Powers!

Face and snake traveling around

            We all have powers, some mental, some physical, some emotional, some spiritual and, of course, some metaphysic. It is impossible to not have power as much as it is not possible to withdraw from matter. Of course you can suicide yourself, but in my regards suicide pertains to mental illness or extreme spirituality, seldom has one taken his own life in a manner to avoid matter, that would die because (s)he did not like matter itself.

Four shadows and an encounter

For example: randomness! I do not belive randomness exists. Quite simple really, if it did exist, how could atoms ever bind? how could there be stable relationship between different elements? could they even establish a bond? There would be no physical correlation, my body could not take form through time, It would shift endlessly with no stability. I would want to say cookie but instead a dinosaur would appear out of thin air in Uzbekistan, that would be true randomness. 

Stability in the flow of time

We can perceive things as being random, if robbed from the fact that every situation in our life is direct consequence of our choices. As written before, every death is simply the end of a series of choices, in a manner your death is consequence of choices, some of you realize I translate, for death is and can only be your choice. It is more obvious with the example such as lung cancer in a human that smokes poison or a drunken reckless car crash. Looking back can be beneficial in that way. In “present state” when we have to make choices pertaining to future plans there seems to be so many paths, but looking back the illusion shifts to “one path”, the path taken. It quite clear then what choices lead to the situations you were to experience. There is only path that has been carved by your choices. Your life is of your own devising, there is no other truth. We are ultimately free, we are born without prejudice, for every situation we find ourselves, we can choose to simply leave the situation. It is always a choice to experience a situation, even the situations that appear injust ask for quite an elaborate series of events, confinement, in which ever way, is the result of a series of choices.

Mindlessness

The best compass for your true path, is that feeling of “this is crazy, I should not be doing this but this is so cool, this is who I'd choose to be!” the feeling that it would be a very strong choice to do such thing, with the tingle that you are about to “change your life forever”. Nothing will ever be the same and that with that action you could actually live the dream. That feeling that will most probably bring on quite some anticipation, and doubt right before entering the moment in which you confirm your choice, the moment when you are just about to experience everything that you have walked up to. You’ll want to withdraw, strong moments can be intimidating, but by going through with it, choosing to actively shape your life, your passage into this existence, you make a statement of who you are, how you interact with others. Who you choose to be is more than enough a message to help others along their own path. Not only trying to be someone else will deserve yourself but others too. Most importantly you deserve to be yourself, there is nothing else to do.

A bat in the Night

A big and common concern when going further, deeper and higher in you own path is the one of disassociating with “the masses”. I tell you this, your community of spirit exists ultimately, there will always be others to meet, you can only meet like wise souls. With making the choices your heart yearn for, it will naturally follow you will spend time with those adequate. There is no need to actively avoid “bad people for you” when you follow your heart. Fear not of climbing that mountain of yours, because there would be less people on the summit, the ones you share summits with are more than enough. The summit itself is enough and you will shift from needing others to being there for them, the nourishment will become mutual, free and more than the sum of its parts, encounters will grow you personal freedom instead of coercing your mind-brain-thingy into thinking you can not have freedom. I tell you this, you cannot not be free, but you are free to believe you are not. Your freedom creates the impact of choice, everything is your choice, if you were not free you could not have choice. But choice is much more direct than expectations. If you expect a direct consequence in mental logic, alike if I give something I am to receive something back, be prepared to be deceived. There is no exchange, you can only give freely and receive freely, but they are as far apart as searching and finding are. If you search there is no guarantee that you will find, if you know what to look for then you are not searching you already have found, merely enjoying putting the act off for later. You do not need to search to find. If you “give”, in hope of receiving, then you are not giving merely playing a game of manipulation trying to entice another into your world of expectations. Don’t refrain from giving but do allow yourself the pleasure of offering freely, it is so gratifying. Furthermore you will not bind yourself to expectations. Hope for the best but remain free of expectations of it. Never wait, there is so much to experience. Yet you can enjoy the scenery whilst rejoicing in the fact you choose to meet another soul soon, in the place you are now.

Choice is the biggest power of all.

Our consciousness gives rise to the shapes of our experience.

Much love

Scott

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

Knowledge Gleaned

With time, (and cars,) it will be crushed to sand again.

 Knowledge gleaned:           

           

            1000 years of peace has already been achieved.

In ancient times people would walk the, nowadays touristic, paths to the top of the mountain to die there! Not everybody of course, don’t be so cathegoric! Yet some would start the mountain to go to their death. Truth be told it was the fantasy I had about dying when I was a teenager. I would fall from a very high mountain in a thunderstorm and never hit the ground. I guess it must speak to a very primal yearning.

Still what a feeling! What an experience! A journey into the next level of existence. I can’t keep myself from thinking it must have been a most incredible journey, the paradox of having to survive (with equipment much less comfortable than now) until the right place to die. And then transform into another state of being. Some must have believed they were becoming gods!

            During the day of the Incas emperors, society would organize itself according to rank and status. It was an accepted practice to bind the skull of growing children with diverse textiles to give them specific shapes, usually creating a more oblong form with the top of the skull protruding higher even. Another custom was to mummify kings and chiefs in a fetal position and put them in jars. The folk would then hang out with the dead, bringing them around in jars, feeding them and talking with them, to a point there would be tribes following the orders of dead people, each one having their own king. There would be fights between different groups because each one believed their king was the king, even if there was a king alive at the time.

Happy... Happy!

            Yo do not need to do anything to go very fast (the earth spinning very fast) I got a taste of that when I looked into a telescope for the first time in my conscious life and saw Jupiter move out of the focal very fast! Same thing as the last few seconds of a sunset, each one comes faster and faster!

            Time is our creation and we have to go to great lengths to keep it alive. I don’t even see the point (yes my brain capacities do allow me to understand all rational excuses) we tend to naturally forget about it.

Aren’t they the best of experiences when we forget “how long we have been here” or “oh my it is that time already”. We should just give it up. Keep the days more or less. I mean we are off by 8 minutes per year even with the leap day shenanigans and uneven months, plus our time is based on the sun not the universe or even our galaxy. Of course there’s atomic clocks but it is still based on subjective things such as the movement of our planet the beating of our heart etc. How can one believe it is so structured, so rigid, so necessary when we never, ever experience the same moment? All moments are different! Always! How come we want to have illusion of standards? And don’t get me started on the necessity of having standards in the actual state of the world. Doesn’t mean I wont behave;-)

Punctual Rain

            The other day I discovered the San Blas neighborhood, very much bohème. I actually walked past a handmade instrument store (une lutherie) and well, I ventured inside, and the woman said “the owner’s here I’ll bring him”. I answered something alike “fuldubuls…. What ehh.. okay… bidiubudup” I was scared of being engaged, of committing...if only to meet a creator, even!

 It is cute how with smartphones and “fast” medias, I believe it is has become harder to commit. You have to confirm 20 billion times now and you can withdraw at the last minute, simply by forcing a text alike "sorry but I won’t make it." I liked the childhood when you would plan a few days before and then be there. And If you weren’t, you would have a real reason or loose a bit of esteem (I guess that still happens). Also when you called someone you would call the family, you had to have balls and well it was more secure in a way. You would also get to meet a group of people by calling one, not meeting hand picked people. Seemed more rich. Less of a problem meeting parents too. Nowadays you can just spring up on your parents “ I have been with someone for months, here (s)he is!” How weird is that? (it’s also kinda fun too, honestly)

Do you feel like the "Special Airport" menu?

Was our word worth more? Were we more able to commit? Maybe we were more patient. Had a longer span of attention? I like setting up a meeting for a week later and actually being there one week later with no further contact, but I have been feeling the uncertainty in the eyes of other party. Yet I must confess, I recently stood up somebody (I believe it might be the first time since very long, if not my conscious life). In the past I have called last minute to cancel, I have avoided people but I very rarely stood up someone. And well saying all this, I just stood up somebody recently. Tee-hee Truth be told only days before I had more or less a how do you say? “Understanding” we would meet at a place I’ll call “A” and when I produced myself, there were not there, which is kinda too bad for they seemed interesting. And well I suggested a meet at “A” with some other persons a week later but arrived 30min-1 hour late and they were not there, I probably was scared of being stood up again.  Well both parties were a bit unsure and I guess that’s what happens when nobody is clear. Now the place is becoming really weird to me.

What is fun is that we have no way of communicating and we do not know each other’s last names and supposedly they already left Cuzco. So I will never know if I did stand (?) them up, or if I managed to create a situation in which I am stood up but do not realize it!

You can't escape happiness, power and prosperity

            So yeah, it’s not because it IS possible to plan ahead and have a meeting without confirming that it will forgo every possibility of randomness. I am just a bit confused at how we got to become so whimsical, to have a hard time planning ahead. A hard time committing (although I can appreciate someone telling me that they are not in a position to commit, I always enjoy consciousness anyways;-)

I wonder why he came around.

Actually a pretty cool dog.

It is a question of scale I guess. We can plan for trips weeks ahead, but a meeting one week ahead without confirmation seems quite rare nowadays. I believe the ones with more experience than me can relate to that quite easily, and you probably still do it often. Simply seems like it is harder for my generation to abide by one word without having to confirm. Which goes back to the aforementioned sentence. If I say something, If I offer, it stands at least a modest amount of time. It has some backbone against the trial of time. Ohh scary I’m putting down in words (and publishing) somewhat of a commitment.

Love you all!

Ps. Yeah! I played music with the Luther for half an hour and had a very nice moment! With altitude, blowing and pleasure I left quite “tappsy” (happy tipsy without alcohol, yeah?)

Strike!

A lot of energy in the streets of Cuzco

Today is the second day of a 48h strike in Cusco. And well here everybody strikes! I think only some government related “businesses” were be open. And a small fragment of shops and restaurants, mostly hole in the walls. People seem to eat off the streets and there are more than enough persons who cooked (and sold) food in open air to cater for the needs of the people. It is more than just the usual vendors although; it is quite common in Cusco to eat “a bite” in open air for lunch. 

People wandering around free of the danger of cars, or their pollution

            The first difference I notice when going out of the house, is the freshness of the air. Indeed, no cars (or the closest I ever saw in a big city). I guess good can arise from a bad situation (state of politics not the strike itself). It feels great, I can finally access the feeling of being at the mountain, in Switzerland most mountain places have a pretty good quality of the air (except ski resorts).

Ironically makes me think of a Religious March with all the crosses. Christianity has somewhat of an importance in Cusquenian life although I have been discovering different relationships to spirituality in local folk

            And I see a minute but effective marching band! They really have a festive charisma, that group! It takes the form of a parade, every social entity has it’s own banner and has its own chant and variation of their proclamations.

            (A small parenthesis to express the fact that I am actually doing a tour of cusco’s bakeries and coffee places so I am starting to be quite knowledgeable. If you just arrived and are retrospectively reading Blog do not hesitate to ask my opinion. Today a mochachino and cheesecake de sauca at Yanapay restaurant!)

Rain would not stop them

            Between the marching band, the honking, the loud firecrackers and whistling, I find myself oddly transported in a contemporary pirate scene!

            And I discover myself thinking that maybe the lack of cars, the freedom to walk without danger might just contribute in some manner to a larger sense of fresh air. Opportunity and liberty seems to be adding to that feeling of “healthyness”

Crosses and Coffins will be offered to fire

            Strike for a main reason: price of gas rised from 32c to 45c. I honestly do not know for which quantity but it does not change the fact that it is a more or less 29% rise in one increment. They are also marching against the construction of an airport in the close by site of Chincheron. Construction has not begun but the leveling of the ground is nearly complete. 

As a white man I felt kind of out-of-place although quite happy about being witness to a population that would actually rise together in solidarity and stand up for what they believe. Of course they seem to have it worse, and that might just motivate them more, nonetheless it is a rejoicing site that to see humans come together for a cause! The only thing I truly missed in Switzerland was the manifestation that took place after a saddening vote on foreign policy, which also is somewhat of a “bite the hand that is feeding you” move on our part.

"Stop the abuse from central government". Hi starbucks

            Cusquenians were revolting against corruption and the cost of life, when I think of the prices of some things, alike simply food in the markets, I would have a hard time sustaining my actual lifestyle like what I have come to understand of Cusquenian living standards (which despite the economic difference is still more modest than back at home, I do go out more but I have only bought two books in three weeks). Supposedly 54% of Peruvians are poor, I must confess I did not know who said that and the sentence lacks definition, nonetheless it gives quite an image. The other day our rafting guide (which oddly reminds me I have to try to contact Matthew Aitken again about his coming to peru soon…if you see him). So the guide explained that in Perù, there is an institutionalized opportunity to revote on an actual presidency after two years (of a four year seat). There is then a vote that is simply a matter of yes/no. If "no" elections are set up to institute a new government. Today I saw a lot of Cusquenians express the desire for such a change.

one of the passageways surrounding the main square, Plaza de Armas

            Another point of contention (I’ll have to look it up) it seems an important source of water is actually destined to go to the town of Arequipa despite the cusquenians needing it. They claim it should go to them. I know not where it is situated and if the cusquenians benefited from it in the past.

Selfie with Paro and La Casa del Gobierno.

           They were some great two days; everybody seemed connected and ready to help each other. Of course scaredy cats can always find fear and negativity. Some groups would whistle at cars and there would be modest rock barricades to stop cars entering certain streets. But it can’t be that bad when there are strollers about and the grapes of cops are kidding around like teenagers. I even saw a woman selling cake on a plate with a sharp knife to cut it walking in the middle of the people. The violence was symbolic, a group brought two tied up mannequins (the object not the… objectified women…argh shit. I meant not actual humans) and kicked them and then burned them. 

Center of the movement

Simulated violence make for a strong message

Were burnt black crosses and coffin with the faces of who I would think are the actual president and his court. Not even the dogs tried to steal my food. I meet more people warning me and generally feeling concerned for my well being, than even having the feeling that I might be in a slightly tense situation. The only time I felt bad (a part from the haughty eyes in other white people) is when I saw a very clean big expensive black car slowly edging a corner with all windows tinted. Felt I should not kid with whoever needed a big black killing machine whilst being hidden completely (front windows also). Hidding is never a good sign. (well it can be fun with friends and family. BOO!)

Police showed no sign of aggression (at the time I was there)

            It felt archaic. People bonding outside of established rules. I truly believe cars and roads go a very long way in restricting natural flow. Streets are cut in two, psychologically you end up on one side of two, always.  When it is an open walk path, it is shared, it has become one common way. There will arise an essay on cars, yet I am simply honing my writing skills. they are different mediums, public journal and constructed text.

Police officers smiling and having fun. Yeah, she is kinda cute!

            In one street I saw a net set hanged between the two sides of the street and people were playing volley ball! Some were pretty good too.

            Seeing groups of police officers patrolling the city reminded me of ancient time (or different places) where living in warring tribes, we would see groups of warriors “looking out” for our well being.

Playing in the "taken back" streets of Cuzco

            I very much enjoyed those two days, walking in the middle of the road, breathing well, seeing lots of people standing up for their beliefs! Families and groups hanging together, the whole point and essence was through togetherness. Everywhere people meeting each other, big smiles and enthusiasm, “we are doing something here”!

Ashes In Cusquenian Skies

            And I just realized a lot less people trying to sell me something. Yesterday we had an interesting talk with Kimberley (a roommate) and she asked me why I could not live in Cusco, in a way it was not a fun move because I now realize what I am missing. hehe (other than loved ones outside of Cusco), but if you read this there is no bitterness and I prefer it that way.
 So I can’t live here without having a leaving date simply because the lakes or rivers are too far and I have not found a pool either. The other question would be that I would have to address the fact that “I have a dollar sign on me face” and well I do not like saying no, but what am I going to do with 45 pens, 32 ponchos, 15 hats, and enough bracelets to need only to wear sleeveless shirts? But I am getting very good at saying no (if ever need be, usually I am pretty good at not getting myself in such situations).  Also alike some places in Switzerland (do I have to pay 4.- each time I want to go up the top of the cathedra?l?) I would want to spend large amounts of time in beautiful places, but most have been “touristized” (another point addressed today during the strike) and you have to pay mucho dinero each time.

Life right behind the steps leading to the movement Spokesmen.

 Are those photographers seen as potential
helpers to spread the word? or are they just unimportant ?

I feel very native American: So there you are enjoying the grandeur of life and what it has to offer and then glabre folk that have skin alike they were just shot out of their mother arrive and throw around an unknown word. “to posses” and we are like "I don’t understand" but feel free to enjoy the same leisure than us, the great and generous land we love to respect, and then all of a sudden things are no longer free, there are conditions. Equilibrium is broken. Sure plenty will tell me "tourism regulation" it is to preserve places that we institutionalise, well big news! Nothing, no thing is eternal. Alike the “stone” in La Mecca, which has been whittled down by kisses only, to a point it is not allowed to kiss it year round, everything changes all the time. I am not particularly sad or frustrated I cannot visit Atlantis. 

what do we do? What is our place?

I miss a lot of things everyday (I do not have the opportunity to experience them), so please somebody else enjoy them even if that means that I cannot, ever again, experience it. Why would I have to be able to do everything, to appropriate myself the potential to everything if it keeps others from actually doing the things I do not? That’s the start of levels of comfort, of the luxury and privileges.

Yes you should offer special things to the ones you love and it is really nice to work with someone that is a friend, I understand that.
But keeping things... That’s it! It's about keeping things! it seems unpurposeful, and quite frankly an Illusion. I have a collection because it is cool to share it. A lot of my “possessions” are in the hand of somebody else but I forgot what or who. smile. It does not change the pleasure I had when offering to “lend” it. I usually enjoy buying something because I’ll get to show it, to share, to express my tastes, to express who I am, what I like and if it proves good enough transmit it:

“Man this is so cool! you have to see it!”

View from the top of the steps. leaders at the right (not in picture)

Much love from Perù, Scott!

Cusco Nights

I want to write more but am too tired so here's a few.

Some of the words written down during the week end nights. They are of all levels and intensities,

“Days that compete with weeks.”

“Much love, I am very much loved and in truth it is the grandest of honors and the best of luck. All my funny theories do not stand a chance in the light of the energy that is shared with me daily. I am very grateful for that! know that I hold you in great esteem! Encountering you is certainly the grandest of riches that I have been granted.”

            “I feel like a king that has no need for subjects”

            “You do realize that if you do not act upon your desire nothing will happen? You do realize one day you will die?”

“The ones who err and the ones who falls”

            “Eating a kebab looking at the moon.”