I was sitting in a kitchen with Andy and who I thought would’ve been Kevin but it didn’t look like Kevin, and this guy was an attorney. We were talking about the fact that a printing company was soliciting him to move his business to them instead of doing it in house. I asked him if he made a lot of copies, and then I retracted the question and gave him the answer. “Of course you do”, I replied, extending my memory back and relating to him that when I was much younger, I worked in the copy room of a large law firm in L.A. He commented that the copy company was trying to persuade him by offering a getaway on a secluded island that was equipped with high powered telescopes that would give him ample opportunity to study the celestial sky without interruption. It sounded like a pretty cool deal and he was on the verge of accepting.
I sat at their kitchen table during this conversation with a portion of my attention on a picture of a young black woman with a round face and smiling eyes. The picture sat in a tooled tin frame of the ornate Mexican variety and my found my finger skimming the edge of the frame until all of my attention was absorbed into it. Suddenly, I found myself on a street running parallel to a river wash. The street was lined with large bull pines, and I was being towed on what seemed to be a skateboard. Who I was being towed by was a largish Mexican man in his early twenties. He was wearing dark, stylized jeans with embroidered pockets. Every so often he would crane his head back far enough to make sure I was still there. I commented to him that he reminded me of George, whom he probably didn’t know.
We pulled into a driveway on the left and into a large parking lot. He continued forward until we came up to the curb in front of a restaurant that glistened white and bright in the noon time sun. “They” ushered me into the restaurant to be seated with a group near a patio. I started talking to the waitress and the others I was there to join on how surprisingly empty the parking lot was and that, before the downturn of the economy, that parking lot would’ve been packed to the gils at this time of day. I also pointed out that “The Barn” was closed down, which was a huge restaurant that had been there forever. I asked if anyone remembered “Maya”, the breakfast place that had also closed to everyone’s surprise, since that had he best breakfasts in town. The blonde waitress seemed the most interested in what I was talking about, but everyone seemed to be going out of their way to take care of me and make sure I was happy.
I’ve created a page for the single, Coming Home, and added iTunes and Amazon download links. But I’m also offering the song for free. You can make a donation to PayPal if you so desire. I’ve added the video onto the page as well.
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I’ve always believed that the universe was forged in primordial sound, and at our core, we’re musical, and music is healing. That’s why it’s important for me to introduce music in a way that touches and informs.
I’ve created a warm thank you video for our troops to welcome them home from 10 years of war. If it’s true that there are only six degrees of separation between every individual, then I believe that if you help me share this video with at least 6 facebook friends, or just forward this email to 6 people, it will eventually reach every solider so that we can all show our appreciation for their courage to risk their lives to help make this world a better place, and welcome them home.
I hope you enjoy this. Thanks and blessings to you.
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Mel and I were flying around in his airplane. We were about 5k ft. up I’m guessing, circling over an area that we were intending on visiting. I was looking down at the area which was lush and green except for the two small cities, one of which we were going to land in. I kept looking for a road that connected the two but try as I may, I couldn’t find any connecting path between the two cities, but I was able to locate the airport in one of them and expected we were going to land there. I asked Mel if he’d radioed the control tower to let them know that we were getting ready to land there, but his reply was very vague. So, I asked him again, but again he seemed to not be paying attention.
We started to descend, and as was got within about 750ft. from the ground, we went thru a cloud bank. I could hear the engines of another plane that sounded incredibly large, but I couldn’t see it which made me kinda nervous. We continued our descent without any problems, but when we broke free of the clouds, I realized that we were nowhere near the airport. Mel’s plane had the ability to stop in mid-air and turn it’s wings downward, using the jets to suspend the plane, easing our landing vertically. This was really cool, but he was landing in a park amongst a lot of buildings, and I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to take off again.
As I scanned the park, my attention was immediately drawn to some sort of revolutionary party that was demonstrating and possibly getting ready for battle. They had what looked like a tank, and everyone was armed with something, although I’m not sure that any of the artillery was real. I was a bit flabbergasted with Mel for landing the plane in such a sketchy location and situation and I told him so, but again, he just seemed to not be tuned into what I was saying.
I dreamt that I was dreaming about Robin Williams. He was telling me that there was another internet created. It could only be activated by invitation and it was very tightly controlled, not allowing any dishonest behaviour. It was closely monitored for accuracy of information. If you posting anything fraudulent, your invitation would be revoked. There wasn’t any spam in the email system, and all of the content had to be sited, similar to wikipedia. They way you accessed it was that every address would use www3.blah.com.
When I awoke from the dream, I discovered that there was a www2 that was where all the content from the internet was placed, years ago during some sort of huge migration. You could go to any address and change www to www2 and see the internet as it was before the migration.
I was so excited that I had to tell someone. I told 3 girls and two guys. I soon found out that two guys who were associated with the creation of the new internet would be giving a talk. I took the 3 girls to the talk and they ended up sitting right in front of the guys. They were sitting so close that the girls could see the notes of one of the guys giving the talk, and when he deviated from the notes or failed to give address a point that the girls thought was important, they would question him, or give him a hard time, to the point that he was getting upset. I thought I should be worried about this since I was the one who brought the girls, but at the same time, I knew the girls were intelligent and were probably making him aware of things that he needed to see but couldn’t, based on his heavily left-brained perspective. So I let it go and didn’t worry about it, knowing that things would come together in the best way.
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It just goes to show you that spending Christmas in L.A. is surreal. For Christmas Eve, Mel, my mom and step dad, mom’s friend Janet, and I went to the movies. Sound odd but not really. It’s L.A. and mom and Janet are in “the business.” But that’s not the interesting part. What’s interesting is where we went to the movies: City Walk a Universal Studios. I’d never been there before and boy is it visually intoxicating. There’s enough neon there to power a small city. In fact it probably could be considered a small city. There’s enough food, clothing and shelter there to accommodate 10k people. Where was I going with this? Oh, he aside is that we saw, “Hugo.” Pretty good.
So, I was playing Ultimate Frisbee with about 20 guys, out in the desert in the sand. I was making throws and catches that I would never be able to do in real life. I love dreams sometimes. The sand was warm, the sun was hot. I woke up and thought, this is Christmas morning. Why do we have some many songs about snow? I was chatting with an Ausie from of mine and he was telling me that in Australia, they celebrate Christmas in the summer, and many of the shopkeepers will put fake snow in the windows.
In the movie last night, Ben Kingsley’s character remarks, “This is how we make dreams.” That’s an interesting perspective. We look at dreams as being the product of the mind, but really, our everyday reality makes dreams, and our dreams can be as fantastic or as minimalist as we allow them to be.
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I’ve been taking classes with the Red Cross and working in their office since July of this year. Being unemployed and not having my life sucked away into the corporate vortex has given me time to give back where I can and today was a great experience. I responded to a call to a fire that broke out in San Jose that affected two homes and help a family keep their lives together after being forced from their home at Christmas time. Their gratitude that Red Cross was there to help them was just awesome and being able to provide that is like being Santa every day.
If you want to make a donation to a great cause, I highly encourage you to give to Red Cross. It’s a great way to help your neighbors at a time when they really need it. http://www.redcross.org/ If you’re wondering about Red Cross’ efficiency and usage of moneys, go to Charity Navigator: http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=search.summary&orgid=3277
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Andy and I was rushing thru city on our way somewhere. I’m not sure what the city was tho it seemed to be L.A. The reason that I questioned the location was that everything was very clean and well designed, the streets were small and narrow, and there was a lot of white, all similar to a European city like Stockholm. I was carrying a guitar case in one hand and a hat in the other. Andy had something in her hands tho I don’t recall what. As we moved along to our unknown destination, we came upon an Indian woman at the top of a very long escalator. She was carrying some items that obviously came from India, that seemed antique and were rather large. We helped her pick some things up that she’d dropped and in return she wanted to give Andy a large lapis container that looked like a lantern that hung by a chain, but it was actually opaque and the top opened on a hinge. Inside were large stones cut in octahedrons and were quite beautiful. Andy refused it tho, being that she didn’t have any desire to take on more “things” and so the woman offered her a beautiful bracelet which Andy did accept, and she gave the lantern like object to me. I really wasn’t sure how I was going to juggle another thing to carry but I liked this present so much I committed myself to trying.
We descended the escalator, heading off to the right and out the doors of the building and onto the street. The woman disappeared in another direction. We walked out to the street and there was someone directing traffic to stop so that pedestrians could cross in the crosswalk. We were just in time to make the last group to cross which was fortunate because there was a long line of cars that would’ve forced us to wait for a long time, which we escaped from. We walked into another building on the other side of the street that was full of shops. It popped into my mind that I would love to get an appraisal of the items we had just acquired and quickly scanned for somewhere to do that.
