the practice of being or tendency to be positive or optimistic in attitude. “pupils draw power from the positivity of their teachers”
the presence rather than absence of a certain substance, condition, or feature. “the first biopsy specimen demonstrated positivity for cytokeratin”
PewDiePie has the most popular Vlog on Youtube and he started a discussion, perhaps inadvertently, about something I and many others, who’ve tackled a daily video blog (Vlog), have come to realize; it causes “forced Positivity”
BTW (by the way): I had to add “Positivity” to the dictionary on my computer, evidently my brilliant computer didn’t find that word in it’s massive brain but the search engine knew all-about-it – so I posted that above. However, the point of this post is how the process of creating something new and interesting every day, for your audience and followers on the web, creates a certain amount of fraud because nobody can be happy every day, it’s just not going to happen, no-matter how well-off you are or how great your life might currently be. It’s not possible to be happy all day, every day and it doesn’t matter who you are, or where you live.
Being grateful can negate negativity, as it’s impossible to be depressed and grateful at the same time but “forced positivity” is a practiced skill-set that comes with time. The Power of Now is perhaps the greatest user manual for the mind because the main premise of this wonderful Eckhart Tolle book, is that we have the ability to become conscious of what our ego is doing to manipulate our mind, changing the inner-dialog, to sabotage any comfort we may have otherwise enjoyed, by rolling visualizations of things that could go wrong, or making lists and repeating them to ourselves about all the things that are wrong in our lives, as if thinking about them could make them become any better.
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The first cassette tapes I ever bought, Abbey Road and Cosmos Factory, at the same time on the same day, the first of innumerable cassette tapes. Prior to that, everything I bought was on vinyl. Come together, was the most powerful song I’d ever heard and “Cosmos Factory” by CCR was a perfect back-up (and antidote) for “Let it Be” by the “Beatles”.
Come together – Origin and meaning
The song’s history began when Lennon was inspired by Timothy Leary’s campaign for governor of California against Ronald Reagan, which promptly ended when Leary was sent to prison for possession of marijuana:
The thing was created in the studio. It’s gobbledygook; Come Together was an expression that Leary had come up with for his attempt at being president or whatever he wanted to be, and he asked me to write a campaign song. I tried and tried, but I couldn’t come up with one. But I came up with this, Come Together, which would’ve been no good to him – you couldn’t have a campaign song like that, right?
It has been speculated that each verse refers cryptically to one of the Beatles. It has also been suggested that the song has only a single “pariah-like protagonist” and Lennon was “painting another sardonic self-portrait”.
Lennon played rhythm guitar and sang the vocal, McCartney played bass, Harrison played lead guitar, and Starr played drums. It was produced by George Martin and recorded at the end of July 1969 at Abbey Road Studios. In the intro, Lennon says: “shoot me”, which is accompanied by his handclaps and McCartney’s heavy bass riff. The famous Beatles’ “walrus” from “I Am the Walrus” and “Glass Onion” returns in the line “he got walrus gumboot”, followed by “he got Ono sideboard”. Bluesman Muddy Waters is also mentioned in the song.
Music critic Ian MacDonald reports that McCartney sang a backing vocal, but recording engineer Geoff Emerick said that Lennon did all the vocals himself, and when a frustrated McCartney asked Lennon, “What do you want me to do on this track, John?”, Lennon replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll do the overdubs on this.”
In a 1970 interview in the Evening Standard, McCartney said he was disappointed about not singing live with Lennon; instead, he overdubbed his vocals later:
Even on Abbey Road we don’t do harmonies like we used to. I think it’s sad. On “Come Together” I would have liked to sing harmony with John, and I think he would have liked me to, but I was too embarrassed to ask him, and I don’t work to the best of my abilities in that situation.
Brazil enjoys the largest recording industry outside of the United States, so the number of brilliant artists and the wide variety of genres (most people have never heard of), is truly staggering.
The first time I’d ever hear this beautiful language was by vinyl record, as my father had a huge jazz collection, and even before I was born the Bossa Nova was played in my house often, so the first song I can remember, and first words in Portuguese are from the famous song: Garota de Ipanema (The Girl from Ipanema).
The Girl from Ipanema is a well-known bossa nova song, a worldwide hit in the mid-1960s that won a Grammy for Record of the Year in 1965. It was written in 1962, with music by Antônio Carlos Jobim and Portuguese lyrics by Vinicius de Moraes. English lyrics were written later by Norman Gimbel.
In Revelação: a verdadeira Garota de Ipanema (Revealed: The Real Girl from Ipanema) Moraes wrote she was:
“o paradigma do broto carioca; a moça dourada, misto de flor e sereia, cheia de luz e de graça mas cuja a visão é também triste, pois carrega consigo, a caminho do mar, o sentimento da mocidade que passa, da beleza que não é só nossa—é um dom da vida em seu lindo e melancólico fluir e refluir constante.”
“the paradigm of the young Carioca: a golden teenage girl, a mixture of flower and mermaid, full of light and grace, the sight of whom is also sad, in that she carries with her, on her route to the sea, the feeling of youth that fades, of the beauty that is not ours alone—it is a gift of life in its beautiful and melancholic constant ebb and flow.”
The song was inspired by Heloísa Eneida Menezes Paes Pinto (now Helô Pinheiro), a nineteen-year-old girl living on Montenegro Street in the fashionable Ipanema district in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Daily, she would stroll past the popular Veloso bar-café, not just to the beach (“each day when she walks to the sea”), but in the everyday course of her life. She would sometimes enter the bar to buy cigarettes for her mother and leave to the sound of wolf-whistles.
As the legend has it (which isn’t 100% accurate), in the winter of 1962, the composers watched the girl pass by the bar (now a restaurant, see footnote), and it is easy to imagine why they noticed her—Helô was a 173-cm (five-foot eight-inch) brunette, and she attracted the attention of many of the bar patrons. Since the song became popular, she has become a celebrity.
While Helô inspired the song, it was another Carioca who carried it beyond Rio. Astrud Gilberto was just the wife of singing star João Gilberto when she entered a NYC studio in March 1963. João and Jobim were making a record with tenor saxman Stan Getz. The idea of cutting a verse on “Ipanema” in English came up, and Astrud was the only one of the Brazilians who spoke more than phrasebook English.
The hit English language song; “The Girl from Ipanema” was the alchemy of Astrud’s child-like vocal, devoid of vibrato and singerly mannerisms, it was the perfect foil for her husband’s soft bumblebee voice. Jobim tinkled piano. Getz blew a creamy smooth tenor. Four minutes of magic went to tape.
Note:One of my favorite places to eat and drink in Rio is the Garota de Ipanema, sure it’s a bit of a tourist trap because of the song “Girl from Ipanema” but seriously the restaurant is really excellent and it’s super casual being just a couple of blocks from Ipanema beach. You can grab a good window seat near the corner if your timing is good and then watch all the Cariocas trudging home from the beach at the end of the day. The draft beer is cold and frothy however the caipirinhas might be as good as you’ll find anywhere but the main attraction is the great food, especially the Picanha, which is thinly sliced beef rump that you grill yourself, right at your table, on a super-hot brazier, similar to a hibachi bar-b-que. (See: Garota de Ipanema Restaurant)
I was born under a lucky star, or so my Dear Old Mom tells me. She was born of Irish immigrants to Canada, who taught her to always look on the bright side of life, with a good dose of chin-up and carry-on when things didn’t go as planned. She and my Dad taught me to ski before I could walk, and how to teach skiing before I could drive (driving age is 16 in Canada).
My lucky star was being able to teach, that meant I was able to earn money, then own my own pick-up truck. Every Canuck buck wants to own a truck but the thing is you need an income to be able to keep one, same as today. I may have changed my choice of car but still need the money to keep it.
The Internet was how I managed to carve out a living, so that was another part of lucky star status. I saw the web really early and jumped all over it, had my first web design company before the mid 90’s. Mostly through consulting work and webmaster contracts I was able to support a nice lifestyle in South Florida, although it was up and down since we were all learning at the same time and the Industry was so new and unexplored.
Nowadays the U.S. Expat has a major advantage throughout the world in the Internet niche because most of the rest of the world want U.S. Talent, knowledge and experience, especially as in the case of countries where allot of those people want to travel to USA, like China and Brazil for example, where it’s right of passing for middle class and up to make trips abroad.
The key thing to know about becoming an Expat is that there’s more opportunity and often much bigger opportunities when you can provide a bridge between your culture and local knowledge and that of your new foreign home. The world is your oyster, when you’ve got a skill-set, that can help other people succeed.
When I first left Canada I was young and had serious wanderlust, funding my adventures was no easy feat. Several people I knew taught skiing and/or English, one friend that I admired in particular was Max, because he stayed in college to obtain an economics degree, then moved to Japan to teach English in a corporation.
Max had a thing about him, aside from being very smart, he was an absolute freak for mountain sports and outdoor recreation of all kinds. Ace tennis player and great golfer but even before snow boards arrived, he loved heli-skiing and knew about these incredible areas in British Columbia because we had planted trees in these mountains (for summer jobs). That’s how Max and I met.
Now that you have the backstory, while Max was in Japan teaching English to corporate execs, he was always talking about the back-country sports of BC. Next thing you know he’s opening an adventure guiding business in Canada, when Snow Boards arrived Max was among the first riding them, so he jumped all over the opportunity. Shortly thereafter it was Max throughout the mid 80’s that was showing Warren Miller and other ski film makers where to heli-ski. Max was the guide to the guides. To this day Max lives at Whistler, still involved in the hospitality industry and still helping Japanese people have an awesome experience in Canada.
There are so many examples of the foreigner next door. Everyone can remember someone in their life, who had a funny sounding accent. My life growing up in Western Canada was all about sports and recreation.
In the ski teaching business we would meet interesting people all the time, people from the farthest corner, end up at ski chalets. Especially common near ski resorts and water sports are Australian’s and Kiwi’s (New Zealanders). My young impressionable life was filled with great stories about “Down Under”, as my winters were filled with many weekends with my Oz and Kiwi mates, at our ski club. We loved to ski together, the deeper and steeper the better!
These people were smart, sophisticated, experienced and very determined to live free and prosperous. Their timing made them appear to be Hippy but they were world-wise way beyond their youthful appearance. World travel had also taught them about cultural cuisine, and they loved to cook fabulous foreign dishes and entertain large groups of us, with music and wine from the various regions of the world, to match the meal.
One winter we made our own Saki from rice, then at the end of the season, enjoyed an authentic 7 course Japanese dinner party with the homemade rice wine. It tasted great, as did incredible Mexican and my personal favorite Greek dinners, all of which were very novel to me, at 16 years old.
Teaching skiing taught me how to help people get what they wanted. This is what is so fundamental about our language, more than half of the world wants to learn English.
All of the people I mentioned above, and just about anyone who has ever lived overseas, has at one time or another, taught English to someone. It’s part of humanity, to try to exchange languages. It is the most common principle of good-will, to show an interest in another person’s culture, to speak their words.
The best thing about Teaching English is the people you meet, and that you are becoming an Ambassador of our language. You are helping someone else get what they want, that’s what creates value, and it’s the most common way to make money while living overseas.
The greatest thing in today’s English teaching community is Internet video, as many people want to learn online but still the basis of the teaching starts with a book at a table, with the student sitting beside you. It’s a one-on-one style method, where the book does the work but you need to be taught how to teach.
It’s highly recommended, that anyone embarking on a serious global Expat exploration being armed with more money making methods, than just teaching English. However, always be proud and happy to teach, it’s an excellent means of immersion into a foreign country.
Remember it’s an honor to be invited to anyone’s kitchen table, to teach them how to speak English. You benefit in many more ways, for sharing your time with people, than just the money in your hand.
Classroom teaching is another realm and above my pay-grade but I imagine that it’s the same in that your let the books do the teaching, just follow the words in the book and do the best that you to help people get what they want – and – if all else fails in the class – speak English!
I knew she was an intuitive when I first met her about 3 years ago, we became friends almost immediately. We both worked within an old used book store, one of the biggest in Brasil. Her thing, among others, was tarot card reading and she’d been reading them for more than half her sixty-five years.
What makes her different is the answers she can extract from people no-longer living, an incredibly well tuned ability that had initially been discovered due to a punishing cruel, tragic incident in her younger years, followed by a series of more devastating situations that seemed to befall her again and again. Then one day, something happened and she realized her gift/curse.
Throughout my life I’ve been exposed to psychics and seers. My mother introduced me to the writings of Edgar Cayce when I was young, as she was practicing automatic writing, dream analysis and programmed meditation. Even though I want to believe in the supernatural I remain skeptical, however that has never stopped me from reading everything I could about remote viewing and all things related to the transcendence of the mind, whether by a substance or by some esoteric art, my entire life I’ve been fascinated by the power of the mind.
Several times I visited Cassadaga Florida, plus experienced some very weird things, to with with a crystal ball, in New Orleans. However, Cassadaga in Florida is most interesting because all along the opposite side of the road to the spiritual camp there are small houses, one after another, they almost look like children’s playhouses but they are all the dark arts, such as tarot, voodoo and other practices that are every bit as valid as the light-workers across the street. As I remember it, the tarot readers and occultists etc… were on the dark side of the road, they’re in an UN-incorporated township and were once (maybe still are) in dispute for their right to remain in quasi-business (some only open on busy weekends).
The Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is large and impressive, on manicured grounds in a park like setting, very peaceful and inviting but it’s all the wonderful people and great psychics that attend, that makes it so great and so much fun. On certain days at designated times there are free psychic readings, for a selected number of attendees, by a panel of local and visiting psychics. The readings are done live and in front of the attendees. I was once lucky enough to have my fortune told, in front of the crowd by an elderly southern gentleman, with white hair, who I’ll never forget, was wearing a canary yellow sports coat, told me several things that day that have all but one, come true.
Probably in some cases the village prophet, seer, soothsayer or psychic was a family business because they were the ones to dispense the herbs, potions, lotions, lexers and concoctions. One wizard passes down the secret recipes to his own progeny, just keeping it in the family. Therefore, in modern times it stands to reason that a majority of the people making a living from reading tarot cards, palms, tea leaves, crystal balls and people’s fortunes in all the ways possible, are making the stuff up and actually have no clue… Not an Intuitive.
Throughout the world, every culture boasts of it’s special person, the witch-doctor, soothsayer, or in the case of my friend at the bookstore, an “Intuitive”. My thinking is that in many cases of folk-lore, the “medicine-man” person was often a charlatan that got in that position by a lucky twist of fate, or a smart guess in front of a curious crowd and then the word spread. We all want magic, it’s in our genetics. To actually have the ability, whether by dark arts or light, is both a gift and a curse. It’s one thing to be admired by the tribe, plus keeper of all those herbs and lexers but you soon discover that the job comes with major downside – no peace because everybody wants you, including the dearly departed.
The Cassadaga Spiritualist camp began when the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association was founded by George P. Colby, from Pike, New York, a trance medium who traveled to many different states, giving readings and seances. He was well known, and in his travels, Colby was referred to as the “seer of spiritualism”. Colby attended summer Spiritualist Camp meetings at Lily Dale, New York, the town adjacent to Cassadaga, New York.
Colby worked with several spirit guides who would give him knowledge. One of his spirit guides was an Indian named Seneca, who had manifested to Colby during a seance in Lake Mills, Iowa. According to Colby, Seneca had instructed him to travel south to Florida, where he eventually arrived at a place called the Blue Springs Landing, near Orange City, Florida. According to Colby, the area that Seneca had led him to was the same area that Colby had seen during the seance in Iowa.
Colby had arrived in Florida in 1875, and on the 18th of December, 1894 the charter was granted to form The Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Meeting Association. Later on January 3, 1895 Colby had signed a warranty deed to the Association for thirty-five acres. The people who came to the Spiritualist Camp in the early days of its formation were affluent and well educated. The Cassadaga Spiritualist camp was named after the small Spiritualist Camp community found outside of Lily Dale, New York. The Spiritualist Camp Association later received additional acreage that expanded the camp to the current fifty-seven acres.
The Cassadaga Camp today
Today, the Camp features the Cassadaga Hotel, a central auditorium, The Colby Memorial Temple, a community library, the Caesar Forman Healing Center, a Camp Bookstore, and a welcome center. Also, there is the Andrew Jackson Davis Educational building, used for musical performances and gatherings. Nearby is the Colby-Alderman Park.
The principles of spirituality that are taught by the people at Cassadaga state, “Spiritualism has no dogma or creed, just a simple set of nine principles to help guide our lives”. According to the teachings of Spiritualism, it is the “Science, philosophy, and religion based upon the principle of continuous life”. On March 14, 1991, the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist camp was declared a U.S. Historic District. The Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is a federal tax-exempt Church currently governed by a Board of Trustees.
The missing information is what Bob Frissell was writing about in his famous book Nothing in This Book Is True, But It’s Exactly How Things Are, 15th Anniversary Edition in it’s 15th edition since 2009 and originally published in 1994. A major part of the book is about sacred geometry. Sacred geometry is in everything, everywhere. Once you start to see it, you see it often but it probably never crossed your mind that it could be used as code, or software to unlock your mind. The core idea of “Nothing to something” (the original title) is to accelerate our planetary ascent into higher consciousness.
In practice the merkaba meditation taught by Drunvalo Melchizedek and adopted by Bob Frissell is the most tedious, long-term (5 – 12 years for results) commitment of anything I’ve ever heard of, however the explanation in both the book and the video, make it clear “why” it eventually works. Also, it’s important to note that other practitioners use similar methods, for other types of healing and therapy, in other words, merkaba meditation can’t cause you any harm. In my humble (and unprofessional) opinion, it’s worth a try to see how it feels – I did.
Sacred geometry and the merkaba are just plain cool to look at anyway, so it’s good to know that these neat patterns that we can find in nature, are very good for us.
Nothing in This Book Is True, But It’s Exactly How Things Are is an account of humankind’s function within the grand celestial battle between internal and external knowledge. Author Bob Frissell gives a compelling account of our planetary ascent into higher consciousness, presenting a big-screen view of the Earth through the experience of the Ascended Masters, Thoth, Babaji, and Drunvalo Melchizedek.
Pulling in all manner of conspiracy theories from the Secret Government to the Philadelphia Experiment, Frissell proposes both a core transdimensional shift based on the Mayan calendar and a personal Rapture mediated through the connected, affirmed breaths of rebirthing that his teacher Melchizedek used to travel from the other side of the universe to here—breathing your own spacecraft (merkaba) out of and around your aura in order to travel through the astral realms.
The 15th anniversary edition of this cult classic is revised and expanded with new illustrations and 50 pages of important new information on the Lucifer Rebellion, the solar storm, and the final three breaths of the merkaba meditation.
An excellent introduction to sacred geometry by Bob Frissell, a noted author and workshop leader.
If I could tell you the exact day and time when the world (as we know it) comes to an end, would you be any better for it? What would you do differently, if you knew that there was a small, precise number of days and hours until something out of a Hollywood version of a Bible catastrophe, you know, something along the lines of what scientists have been telling us we’re long overdue for. In other words, a massive natural, maybe even cosmic, disaster. Perhaps even cataclysmic, or worse catastrophic, making it an extinction level event.
You and I will be much better-off not knowing the end-date but I for one will never stop thinking about it. Now the scientific community has had to agree that there’s enough proof to suggest that other civilizations have become extinct. Plus, the archaeological evidence of an advanced race of people who buried an entire massive structure at Göbekli Tepe in Turkey.
[box type=”info”]Göbekli Tepe (pronounced [ɟøbekˈli teˈpe], “Potbelly Hill”) is an archaeological site at the top of a mountain ridge in the Southeastern Anatolia Region of modern-day Turkey, approximately 12 km (7 mi) northeast of the city of Şanlıurfa. The tell has a height of 15 m (49 ft) and is about 300 m (984 ft) in diameter. It is approximately 760 m (2,493 ft) above sea level.
The tell includes two phases of ritual use dating back to the 10th – 8th millennium BCE. During the first phase, pre-pottery Neolithic A (PPNA), circles of massive T-shaped stone pillars were erected. More than 200 pillars in about 20 circles are currently known through geophysical surveys. Each pillar has a height of up to 6 m (20 ft) and a weight of up to 20 tons. They are fitted into sockets that were hewn out of the bedrock. In the second phase, Pre-Pottery Neolithic B (PPNB), the erected pillars are smaller and stood in rectangular rooms with floors of polished lime.
The site was abandoned after the PPNB-period. Younger structures date to classical times. The purpose of the structures is not yet clear. It was excavated by a German archaeological team under the direction of Klaus Schmidt from 1996 until his death in 2014; Schmidt believed that they had been early neolithic sanctuaries.[/box]
Several years ago, when earth changes became obvious, I was suckered into believing the comet ELENIN hoax, do you remember that one? It was an end-of-the-world “type” hoax. Turns out, the comet Elenin Hoax was a well-orchestrated disinformation campaign paid for by a couple of different lettered agencies. This high-tech campaign was complete with radio shows, youtube channel with a convincing cast of professional characters, including astrophysicists and astronomers. The comet ELENIN community felt like we we had the answer to why the Gov. was frantically building underground bases, bunkers and transport infrastructure. Anyway, we were wrong and once bitten, twice shy.
The Black-budget government operators had inadvertently spawned a new breed of truth-seeker and researcher. The space weather watchers were born and with insane amount of data collection resources and had already launched into the learning curve of searching for anomalies and patterns. We learned together, even though there were a few more diversions along the way, as the group fractured into sub-groups and many of us beginning to pay more attention to solar weather than to “chemtrail” local weather. Also, the space weather truth community outed one of it’s own as co-intel (a paid misinformation agent, aka shill) and still to this day there are opposed factions, however, for the most part we all share some common experience (with comet ELENIN) and we all share one other truth, we know that; something evil, this way comes.
My favorite research is from Black Star Report by Terrel03 but I also appreciate BP Earthwatch, Gil Broussard, Kerry Cassidy, Higher Truth Channel, and even Thornews can teach us a thing or two about becoming a space weather nerd. However, there’s one person who is “must see and listen to” it’s Steve Olson from the WSO, which stands for “Wormwood System Observers” an online network of researchers who are scanning the webcams of the world and finding, time and time again, undeniable photographic evidence of some large planetary system, inside our solar system.
In my mind, if planet earth is 6 billion years old, then I think we’ve experienced over 1 million total extinction events. It’s very likely that there have been many other civilizations on earth.
The nickname “Big Pineapple” for Sao Paulo made perfect sense. In Brasil they have an expression for when people (one or more) have a tough problem to solve: “descascar abacaxi”, which translates to “peel the pineapple”. This always refers to something that is unpleasant and painstaking, with the possibility of making a sticky mess.
Interestingly, the Portuguese word abacaxi also translates to; “pain”. Maybe that’s the root of the expression “descascar abacaxi”, not sure, but I always liked it, for the visual of peeling pineapples, as they are the most prickly abrasive fruit, with by far the most abundant and sweetest juice, of any plant known to man.
Now the visuals I can give you, to substantiate “why” the nickname “Big Pineapple”. Think about the sharp outer skin of the pineapple, also the barbs on the leaves. Now imagine razor-wire and you begin to see just one of the odd parallels of a pineapple and a giant city that has a very prickly outer layer.
Yes it’s sad to say, razor wire is a common sight in Sao Paulo and just like a pineapple, you’d have no idea how nice it was on the other side of that skin, unless you’d tasted it before, or someone told you how sweet it is. The surface seems to be designed to detract the would-be taster, from even getting started. It just looks too damn nasty from the outside.
There must be a method, you might ask. And if it were a normal problem to solve, Google would provide the answer, so on the search term “descascar abacaxi” (translates to “peel a pineapple”) you’d find 295,000 results but if you search how to get “inside” Sao Paulo, you’d be lucky to find a dozen sources in English, most of them blogs and all of them out of date. That’s where the “Big Pineapple Chronicles” comes-in, to assist the curious seeker, on how to “descascar abacaxi”.
Directly from the Big Pineapple, we share stories and cool videos to enlighten the topic. My objective is to get inside Sao Paulo and extract the juiciest content, mix it together with tales of the people we meet along the way, and serve it up fresh daily.
Definition of pineapple
A large juicy tropical fruit consisting of aromatic edible yellow flesh surrounded by a tough segmented skin and topped with a tuft of stiff leaves. It is low-growing, with a spiral of spiny sword-shaped leaves on a thick stem.
Three years ago this May I broke my foot off. When I say “off”, I’m not exaggerating. It’s amazing to me, that I’m able to write about it, which is also part of the reason that “I am” writing about it because I can. Supposedly, I’m still getting over it.
For sure it was one of those things of such monumental drunken stupidity, that the psychological scars will take a lifetime to heal, and maybe then some….
Up until that fateful day in May, I had never spent a night in a hospital and then in one moment of altered-mind ignorance, I earned my first ten. Someday I’ll write more about that unbelievable experience (as I recover from it) but suffice it to say, that I was forever changed by it, in more ways than one smashed ankle with eleven new parts and pieces. My humble pie had been served.
To make matters worse, for the first time in my life I was an invalid. Just take a look at that word – in=un “valid” – it’s not a good distinction to wrap your head around. There’s a significant amount of shock involved with what I had done to myself. This new reality, for me, required large doses of patience with triple doses of self-reflection. Whenever I hear the name or voice of Alan Watts, I forever will be reminded of that period of my life because listening to his recorded lectures became a daily action of my mental therapy.
The first six months of physiotherapy was nothing compared to the intense self-analysis, the crushing reality of not being able to walk (at all at first), plus a guarantee, at best, of a club-foot for the rest of my life. This was a mighty blow for an alpha male ego. The depths of my depression hit all-time record levels, despite the fact that the healing and recovery starting happening at the same moment that the bones broke. It’s true, whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.
One thing prompted me to tell my “humble pie” story, is that I’ve been recording allot of video and producing a daily VLOG on YouTube and in my films you can notice my limp, or perhaps me more that the audience. None the less, I’ll embed the video below and you can see for yourself, when I walk through the street fair in Sao Paulo, it’s difficult for me to carry the camera smoothly because of the limp, a daily reminder, of my humble pie.