took a bikcab to kilometer 3 and met with Marina, a French Woman. We spoke mostly in French an was able to ask all questions pertaining to my research. She was surprised by the gift the other shaman had given me as it can cloud the third eye (or temporal lobe for people who prefer occidental mechanical views). 

Happy coffee

Explained how Ayahuasca was Hardly a drug as you don’t often see a bored chap alone just having a sip for fun and that it was a very wise substance as I would bring what was necessary to ones very own path. Sounded taylor made. As we spoke my cellphone turned off for lack or stored energy. Left with a much cleared vision of the experience I can encounter, she told me about a beautiful path longing a river, and as the moon was full night before I discovered that route under her gentle eyes, I decided to indulge in catnip and had a very beautiful moment discovering a route at night. It was very clear, and as much as I did walk into a puddle twice, diligently using both feet, I still very much enjoyed the moment, plus I have magic shoes so my feet were dry. Walk was timeless and arrived in pisac some time later. As I followed the main road my sight was intrigued by a very present statue of an Inca waterside and choose to long the water, as the bus stop is right before the bridge. Happened upon a construction site, as I was browsing option to cross a bridge under construction jumping around (because Scott doesn’t like to go back) a puny dog started barking trying to protect whatever but not my respect for him. Became aggressive and felt embarrassed as I did not want to hurt the thingy, did realize there was a place where kidding it would have seemed fun, but a minute feeling compared to the fact I do no harm. Went back slowly but the stupid idiot nibbled my calf, boy was it scared!

Moon watching over me as I discovered a beautiful path. The moment was very strong.
Loved it and was very happy of life offering such experiences.

            It did not tear fabric of my pants but did draw a little blood. But now, it has been long enough and my mental, physical and emotional stability has not changed so no rabies!!!who-hoo! The wound is minute, clear and healing.

            Waited at the busstop, hourless, and had fun being shy for a time. Did not take the taxi that emerged of a pack or barking dogs that asked for “Cusco?”. But did go up to a van cargoing people and told me 7 soles. Good enough. Was left in an unkown street in the high city, the chauffeur produced directions to the center, I listened to “next one to the right” took the novel path and suddenly happened upon a very reconisable place close to the center. Was fun being surprised like that. I was just one small street away from the well know neighborhood, hidden between grand axis’ I very much know.

            Back home and saw that my arrival was flirting with midnight. Took a few minutes to wash out and went to bed, fulfilled after a strongly energetic and spiritual journey.

The last street before I joined known ground again

            Today I met another Shaman, at my favourite plaza and he reminds me of a very good friend, but that is another story.

Much love,

Scott

I've been feeling

Sometimes you're just having a bad day

I’ve been feeling (home)sick last week (week before in truth), mostly missing my god friends,  I have been over exerting myself in week ends. I tend to forget my sensitivity sometimes. But I have been recuperating a lot faster. I am now able to undertake enterprises that I would have been way to weak to try 10 years ago. Furthermore It would have taken months to get over some emotions. I am still battling with unfinished business from my teenage years. But I can be depressed on Monday morning and simply look at it and let it go and be fine an grander by Tuesday. I am truly thankfull for my ability to “reconstitute” in such a swift manner. I can expose myself to a lot more ! I oft have the feeling I should relax more but It’ll happen. Furthermore the difficulties I have or the actions that take a lot of energy are actually far from the field of the unfinished business I have to look at. 

holes in the street's walls will often reveal open spaces.

I feel I cannot stay “locked” officially for long (class room and such) I need the flow. But social interaction, the domain where lies much work to do, seldom brings me to the place where I cannot stand it. I can feel worse with a really cool teacher entertaining a very nice conversation that being with unfit people in a space where I can simply leave at any moment. Of course physically I can always just open the door, but that does not void the implicit contract between two parties in a constructed setting such as official business.

Orphanage interior courtyard. Often have beautiful sundowns at the end of the duh!

Later in my life I wrote….

            Yeah I just realized that I did something really stupid. I took one of the hardest decision of my life…. and then went very far away from my friends. Hehe. Oh man how did I not see this coming?

There are a lot of different ways to build houses in Perù.

            Well I’ve been feeling the hurt this past week. I guess it’s like eating, if you stop eating crap for a bit your body will grasp that opportunity like a drowning man gasping for air and expel toxins as fast as possible. So yeah it’s not unfair, or a cosmic riddle, that you feel like crap if you all of a sudden go vegan. And I’m starting to realise that this metaphor might not be the most appropriate. Anyways.

            Now I’m living alone and, well, have been feeling good, until all the feelings of insecurity and loneliness came arising about. Now already feel better though (always takes a few day to get used to a new living space), the rashes are slowly recessing, my “skin” becomes clearer and well I can see that I cannot count on anybody else to “guarantee” happiness, I’ll just end up becoming dependent and that’s the hard fall on asphalt, I simply cannot be dependent, it’s not a choice, it is who I am. Of course this does not void the happiness brought about meeting much loved people. So yeah, fun times! Yet it is, in truth, quite fun for I can only walk a path that will ultimately bring freedom, I will become a man that can be happy where ever (it is already possible of course) but what I want to express I guess is that I have the opportunity to have a go at true independence.

Skies are beautiful in Cusco

            Yet very hard moments, nonetheless I do love the paradox that I can know that life will be so different and “huger” that what I can imagine in my craziest dreams. I truly know that, it is obvious! And yet I cannot, in any ways have an inkling of the size, the width, the humongousness of what is to come. Each time I get surprised, amazed, fall on my but and “WOW!”. I just love how I can know that I cannot see it comming! How I just keep getting blasted out of my mind! Of course in retrospect the trail is clear and the clues are borders of my choice’s path!

            I love how mental is so limited. He know thing beyond his reach will come and there he is trying to wrap it’s mind around it. No possible johnny! But please do have fun trying little mind brain!  Hehe

            Anyways. Have a lot of interesting things to say (hopefully for you)

Me Penthouse!

Things about living places. (I just moved in) about how Peruvians are Chinese, about Andes and Himalaya sister energies and Orphans. I did really download much pictures of the orphanage and must compile more information about Andean Spirituality before sharing information but I will say that I have had the pleasure or shifting from college party crapop music to encountering “energy sphere travelers” (yeah very clear aintit?). Of course I’ll be going out still.

Yet Things are setting themselves, I feel confident in Spanish now and can express myself with more gusto, in just a few week I’ll have free mornings and probably will have the leisure of trying the “perfect” yoga week ( yoga class every day!!!!). plus hitting gym. My actual teacher is even better than the one before. By better I mean closer to my way of doing, being and seing the world. I learn more and time goes by faster, we are alike on some levels, yet as boredom is not a problem in my life. I do get to feel I could enjoy more time. Alike this blog that has been publicationshy this last week. For a lack of time, and truly feelings too maelstromic to publish. ( yeah I now! it can happen to me!)

Had a small hosting yesterday (picture not directly related, simply my living room). was much fun! 

I have been discovering a great deal about myself lately. Loneliness often brings it’s friend realization, he’s just shy like a kid and hides behind loneliness, so kinda have to look at loneliness and interact and be patient and calm if you want to meet realization.

            Somehow I feel better because last night I went to bed scared that I would have nightmare but had clear and significant dreams instead. I have been sleeping very well thank you. It is hotter than my previous Cuzco bedroom so I can sleep in my birth suit and not be encumbered by discomfort. I do feel there is energy in my place and it is not dreadful yet I still have not got a clear read. As usual with me it is probably a good spirit. I simply must grow a bit more to understand.  The place in itself is perfect!! Kitchen, I’ve stocked with tomatoes, spinash, parsnips (0,80 soles for 650grams!) pinapple, mango, carrots, cucumber, avocado, lime, papaya, pepper, chili peppers, broccoli, salad, beets, honey, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, tamarind, Cocoa Butter, Cocoa powder, bananas, lentils, chickpeas, split peas. All incredibly cheap. Unfortunately I believe most are neither organic nor close to. I have been passing shops that supposedly are for agricultural purposed but all I see is pvc plastic white bottles with pictures of women in thongs with obscure names promoting rapid growth. The taste of some fruits is very bland compared to their organic pendants.

My very own kitchen! 

            No wifi makes for a calm place. I’ve been sleeping like rarely I do, weel more precisely like I do up in the mountains or when I simply am not close to big, cities, or wifi or cellphones. Truth be told I have enough experience now to know that I truly sleep better without radiowave of some sorts.

Should have taken more time to choose a title

Belltower near school

It is fun how weeks can be so full and so different yet. This week, I discovered the orphanage, met a new teacher (which is thankfully as good as the one before and actually corresponds better than the one before) I have been sick (orl) and moved in a new apartment. It is actually a small house, with living room, kitchen, bathroom, and beds on the second floor mezzanine! I feel like a rich man, it is the biggest place I have rented alone (or in a couple)  in this lifetime. The price is cheap, although most gringos will be looking for a better deal. What the deal with better deals anyways? Perù is a country in political and economical turmoil, we on the other hand have so much buying power we use a lot of crap back home. So yeah sometimes I’ll haggle but I often end up feeling a bit bad. They bend most rules for tourists (although I have not asked for it). It is actually illegal to smoke in the streets.

They Also sell cats in small tiendas (just kidding)

            Wow, it is the first time I don’t really know what to write, certainly because this week has been filled with intimate emotions that I shall not share in such a media. I’ll write more about the orphanage later when I know more.

Drawing "class"

            Yet they are very nice and have an easy healthy relationship to touch, hug bear!

They help each other and care for the younger one, a bit more complex when they have the same age. Especially when they are pre teen, like that in a lot of industrialized places I guess.

            In hotchscotch the “sky” spot is replaced by “mom” and “dad”. And during a birthday when Brandon was asked what to wish for I couldnt help myself and think he might want a family. They have very few possessions and yet some leave them everywhere. A child offered drugs, or asked for them, I don’t know he seemed “out of it”, but what you don’t know you don’t know, he might have been physically abused to a point in which is brain is damaged.

            I was called a professora, and I mostly draw alongside them, trying to make them draw of their own volition and try new stuff. I only recently realized that a kid would come in to simply copy a paper and leave, I suspect he was told he had to do this, so he is contempt to do a thing and leave. Others comes early and I must “kick them out”, drawing without models and being very invested. Hey they even managed to try a few exercises, and I think what I explained have gone through to them.

Cusco! (what do you expect I'll be living here for 3 more months)

            Yesterday saw a Peruvian movie on los terrucos I feel the story took place 20-30 years ago. Very interesting movie. Liked it. I understand more the fear of the people. Often around me there is some sort of scare. You might be…this might happen….yadiyada. of course you might. It is just sometimes weird how in spite of themselves they seem to choose such a reality, seem to create that vision. Thankfully I have no problems with that, “what I have to work on” is in another area of life.

            Speaking of which, I have no wifi at my new place. It was a bit harrowing at first. But I just realized I’ll be free of expectations. Most of the gringo community operates through facebook. And I have spent a few minutes in evenings waiting for a bit whilst others would make their minds. I enjoyed going out with them and sometimes was worth the wait. But really, Waiting’s not my thing. I can show up early and “do something” with the time remaining. You know when you have a meeting and are early you simply have “free time with yourself until” but waiting for others to choose, yeah not really.

            Big plus I have checked on the "airport" and seems only a little parasitic wifi reaches my place, placebo or not I have slept very well!

Yeah cooking again! since more than 50 days!!!! (also selfie with "no hands")

            I actually feel more free, more at home without wifi. It is trully a private place. Internet does not “butt in” my house. Went to bed earlier too. It’ll make me good not to go out if there is no plan. Interestingly enough without wifi and moving in sick makes a combination for peace and taking care of myself. I think I’ll be quite happy there. You know how we all have that “moment” we are waiting for to “write that book” or “start painting” or whatever we tell ourselves we will do “one day” (and some of us literally do it for one day only). Well I kind of have that setting right there. I am actually looking forward to seeing how it feels to live without internet. How crazy is that? That medium is so strong I have to redo the experience of living without it as I have actually already done that for the 10-15 first years of my life. I bought my first personal computer when I was 19! Yet 27 and must undergo a withdrawal from domestic Internet. I do not know how many herbal teas I’ll purchase in order to “be connected” (go to a coffee shop I mean). Weird how it is more important for everyday life here than to keep in touch with strong friends back home.

Couldn't help myself. (pour les francophones surtout)

Oddly enough I find myself missing Alaska.

I have been thinking of home this past week. The “spiritual” people I have met in Cusco keep trying to make me believe I’ll never leave the place. As if they are proud of being stuck here. Don’t get me wrong, it is a very interesting place with a strong energy, the things I have learned are very interesting and I find a community that would be expressed a “hippies that succeeded”. Not stoners that have a truthful research for life, but they have this weird pride of having found the “best place” as if they had created it themselves. And truth be told, perhaps because I was orl sick I miss the clean fresh air of the Swiss mountains. Maybe I should go out this week end (out of the city) but I have been almost every week end and it does not change the week day pollution. Weird I am taken by a bout of searching “the best pandemic movie of all times” on the google. People around me, today in this coffee shop, have been coughing alike me.

So much more on my mind

Tell me about the skies!

Yeah I just reread what I thought was a small entry (like a paragraph or two) man can I go on! Anyways, behind again. But I want to post something but I am departing from the wifi spot (a nice bar by the way the cross keyes). And I have not finished my actual post so I will post this one instead (I think a couple post might be swallowed by time itself and “never” be published).

Love love

medley rondom

Who cares? let's just get drunk. what the...?

 how crazy it is that having not posted for 4 days I am falling behind already. I have to write more in my french blog I believe. anyways here's a small medley

            I have filled up my notebook. So here’s a post to defragment what I wrote in it. Not all is there. And I have already left it at home, so might have to do a consciouss effort to redeem the remaining texts from it.

            “the trail starts behind the church”

The other day I was tired, I dropped a 20 bill in the street, later I forgot 40 of change in a store. In both occasions Peruvian brought me the money back.

No barrier between crops and properties. You could walk freely!

Even in the warmth and security of a loving household, nieched in the naiveté of childhood, Sunday evenings were often a sad moment for me, not necessary because of Monday. Simply it is an end.

During the strike they aired ever so slighty, sound of stadium cheer at the same moment the leaders would speak. At one point an elder took the mike and the crowd became silent, le recorded cheer was eerie to discover (and a bit delicious for the mind too)

Thankfully I go to the bathroom a lot more than to macdonalds.

To all the taxis in Cusco: when I stop to look at the skies I am not waiting. Thanks though!

I believe in free will as much as I don’t believe in coincidences. ;-D

DuckFace music!

People you see once without realizing and then you see them again you get that weird feeling that somehow you know them. I guess that’s how the “have I met you before?” line works.

Oddly enough, zombies makes me think of Yoga colleagues.

This is no doubt the grandest era in humanity’s tiny life span. I can listen to music privately under the sky. Generated without matter and recorded shocking yesterday!

Street vendor to old American tourist: “what is your name miss?”

She “I don’t know I don’t have one”

In Geneva I look for colorful clothes and here In Cusco fi find myself looking for white cotton clothes.

To do list: see beautiful women squash grapes with bare feet.

Now I have to re-read my blog to see if I already wrote something.

at the same time...

1990s desktop picture anyone?

Let’s just assume that I am in a plane right now (and I am in a way;-) because I am going to start way up there with a text I wrote walking back “home”:

Guardians...

            “When I listen to music, walking under the sky I hear the gods speaking to my soul, touching ever so slightly my heart with the tips of their fingers. Their breath renders my earthly body timeless. I shed love and the wake of torment shake people from their dearest slumber. At that time I am merely but an immaterial vector. The only crystal that remains after dissolution is one of simple pure love.”

Yeah! go Bernd!

            Yeah… hehehe

What people say; I am crazy, I am tormented and let’s throw in a compliment: well I don’t have one right now. Anyways I have been told…okay I’ll search for “its”.

yeah no too much rubble.

In a nutshell what I’ll happily express as esteem for the candor of my expression has been “impressing(?)” others. It is very touching, also kind of weird, when I hear that I am sharing very intimate things when for me it appears quite removed from the sweeping strength of emotions I am lucky to experience. Especially that I feel I yet lack the strength to express grand fears (different from phobias), I clearly touch sometimes the moment where I naturally would go to an action and then feel that it could crumble my world. Oddly enough saying that makes the scare shrink incredibly, it gives me the desire to dare. Every scary action that I ever choose to be, simply vanished in a plume of past in front of the disappearing wall of expectations.

Carved stone in site off the path. I felt a presence there, it was strong and wise.

            One of my ultimate goals in life is to be able to assume every spoken word and deed ever in front of everybody. Total visibility! to access the very essence of honesty, of truth. So, yeah! Not such a big deal on my part what I share with you (doesn’t mean I do not care about sharing, that I am not touched that you read it or very grateful for your feedback). Heck, I don’t think there must be more than a couple o’ persons in Cusco who know that my mother is the eldest of direct lineage before me, so I am still removed from mastering the total visibility thing.

I don't remember taking this picture and there they are! double faces!

 Maybe I should just blurt out in the middle of a silence in front of a table full of people (that I don’t really know) that my father “died” when I was fourteen (odd that I wrote that… I was thirteen). Weirdly I, for if only a fragment of instant, am granted access to the perception of an easy mind set of how this is “very sad”, as I laugh my but off imagining the scene!  Hey at least I just spared you that awkward moment when most do not know what to say. Probably because there is not much to say. Although don’t be sorry, it serves no purpose (like fear by the way, winky wink) I am grateful for my life, partly because I get to have the illusion it has a length in time when I can only ever feel the present time (future being imagination and past, memories). I guess that’s the key illusion in our evolution, we get to compare “other selves” with “I am”.

Eerie talking winds in the fields.

            Now I really have to become a spiritual master so that I can learn to bilocate, and be with people as the same time I am writing at the same time I am dancing at the same time I am creating music at the same time I am loving at the same time I am touching lives of very dear souls at the same time I am thanking you at the same time I am praying for the greater good at the same time I am enjoying the pleasure at the same time I loose myself at the same same time I am 90% of water at the same time ending is not real.

They were waiting for me as I was taking pictures of the ground

            And now I do not know If I should cut this up and do poems, of course not! everything is in its right form and you only ever experience the path opened by your choices. But I am scared to love, maybe that might be the biggest torment. And I found my favorite word yet in espagnol: la tormenta. The storm!!!

Water and time,  hand in hand.

Like I already said (and wrote?) Thunder is the best sound in nature after women, this could be a good summary of the fabric that this incarnation is made of.

Each time I push myself and “ose”. (it is a huge word that lacks deeply in the English, it is a word that is courage expressed in verb, far from “try” which is alike “wanting” in the way that it expresses the fact of “not doing”, it takes the very space open for “it happens”)  So when I “dare” (closest word but has somehow a taste of arrogance) to express such things it grows me so much! I just get the feeling it needs to express even more as life becomes so grand. For the sole limits of your existence are set by your beliefs and none other (the beliefs of others are nonetheless accepted by us at one point or another, nothing ever escapes the grasp of our choices.)

And I find myself in a space where I might be swept away from the terrible strength of my feelings, where I must find a way to most effectively share and I am laughing for I realise that I have not been composing music for long. As much as it fades and breathes, The composition, Creation regulates energies. And the twisted side of “I” saddens at the thought many do not even contemplate creating. Yet that is unimportant as best. For every body can drastically change at any moment. Even more simply, can lightly start the path to essence of creation. And thankfulness swoops down and cradles me in the ever warmest tear of joy. As it is very much real and possible that every soldier could simply stop and war would be over. Hey I just remembered an idea for a short story. (guess what it is!) I think it was the one I was specifically looking for! Yay, creation: 1 nothing else: 0.

Skies are the proof we already are in the kingdom of God!

            Oh how life is a quirky little joker as I get to experience both sides of the circle, now just how do you look both ways ?

But now music!

View from the front window of our ride. Religious protection that hinders your sight. love it!

Ps nothing should ever make you reconsider an idea that knocked at your door freely with a present in its hand.

Hugs

Me a free roam Chicken!