Guzman, my man, we’re going to handle things different today. What about speaking another language and make a fool of ourselve? I’m receiving ‘signs’ that I’ll have to proceed in English and that’s too bad, cause my English sucks. I’m still in Santiago Atitlan, a native village at Lago Atitlan. It is spooky here, Guzman. At every street corner there is this ‘Jesus is the path to glory’-church. The whole damn place is just one big God house. Spiritual energy floats through the streets, seeking for me as well. The churches are booming. You can hear the Indians calling for their Creator at every eight o clock in the morning. With loudspeakers and all. Embarrassing! The energy is so much alive that it got to me as well. Yep hermano, praise the Lord. No sex before marriage (‘I’ll be watching you’). Amen. Keep my voice down. No drinks and drugs. Hallelujah. You know, stuff like that. Maybe, in my case, it’s just a temporary loss of mind and it all disappears when I take the Fantastic Guzzi out for a ride. The wind will clear my mind then.
Before we get there, I do have to notice that I’m getting little signs or messages for a while now. It obviously started in Alaska and it’s getting galore. They all appear being a coincidence, but I know they’re not. For example meeting in La Paz of all places, was no coincidence. You and I know that. She was there to say that everything is just fine. ‘Don’t worry, keep on trucking. You’ve got my blessing’. I sure was fine in Mexico. Didn’t stay for a month as planned but half a year! I received many, many little ‘Nancy appearances’ now Guzman. I can’t neglect them anymore, because they lead to an answer, no lie. Isn’t this spooky he?
And I’m not ready yet. You know that in my darkest hours of the last past weeks, when even Jesus and Buddha told me to ‘hang in there, dude’, I practiced this living in the moment thing hard and I’m getting a hang of it. And while being in the moment you can see things you normally don’t. Well at least this enlightened and peaceful soul can.
Listen to this Guzman; it’s just a matter of awareness. People do point you at a certain direction, and a character on television can be talking to you in private, and this girl showing up at a crucial moment is not a coincidence, and a headline in a newspaper could be meant for you. Even a little paper on the street can draw your attention. They all (can) contain little messages, if you can see them or feel them. I’m playing this game now Guzman, and it’s fun. You never know the outcome, but you do know that what ever happens, the outcome will never harm you. Are you still with me? Isn’t this fun, old sport? So, an old indigene woman sold me on the street a lempira (Honduran money) for two quetzals. I bought it because I felt I had to and I want to see were the lempira leads to, just for fun. So probably this means that I go straight to Honduras and leave El Salvador behind. Maybe it´s just an symbolic figure. People buy for the symbolic amount of, lets say one lempira or a dollar, buildings, company´s, or this 20-year old Chiefs daughter. Hell, do I know what you can buy or do with one lempira. So let´s see. As long as I don’t have any expectation it can be anything I want and it will eventually serve the cause, and that’s me. I will point out this lempira meaning when it’s time. And I’ll tell you what the outcome of the sign was, okay? So the circumstances lead you trough the day and they will, because you have faith in them. Holy cow, and I haven’t had my THC-smokes yet!
Now, just once more about this expectation thing, Guzman and then I’ll shut up and do MY thing the rest of the day, which is doing absolutely nothing. You can’t expect anything. You hear me – anything. This was thrown in my face once more. Wow man, thought I was entitled to some cash flow. Wrote twenty (20!) small stories (with pictures) for a Dutch magazine with catholic intentions, whatever that means. They congratulated me five months ago with the assignment and were willing to pay a nice weekly amount of money. And when you think it’s about time to talk about payment – fuck, Paul Dickhead worked hard for this – you hear that everything is of. ‘Sorry man, all the best, keep up the good work.’ So Guzman (still there?) what do we learn from this – that you indeed can’t expect anything and that you can’t trust a Dutch catholic on his word.