open to mama’s influence…

Esoteric knowledge is affecting a vast part of our modern culture. Having known this through foresight for years I realize that within our unconsciousness is magic, brightness and truth, directly opposed to a contrary reality, part of our often diabolically troubled world.

Synchronicity, the doppelganger, mystical numbers, and foresight are things I have talked about with my sons as they grew up. Reading Grimm’s fairy tales, watching scary films, other dimensions, and hope, are qualities I have magically graced upon them. They both are scientists and know their math and computers… yet they are still open to mama’s influence.

Recently my son had his best friend over to watch a film. Oldest son is converting his old room into an office for game streaming and my publishing company. Two sons and Sebastian watched Jordan Peele’s film US. (2019 film).

My son told me it was like having “my mama standing right next to me” talking about all the things you always talk about. I have not viewed the film, but I am intrigued because I recently released an image to Jordan’s new horror film coming out next year. Now that is a small, interesting synchronicity.

Also, son told me that the town of Santa Cruz CA is in the film US. He was born in Santa Cruz Ca in 1992.

I think he is part of my often-misunderstood delusional world of foresight. Where art imitates life or life imitates art. This is less about me and more about my son. I don’t really want to see a film that entertains what I experience in real life. Yet I feel bitchin’ that my son and Jordan Peele get it!

Darrel and John

Yin & Yang pendant from Darrel and John modeled by Flash the cat.

Santa Cruz California has beaches for surfing and a Boardwalk to walk on the wild side. The University of Santa Cruz sits on a hill above this once hippie and murder capital of central California. A beach town where beach meets music at the Catalyst Club. Pubs, Donut-shops and pizza parlors mark their territory too.

!991, you might find us early mornings at Farrell’s Donuts and in the evening, we hang at the seedy pub, known to the locals, as the Poet and Patriot.

Powering down a Greece lightning, made up of Guinness and Anchor Steam, got the night off for a rogue conversation with the local Thunderbird or a game of cheating darts. Bob and Zachery made the time enjoyable and even broke up fights… the successful job of the best of the best toxicologists!!

Darrel and John were big men. The chairs they sat in at the counter every morning, showed the wear and tear below. The owner of Farrell’s Donuts told John that he was going to make them pay for it. Darrel had a beard and long hair while John, his younger brother, just had long hair. They were misfits, rebels and they liked us and often they would service up our coffee and say,

“Service with a smile;”

Taking waitress Linda’s job not too seriously. They were characters. Darrel and John had a big pickup truck with a camper. They collected stuff from the local dump, ya know the stuff nice people throw away and these two recycled it. They were reformed hippies but that didn’t make any difference. When we moved into our little one-bedroom home they supplied us with some good furniture. One of the big chairs we kept with us for eighteen years.

After we got our new home, all fixed up we invited Darrel and John over for dinner of BBQ steak and home-made chili. We lounged like Romans and Darrel’s belly was so round that when he sat down, he put the chili bowl right on top of his belly. He ate his chili down.

Once in the early morning in Farrell’s Donuts parking lot I saw Darrel sleeping in his truck. So slowly I sneaked up to him. I reached my hand slowly to tickle his beard when he gripped my hand. I screamed. He looked at me and yelled,

“Don’t ever sneak up on a man sleeping in his truck. I might have broken your hand clean off!”

094 — Babies of 1992 and Alumni . Santa Cruz Sentinel, May 30 1992

Our first baby was born in Santa Cruz. Darrel and John surprised us and entered the picture in the local newspaper. Now that is dear friendship.

When Darrel passed away from a massive heart attack he was just in his forties. He was cremated and at his demise party they put his ashes next to a picture of him, as big and as mighty as the tree in their yard. Many of his friends showed up that day.

They were drinking and smoking all sorts of funny things. Darrel was one of those kinds of dudes that warms your heart just thinking of him.

It doesn’t seem like 31 years ago when Santa Cruz was our home, a town of characters and friends.

Happy 31st Birthday JF !!

The Catalyst

http://www.ucsc.edu/

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I think technology has ruined a few things! I said ladies no men!

When I lived in New York I stayed with a family when every Thursday morning the trash truck would come to pick up the trash. At about nine in the morning the women in this house got up quickly and ran to the windows. I did not know what was up, but I found out. The trash truck was not a fully automated one with a fancy robotic hand instead it was swarming with about four guys. I would say anywhere from 16 to 25. Hey, it was a rough job no shirts seemed logical. We put some good men out of work by replacing them with robotic animated trash trucks.

Then when I lived in Santa Cruz California, I noticed that chairs were set up around the local car wash. It was a small one and had some great Santa Cruz Roasting Company Coffee inside the little car wash cafe-store. It was early one morning when I decided to sit down in one of the chairs. Then slowly the cars started to arrive and went into the wash. One by one I saw the ladies drive up. Hey you reader,

“I said ladies no men!”

The guys came out with their rags and cleaning solutions ready to dry the ladies’ cars. These guys were surfers working part-time jobs. That particular day I was asked to get up from my chair by a rather happy lady who whispered,

“If you don’t have a car in the wash, you lose your seat.”

She pulled the chair out from under me.

Now the blowers at most car washes or gas stations don’t quite do the same kind of job as the part-time surfer guys. Tan muscles, long blonde hair and the female eyes watching them. Ladies’ hands leaving big tips in the trim of their pants seemed more productive to me. Yes, much more interesting to me then some big fans blowing my car dry. Technology sucks sometimes.