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Where We Go When We Die? Special journey transporter?
Where We Go When We Die
What We Can Look Forward To?
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My friend Ute, whom I am currently staying with in Divonne France and then have been in the company office that she works for and I may perhaps decide
to become more involved in Lausanne Switzerland told me this very good one (below) the other day that got me thinking. Life is a process, and I might
want to be planning ahead a little just in case someone has to do it for me, and I do like Tecate and Pacifico beer so maybe a nice big 6' 4" long
cervesa bottle or BIG TURTLE cervesa bottle specially made out of wood and hand painted with a Tecate logo and Pacifico logo will be the ticket or
launching ship I need to go to that special place one day.
Something like the one shown below would be nice to plant me in the Baja somewhere near and old cardon grove, and if my beans of simple ideas grow one
day after a good Baja rain I can sprout some greenery and go to this so called special place in style when the time comes.
Any such talented coffin makers in Baja California? If so, he or she probably has a steady stream of business I bet. if so, I might put my design and
order in early. 
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Where We Go When We Die:
A minister at a graveside service said one cold day in Kelowna BC: ?The journey to a destination that Gordon has embarked upon today must be to a
perfect location, for no traveler has ever returned to complain of the place.? my friend Ute Koessler from Switzerland explained this to me the other
day as Gordon was and still is a good friend of Ute's.
A real thought provoking comment made after Ute's good friend Gordon Conner?s funeral held on January 12, 1999. Gordon was Ute?s neighbor in Tungtsen
Northwest Territorities for 7 yearsand lived in Tungsten from 1984-89 and she said he liked the Baja. Wwwwhow Gordy Conner is in that special place,
and maybe just maybe one day I'LL get to MEET THIS special friend that Ute's speaks of so fondly. 
RandyMac
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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Almost bought the ticket last week...
I was warned the food over here in Switzerland would be a little different than Canada or Baja, but I didn't expect to have another near death
experience so soon just because of eating a simple New York strip steak and mushrooms with white asparagas.
It's think someone might have a hexer on me or maybe I do like to live on the edge of time, and it is no hit out on me, but more about the process of
life. So on to the fun part, as I always try to look on the bright side, and I might be testing myself out to see how much I can take for handling
pain or maybe I am just slightly offcenter and live on a different frequency.
Maybe Shoulda never made on off colored pixels of Margie last year. She mighta went to a curandero and bougt one of those dolls and stick pins? But
that is just an assumption, as I think she is a special person, as all people truly are inside.
My Weird yet Delightfully Bizzare and Wonderful Divonne France Food Adventure and Around the Looperoo to find myself in Geneva General and then Out in
Time for Dinner the Next Day:
Ate dinner felt fine, got to some reading later and whammo, I could hardly breath and move. As I made it to the thunderbowl, I was fading fast. Next
thing ya know I'm laying on ice cold tile floor and I can't move or feel most of my body.
I lay there for a while gasping for the invisible life sustance and after 25 minutes I was able to move a bit and make it down the hall by dragging my
sad sack fatwhacker carcass an inch at a time. My friend Ute, sleeps with ear plugs in. Got to the door of her room and she finally heard me whezzing
and laboring for air. I scared the crap outta her, but thank good for old Graham Bell god rest his brilliant soul, for inventing the telephone.
The ambulance attendants and 2 doctors show up about 5 minutes later as I'm laying their in agony trying to apologize to my fiend Ute from making a
mess in her bathroom and down her hallway, and then as they step into the room after pushing me from out in front of the door where I stopped from a
puff of air, or two, I realize that I should have paid more attention in school to my french lessons 28 years ago.
An IV inserted, EKG, and the tightening arm band of death for my viens in my left bicep. All the vitals are somewhat stabilized for the moment and I'm
off on a grand tour of upper France stapped to an ice cold gurny, and then off we go into Switzerland to find an available emergency room. Well, talk
about freezing my calionies off. I'm in my gotchies (canadian for underwear) and a little blanket on top of me which barely covers the gurny and we're
racing from one place to another, doing round about or gloietta after glorietta, so I said to myself, "Relax and enjoy the ride. It may be pitch
black, and if all that spinning in circles doesn't make you puke just enjoy the ride and try to visualize the beautiful scenary of France or
Switzerland, wherever we are?
Enter the most bright and beauty filled emergency room I've ever laid eyes on. It was worth the trip. I could have done without the poison mushrooms
to find this place, but what a sight to behold. The most beautiful nurses and female blood chemistry specialists I have ever laid my lookers on.
Thought I was already in that special place with Gordy Conner. Then I woke up. Gadgets and wires, EKGs, you name it, if it was in, near or close to
the Geneva University hospital emergency room, I was hooked up to it.
And no water. I was dryer than a popcorn fart and thought I was going to explode bowling balls. Then the big beeping sound. Thought I was going to do
the Big River Dance and Michael Flatliner for sure. False alarm. As the nurse slaps the little grey box, everything started blinking again and seemed
to function and showed an # of 220 over 144. Ahha carumba, is that in international standard numbers or am I ready for the blood basher jammer?
Don't exactly know what drugs they had in the IV sack, but I coulda swore that I saw frogs falling from the ceiling from all corners and they were
dancing off the florecent lights. Now old St. Christopher has lost some appeal over here, so it must be from poor sales of dashboard religious
saviers. I'm not the church going kinda guy, but being spiritual I decided, wy not, do a way of the hand this way or that way, and I was a making
every criss cross of my heart you can imagine. I wanna see the Baja one more time before they plant me, and I haven't even ordered my special Tecate
bottle casket and put it on the lay away plan.
And like I posted before, I always knew that agua or water was going to be the most precious thing on this planet. Lots of it and I can't get any of
it. I asked the old guy waking by with the colostomy bag, but my en francais is real weak. No go for the bag man. He wasn't parting with anything, and
I thought the bag he was carrying was a little on the rough looking great lake cleanup sludge side, so no go there.
Then I see a guy laying on the gurny wearing what looked to be a big hooka pipe hose strapped to his chin and hooked up to a la la land bong source.
He must have been in never never land, cause I couldn't get his attention for anyting. He keep staring at the ceiling like he was getting every dimes
worth outta a rerun of Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.
Then the nurse comes back into the room and asks me if I have any money in quasi french- english. Money? I'm thinking to myself. I'm in my gitchies
here madam, and you might be think I'm hiding my wallet or something inside my gotchies but I'm not exactly staying in backpacker hotel here. I don't
even have my passport stapled to my butt, so where would I be hiding my wallet? Finally I realize she's only trying to do an possession inventory of
my stuff. No boots, no pants, no shirt, has underwear, but there about the only things from keeping my jewels from climbing up to my chest from the
cold.
I ask her, do you want these as I point to my nice clean gotch. I remember: Mom always said, make sure you wear the clean ones, you never know when
your gonna be in a situation that could make you wish you had. Laundry day just before the steak and musroom dinner day. Whew!
So my bomba de sangreal is blasting up and down like a yo-yo in the hands of a little japanese kid that never saw one before. The black blood pressure
band is sqeezing the fles right to the bone each pump it takes, and then poh, puh, puhhuh, poh, puh, puhhuh, poh, puh, puhhuh, and the Alarms going
off all over again, and now they want more sangreal or the red stuff from me.
Like you pumped up the pressure far enough and now you want to drain some out of me. As I watch them draw the slow moving river out of the T-bar
switch valve, I'm thinking. Hey, It's gonna blow a gasket somewhere and that's gotta be worth $150 a pint to me mate. Easy on the excess pressure next
time and turn that airmatress pump down to 4 from 9. I might need to keep some of the necessary motor functions and nerve endings in my arm if I wanna
ever sap a cold one again, so lets keep the blood leakage to just above a running idle okay.
More stuff being pumping into the happy bag of IV punch.
Finally an hour later they bring in something for me to nibble on. It was near like dark as coal, but got to admit, I didn't know what it was, but it
tasted a crap load better than dirt.
But they're a little pinchy on the agua I say. Finally, my french has taken me off the communicator of the year list, so I jump into some of my
limited spanglish and viola, a cute dark haired nurse comes walking in a full ramble cambell saying: ballabdbnkdnk fjjjfhjffjf
fnfknnmc.,mmmgguitguyttxg m in the fastest spanish I've ever heard. I mumble, "Despacio por favor" through the oxygen mask. She looks at me and says
more pain killer. I say no no por favor. nada. But out comes a syringe and poke, right into the near empty IV bag.
Watever it was, I felt like Kirk Kobain on eboli. Then more stomach rugby of elephants going on the field again with two teams into overtime. And then
the felling that someone wants to back a dump truck out of my insides causes me to wish I had been a vegetarian all my life. Hold on buddy, It'll
subbside, ya made it this far. Just think a few hours earlier you were doing the funky chicken on Ute''s bathroom floor. And ya, that rock solid side
of the tub of the noodle hurt. Now I remember that bonking sound and nothing but blackness and fuzz.
Next thing you know I'm coming too again babbling "where's Gilligan. Now how did that wanker get into my dreams I wonder? The Central Intuiative
Agency seemed to be all around the room, like I had eaten Dubbyas pretzel or something. Musta absorbed some of the humour from the Crazy Zanny man
with real hairy arms. Who needs a hooka, when you got friends in all the right places.
Next thing ya know out comes the love glove and it's lets get ready to get things flowin time. I felt like a had the alien from Roswell inside me
doing the chicken dance. But no go, false alarm.
Finally the real cute nurse comes back in and says do you have pain in chest? I say' Pain in my chest. Pain in chest? Pretty soon the pain ill be up
to my eye sockets and spilling on the floor, and not to think that cleaning out my noddle cavity would be a challenge in itself for any crack surgeon
team with a good suction tube to oddle the noddle. And that would bring a whole new level the term crap for brains, if they don't do something quick.
Finally a nurse comes in and says, your doctur will be with you soon. In comes the tribe of first freshman 1st yearers in white smocks with pens
scribbling into their notepads. Just as I reach for one of the pads to draw a stick man cartoon with a bowling ball for a stomach and an arrow
pointing south to Antartica, they all walk out of the room. One eye open again, and okay enough of the frogs falling from the ceiling again. I've
seen this part before. Change the channel. Finally I see a large balding guy about 35 comes outta the cornr of my one looker thats cracked open for
just a peak, and then my eyelid drops back down near my cheek again, but I'm still trying to communicate with him, but my lips are like straw on fire.
He picks up a notepad from the chair in the corner and says, Hey big fella, your from Canada, eh, aren't yah? The he says, "Bummer man." And just
leaves the room just before I try to put my best vise grip on him like I'm the guy from Midnight Express, saying, "don't leave me now man from stars
and stripes nation." Then he comes back in for a moment, and says, "I'm an 'merican, but don't tell anyone."
Yah right, like I'm gonna say anything to the guy in the coma next to me in the other bed? I ask him if he can get me some water, and he nods, "Will
see what I can do." I think, mighty neigborly of ya man, and then I remember we didn't exactly back the whole nation and Dubbya with his grand scheme
to take over the galaxy, so I don't hold out much hope for agua.
Still no water, and I start thinking about the Evian water plant that I passed by each day on the way in to Lausanne on the train. And Lake Geneva
must have 60 bilion gallons of that liquid gem, so what's the biggy with sparing a drop or two? Talk about pinchy people.
Not more juice into the 3rd IV bag, Okay. That's enough. Now I can handle most things, but when green stripped monkeys are jumping around my room,
doing what monkeys do in zoos, I'm wondering if I'm in emergency or the big padded room.
By now I'm about ready for the Baja and a nice quiet beach, and an ice cold Tecate and a big fatty. What a thought. to be on Playa Los Cerritos again.
Finally! I do believe there is a supreme being that listens to my prayers. I beat him at checkers about an hour earlier, and now were buddys.
Oh no, wait for it wait, wait for it, don't spill it. I tasted every molecule every atom, every quark of that life giving liquid like there was going
to be a tap shut off in Saudi Arabia that just happens to control the Geneva hospital water source pumps and main taps. Then I find out I'm not on the
supersize me water glass plan, but the 4 oz plan and cherish everything cause it might be your last is gonna have ta do.
Now I have to admit, the nurses and all the specialists where real nice, and pleasant, and real cute, but what's with the water. Give me some bingo if
you can't spare any water. I'll take the dry red, the crappy white stuff, give me a shot of vinegar if that's all you can spare. Finally my eyes are
powering down like two bowling balls hittin the gutter on a full hit of morphine.
I wake up, my friend Ute's in the room, and I see two glasses of water sitting near my bed and I ask her. Is this that place you told me about, or am
I back? Thought I met your friend Gordy last night, nice man that Gordy. Think he was golfing on the far moon just off of alpha Centari or something
with Douglas Adams... but then I lost them both.
She looked at me and said, RandyMac, we almost lost ya last night, but for some reason ya didn't want to take the journey to that special place last
night. Ute said, "I guess I ate the good mushrooms and you got the bad part."
I said to Ute, "No more steak and those spindly looking mushrooms again, okay Ute. It's rotten Ronnies for me, or I'm turnin into a breatharian or
something.?"
Finally some nurse comes in, hands me a bag and says you can leave in a minute after the specialist comes to speak with you. In he comes, hands Ute an
envelope and rambles something in french to her and she puts the envelope into her purse. He looks at me and says, in his best English, "you can go
now if you feel up to it. and no more mushrooms for while."
I say, "Thanks very very much, but Yah. like i'm heading right back for another round. I'd rather drink a 200 litre bottle of tequila straight. Which
way to Lake Geneva, or the nearest Coke cola machine I say?"
My throat felt worse than a squished snake in a dried out wagon trail rut, and as I get into my clothes that my friend Ute brought me she asked, "So,
we're they nice to you last night." I said "of course they were nice, they're beautiful people for saving my sorry butt, but they are a little pinchy
on the agua."
No steak and mushrooms for quite a while for me. I'm sticking to burritos and a few pints of Guiness to wash it down and kill any bugs. Great tasting
mushrooms with a hella a punch to the gutz. Felt worse than a pregnant elephant having triplets all night, but I guess us Canadians are supposed to be
built tough. All that cold air, must have hardened me up a bit, but I couldn't shed a tear if I wanted to, and forget about taking a leak. No grinning
and groaning and straining for me. If the pipes are empty and the tanks below the float gauge, I guess I'll have to sap a few pints of the brown
elixir of life from Scotland tonight.
And what's with the 3 bags of IV stuff filled with Keith Richards stash? What's in their anyways and where did it all go?. Must a been some new
reverse osmosis liquid vacum cleaning solution the pulls instead of drips, cause my 70% water content was near the bottom, and my bilage pump was
suckin air. Was kinda wondering where it was all going.
Found out a little while after when I got to Ute's place. Never tried to read before while standing up trying to take a leak at the john. But there
are 144 horizontal lines on Ute's bathroom wall running east, and 336 headin west. And finally bingo, like and airstream jet on a six our flight to
Morrocco.
And thank my lucky stars I bought full travel medical insurance before I hopped onto Cathay Pacific to head east. To bad I never got mixed up at the
terminal and jumped onto an Alaska Airlines flight for Cabo.
So how was your Tuesday evening and early Wednesday last week? Bet you were having fun on some beach in the Baja, and just to think I coulda been
there.
All in all, the nurses and staff and the Geneva hospital emergency were real fantastic. If they could put up with me on three bags full of jungle
jiuce all night and not turn off any switches on me, they gotta be considered my heros of the year.
Back to Canada soon and maybe the Baja.
RandyMac
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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Sorry to laugh Randy but the story was as hilarious as it was scary.......great writing! Sorry as hell about the shroomies but glad you're still with
us....next time Baja!!!
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mushrooms
But can you share pics of the nurses?
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Don't know about specialty coffins, but my Costco News Email of on line offers, shows they have 4 models, ranging from $1499.99 to $4699.99.
I realize they might not exactly reflect one's personality but you can just point and click online to have one delivered - just in case,
No Bad Days
\"Never argue with an idiot. People watching may not be able to tell the difference\"
\"The trouble with doing nothing is - how do I know when I\'m done?\"
Nomad Baja Interactive map
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I thought the graveyard at El Marmol was very peaceful - nice view. An onyx headstone or a plain wooden cross would do.
Randymac: did I miss your third installment of the Dove of Peace story?
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RandyMacSC/SO
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My ticket is for a different date and time so I'm Still here after all the excitement
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Sorry to laugh Randy but the story was as hilarious as it was scary.......great writing! Sorry as hell about the shroomies but glad you're still with
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Spiral Magic
Life to me is about the process to bring about smiles, each day and all the in-between, this allows me to finally dream when I look at the stars
before I bed down for the night, to start the day again.
When I dream, I go to the stars and then start asking myself "Hey now that is neat, and what about that? I have met many interesting people on a
journey where they sometimes don't exactly know the what, when, where, why, who and how of it all, and then I sleep and dream of wwwwwoh events.
I can, if I try, to find some solace and keep the faith and hope that I'll be fortunate enough to meet such fascinating individuals as Richie Sowa,
and our common friend Kenny Coleman: Prana Man, who is now in the next existence or alternate reality of time in the spiral, and then there is my good
friend Carlos Yescas who also joined together to share a part of Richie Sowa's vision, to set about to help save the eco GIA mother earth and we
started to help this man who wants to make a difference in the world, by putting in the effort to help educate or impart his message to help create
positive change in the world to make it a better place.
Richie's dream to reality being that of the famous Spiral Island an Puerto Aventuras Quintana Roo, Mexico is a true wonder to many and it makes people
think of the possibilities of education of youth, as plastic is a scourge of the earth, if people continue to toss there plastic bottles along side
highways, then there will be more and more such as Richie Sowa that will collect these bottles not so much for the money or deposit money, but to use
the bottles as collaborative floatation devices when bound together in fishermen?s nets and then wound tight together to form and Island. Place 30
tons of white beach sand on top of the plywood, on top of the plastic bottles, drill some holes into the plywood, drop some mangrove roots in to the
holes, and watch a fascinating event take place before your very viewing portals of perception eco system transforming into a living.
Small change through seeds of change.
I often just stare at the stars when I hike to the top of a mountain to chill out. And lately, I am deep in thought of doing the right thing, of what,
where, who and how I chose to become involved with my valuable time, and it is my curious nature that leads me on a path about the globe, and as a
result, I have met some people that are within the noise layer of b-tch for profit, and all the ugly negative aspects, and then realize and tell
myself that is all fine, as it is their choice of what they want for themselves, so I look for my preference of being around the real people, that are
out there, and very aware of there spiral path to a better existence, and these are the ones that I have been so fortunate to meet, such as my new
magically wonderful friendships that have started with such people in Switzerland and France such as Jo, Biddie, and Jennifer and some others, as they
are on their own journey and paths and have helped me in their way to stay on course when I find myself getting caught up in the noise and a bit off
track.
One day they will have their own spiral islands to share, and I hope on such message boards as this, so others that may be seeking something that they
can't quite explain or grasp at the moment will find the path that they as individuals hope to be on. There is an interconnected nature of being, and
how, as individuals with a herd of herds, and how we are all part of it all, in a spiral, within a spiral etc.
I often think of the smile process, then the pain, and everything in between, and have found that my path is a necessary process we all will go thru
from birth on the journey to that special place, and I do agree it should be from dust to ashes to life and then a process of back to ashes to dust,
and back, to allow the process to repeat.
As it has been for a millennium of time, as the Big Bang and imagine of you can for a moment to consider this:
In order to explain their theory, scientists need just one thing from us all, for us to believe in a miracle event, as if scientists are the only ones
on this planet to describe the big bang theory?
Now just imagine of the average Joe or Judy was given just one miracle to describe something truly incredible, so they would be taken more seriously,
and if the whole universe is a spiral process, and how it all began is just a theory to some, and a life of belief to others just think of we all
where given just one miracle of our own individual theory to make it a reality.
Oh, perhaps we all have that chance, and just don't make the choice to exercise that chance?
What if we all are here for some special purpose and we have a real choice to make it happen?
Now that makes we wonder!!!
My sanctuary is knowing that I plan to just let things take their natural course but I will do it on a path that includes a sense of adventure and
makes it a little zany and fun along the way, so I can smile when necessary, shed or share my emotions, without reservation, if I really feel like a
little drop of H2O to let me know I am still alive, as when we take ourselves and others too seriously, we should just laugh a little and say hey, its
just a process, and if I use my noodle and think during the ride about how I can change it for the better I'll make the changes that I can and try
for them to be positive. Not always easy, but the thought process helps to create change.
The past is the past, and then there is today and whatever is beyond today that can be so much of an adventure, so I look forward to each new day, who
I will meet and where I will go what I will learn and if I can impart some fun or some knowledge to help others, I can go home at night and feel just
a little cosmic chuckle rumble or tingle my smile source and enjoy it.
I always make the effort to smile, if and when I can, and yes it is scary at times, but that?s half the fun is trying to figure out, the why of it
all, and then how to change it by choice to see if I can nuzzle a little smile and laugh here and there.
It makes me smile if I made some people laugh and smile too. So thanks for smiling, at my little slightly off-center adventure. It puts a tingle right
here. Thump thump, thump, it really is beating and that is a good thing. Often times people will ask me why I thump my chest area at the blood pump
center, and I will just smile and say " Its about smiles, or just for the smiles to make sure I am still present and paying attention."
The whole thing for me is this. I had to laugh as this event was a real unexpected crazy and real neat weird adventure and experience that I felt like
sharing, and yet just another process in my sometimes wacky weird life that I have chosen to live.
Yes at times if I am around too much noise or the white noise of life and in a room with people that are not collaborating to make things better, or I
fall into the fray and get off beat myself into the spiral downwards zone I decide it is time to turn up the volume a bit to see what happens, and
make an effort to try to change it.
I think more clearly and communicate more claro in pictures and toons than I do when I try to say it or put it down in these combination of symbols
that are supposed to help us be heard and to make sense, but sometimes the words an all the words that one can use can bring pain, or laughter , or
both or smiles or hurt, and it is our choice to chose the letters or symbols and combinations thereof carefully before we press send, cause whatever
we do in life is part of our legacy, and I was born with my good name, and want to rocket off somewhere with my good name when the time comes, and I
can only chose to do so to keep that good name to the next special place by trying my best to help and never hurt on purpose. My choice, I sometimes
feel is always easy in theory, and it is however never quite easy in process, so it always requires an effort. I do enjoy making an effort, as it is a
part of the smile magic.
I haven't really mentioned much about why I am in France and travel to Switzerland on the train almost every day, and is has to do with my experiences
and also with a process to help in my little way to bring about some positive change with other like minded yet different and many respects who feel
the world is to painful without adding more fuel to the fire.
A few times I have witnessed my voice rising, others not communicating what their true feelings are either out of fear for thier jobs etc, lack of
guts or holding themselves accountable and responsible for their actions and actions of the whole if they are managing the process (that's a weird
one) and then myself talking way too much to make a point because of the excitement, and hoping that someone will here that nobody is really managing
you, as we manage ourselves everyday t wake up get dressed do the morning stuff go to work do our thing then come home and try to relax to do it
again.
If it gets too noisy I then decide to make a beat path and go to my special place and think of the Baja or some other place in Mexico or something
familiar, so I can unwind from being Wound Too Tight.
I am trying my best to help see some change within a venture that I was asked to get involved or at least look at perhaps becoming more involved, and
I now look to see what that something is on the inside out, who the management really are, how the treat people and employees etc, and who I might be
working with, as I will not allow by my choice to involve myself too much in past pain of others and all the noise that sees things continue to spiral
around and around.
As said, I could have chose to right something real painful and so sapping of energy that why would anyone want to read or be part of that pain.
I continue to check into Baja Nomad when I can and I have grabbed some key point messages at some into the fray of noise or a comment to say hey, lets
get along, we have something in common here. Well, I do feel that perhaps my worry stuff might not be heard and nor is it necessary for anyone to
read, but I am so pleased that you were able to smile about it all, as pain is part of life, and it is a matter of choice of why the pain is there and
what we can make of it. Bio feedback, mumbo jumbo hocus pocos, whatever we want or chose to call it, it is part of us all. However there is the
balance and the other side and the edges in between, and I plan on living a full life as this is my message to myself everyday I rise and every night
I decide to sleep.
"I seek a sense of purpose, I seek a sense of balance and I have a sense of wonder, what is the other side like, or I am here, or maybe I am there,
but no matter where I am there I am. It is my choice of where I want to be." RandyMac, BajaNomad,
Just a wacky Canadian living in France for a time, and traveling to Switzerland to see how I might fit in to help make the process better from a
contribution of positives, and I always have the Baja Nomad board to check into when I want to read stories, watch and learn, or have some fun with
little colored pixels.
Found some real neat stuff that I've never seen elsewhere <<<<<<<>>>>>>>> and it the grocery or mercados here are full of new things to try out and
eat. Next time, I'll ask the food, "hey there, any little critters or microbes or bizzaros hiding in there, cause if you are in there and I eat you,
you better get ready to meet the cast iron stomach Canuck and hang on to your seats and hats, cause my ticket says the long ride home, and its going
to get bumpy and be a heck of a fun slightly off-center ride of your life, cause it is a choice and that is my choice. In or out, on the bus or off,
what is it going to be?
As my friend that I met in the Baja a few years ago said, "RandyMac, life is weird, and I guess that Common sense is just no longer common",
Of often wonder how Ti is doing, and perhaps he2s in the Baja somewhere pound back and down a few colds ones and maybe a puff and then watching the
neat green flash go off at sunset. Sometimes I can feel that flash all the way over here, as the Baja Nomads that SMILE or give a little grin and
smile inside can be felt all the way over here 9 hours away.
The ride is fun and best of all I get to meet some real interesting folks along the way, especially smiley face Nomads who also believe that we chose
our own smiles our cause our own pain.
And how we do it is our process through time, on our schedule of that passage of time and the small or the middle or the major changes which can help
ease the pain, and make life just a little more fun and wacky or zany or interesting and full of smiles.
Wooooow. Too much yack and its time to pack and move around a bit, and go find my Appenzeller dog, so I we can go hiking, and smile at the sunsets and
have a chat about life.
I was somewhat concerned, but my time in the Baja, hiking, sapping a few bevies with nice positive people I have and will be fortunate to meet, and
learning from them and others over the years has and will teach me to try and relax a little more when necessary, and to think things thru without
jumping to a reaction or an assumption or judgmental conclusion about things, people or objects, and then figure out a way to where I want to be.
I firmly believe me make our own pain by Choice as we are all born with a choice, some more fortunate than others about their available choices, but
just the same we all have a choice. And the Baja to me represented more positive than the negative, so I do long for that special place.
Pain is part of life, and I do not recall meeting anyone that claimed to live a pain free existence, so pain free to me means power of the mind to
change the negative into a positive. Not always easy, so a story helps take away those somewhat concerning fe moments when I thought maybe my ticket
was really being called.
RandyMac,
Special Correspondent
Baja Nomad
[Edited on 3-12-2005 by RandyMac]
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Ole' Irish saying (Gaelic): 'Go neirigh an bothar leat, go mbeidh an gaoth choiche sa droim agat, is go mbeidh tu thuas ar neamh leath-uair roimh is
eol don diabhal go bhuil tu marbh'.... OR 'May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind always be at your back, and May you be in Heaven a half hour
before the Devil knows you're dead'
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Mexitron
Ultra Nomad
Posts: 3397
Registered: 9-21-2003
Location: Fort Worth, Texas
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Mood: Happy!
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Well said Randy....good things to think about.....thanks. Very poignant about the ability to elevate or depress people when describing events.
Here's to you!
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