My interpretation of some terms may not align with others and it’s important we are on the same page with our terminology if we have any chance to speak the same language.
I make some up but mostly I take terms I know and use them in my own way, for instance wet paper bag isn’t the full saying it is, couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag, wet paper bag sums it up for me. Alternatively, someone tells me something like screaming eagle, and the explanation is completely plausible, it causes no harm in it not being the true meaning and, most importantly, it is funny.
Screaming Eagle
I get to introduce Scotty here, a mate I know is struggling too. It breaks my heart how many of my friends are struggling, does it break yours? Many of your friends are struggling, you very likely are, what do we do about this? The pursuit of happiness is proving not to be any road to happiness, so what do we do?
After primary Scotty and I went to two different schools, they came with two different languages, still English but one not really.
14 years old, me and Scotty are at Magic Mountain, been there all day and had a blast. Start walking home and the beautiful worker woman pulled over and gave us a lift into town. She was attractive, she was the first woman who I had a sexually motivated boner over, right there in the back seat of her car.
Scotty clearly had similar thoughts going through his head, well it is all that ever went through Scotty’s head really. I didn’t have any thoughts, just this thing that came when I saw down this women’s shirt accidentally and it got all vibratory energy like, never experienced it before, freaked me out.
Scotty banged on about her all day, and I don’t know if this conversation was had with Scotty but it’s plausible and the situation makes it more so. Scotty talking about a bunch of things she wanted to do to him, yeah she wanted him but he was playing hard to get ….. And then he said, ‘I wonder if she’d be up for a screaming eagle?’ It was a rhetorical question, he knew I had no idea what he was talking about, he just said it because he wanted to tell me what it was so badly.
‘So Freddy, picture a woman, how many holes does she have? Three right? Yep, well done, haha! Virgin!’ ‘Anyway Freddy, she also has two hands right? So now, I want you to picture this, think really hard and try to get the full scene in your head. Picture that in each hole, and also in both hands is a big fat dick!’
Scotty pauses, he can see that I’m trying to work this out, it’s complicated. Finally the look comes into my eye that says okay I get ya mate, and Scotty says with a massive smile on his face ‘screaming eagle’.
‘You’re welcome’.
Contradiction
I was reading the cricinfo biography for a retiring cricketer, Peter Siddle. I really enjoyed watching him bowl, the guy worked hard non-stop, all day, every day. It was exhausting watching him. It is well know that Siddle is vegan, eats a box of bananas or something crazy on match days.
His bio states that Peter is a contradiction, a farmer who is also a vegan. This is not the meaning of contradiction, maybe saying he was a butcher and a vegan provided the veganism involves animal rights. Alternatively, a contradiction would be something like Hitler giving an anti-discrimination speech, Donald Trump saying something intelligent, Ghandi running the UFC or a rascist and bigot like Tony Abbott being named the Minister for Aboriginal Affairs.
Oh, wait, the last one actually happenned ….
WAIT! There’s more! We first voted this maggot as our Prime Minister, and, AND, somehow we Aussie’s think we have the right to bag out America. Yeah, they voted him in twice, but we voted in someone thrice as bad, we really are a shit piece of shit people.
Sack of wet cement
This one I am pretty sure is real. It more or less means someone or something is a dead weight, you would not want it tied to your feet when pushed off a ship in the middle of the ocean. There is only one direction you go in this situation and it is straight down, this is all a dead weight does, brings everything in it’s world down.
If David and the RSL weren’t such sacks of wet cement the Groundskeeper might actually have a chance of bringing some security to it’s life.
To believe, have faith, to think.
Belief – an acceptance that something exists or is true, especially one without proof.
There is no proof, key term here. Without proof anything we can summise, hypothesize, presume, attach ourselves to is merely a guess. It is not acceptance, it is a guess based on attachment to how someone wants something to be. So much so they will ignore the myriads of evidence available proving their guess wrong.
The bible is not even subjective evidence, it is a book written nearly 2000 years ago, parts of it longer. Nobody alive was there witnessing any of the events. Nobody can know anything about this book, including the motivation behind it, the only thing available is belief, acceptance without proof, a guess.
This is merely what belief is a guess that I reallly really really really want to to be true. So much so I will ignore all the evidence, the fact that not a single person in my life or the life of anybody I have known has found freedom through this stupid thing doesn’t matter. In fact, if I were to use my own brain I will see that it has done nothing but brought violence to the world, hatred and separation.
Faith – strong belief in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual conviction rather than proof.
Again, there is no proof.
I have a mate, beautiful mate, Dominic who is holding the world and himself back with faith. This man believes that if he were to jump off a cliff he will bounce straight up. He is a medicine provider and her has this rubbish in his space, he does what he does more beautifully than anybody but still he is putting a fence around the people he works with.
If you have faith and this is your answer, it is not an answer, it is not an answer until it is proven. To be free one has to test their faith, you, believer in cliff jumping miracles will need to test this for freedom and I don’t know a whole lot of people who have survived this. Not much objective evidence is available to me.
It doesn’t seem like the most repeatable or reliable way to freedom. In one way it is, just comes without the breathing part.
Alternatively understand faith is belief, it is a guess, it is getting in the way of the truth, of the evidence. It, as much as belief, is causing absolute separation.
To think – have a particular opinion, belief, or idea about someone or something.
Well, it means exactly the same as the above but without as much attachment. There is still attachment but not as much, it may be possible to get through to you.
I think this and that, I am a hairdresser and I think this about Artificial Intelligence because the lyrics in a song I listen to said this, or Mary down the road said so-and-so, and I believe her. All the while there is the world’s leading AI engineer trying to tell you that you are wrong and this is why, the why based on evidence, based on a specialist. The why that means nothing in comparison to your I think, I believe.
See what I’m getting at here?
Understand basic language and thinking for yourself becomes much more available.
Subjective data
Subjective data is information that comes directly from the patient and reflects their personal perspective.
An example is the pain scale, it is not measurable in any other way other than opinion. It is opinion always because everybody perceives pain differently.
The start of the session a doctor asks your pain level, you respond. They, then, at the end of the session, again, you respond. Starting at a pain level of 7, decreasing to 5 by the end of the session. The therapy was successful in making your pain two levels better. Personal perspective based data.
Subjective data is not reliable nor consistent. It does not mean something is true, it is not evidence.
Subjective data is always a bit of a guess, hmmm, ummm, it feels about a, I don’t know, maybe a seven.
Objective data
Objective data is information that is verifiable and consistent, regardless of who is collecting it.
Objective data is math, pure mathematics and nothing else. It is numbers, everything is repeatable by anybody with the right equipment, it is evidence based.
17 monkeys died and three were cured from the disease by treatment A. 17 monkeys were cured, three had no change, and zero died from treatment B. Numbers simple.
A study scooping jelly beans with a specfic scoop found after 91265 scoops that, on average, each scoop of jelly beans contains 143 jelly beans. Data. It is made up of, on average, 31 white, 22 green, 17 black, 9 brown, 34 blue, 13 purple and 17 yellow.
Objective data is reliable and consistent. It means something is as close to true as can be proven, there are occasionally exceptions, but overall objective data is much more reliable evidence.
So, I guess, for everyone asking the stupid question of who decides what is true? I’d imagine the answer is the objective data. Everything else is subjective, just a guess, no need to get all bent out of shape about it all.
Guys
Guys, I use this word a lot, I use it for both women and men and groups alike. My blood boils when people, women, a group of them, tell me not to call them guys because they aren’t guys, when they completely are. Ignorance, shits me to tears.
Guys, this word, that means a collective of people, any people, all people. There is no gender in this word, it does not have a masculine or feminine identity. It is the perfect word to call a group of anybody’s.
To argue that calling a bunch of women guys is like you calling me a girl is pure stupidity, it means you have no idea what you are talking about, you bring no value to my world, anybody’s world. There is literally a YouTube video I once saw on a young woman banging on about this word for 20 minutes, not-realising, or taking the time to understand it first, do a tiny bit of research, understand it is gender neutral.
The singular is masculine, two different words.
The funniest thing about this word however is its origins, I’m just going to copy and paste from the dictionary, you do the rest;
The original definition of “guy” and its plural “guys” stems from Guy Fawkes and the effigy of him burned on Guy Fawkes Day in England. These effigies, often depicted in ragged or grotesque attire, became known as “guys”. Over time, the term evolved to describe a person of strange or poorly dressed appearance, and then eventually, a more general term for a man. In modern usage, “guys” is often used as a gender-neutral term for a group of people.
The Enigma
In everything I am writing there is a puzzle within each heading, all topics will end up being the same outcome, the same puzzle solution. Within paragraphs within each chapter the same process is happening. This is called an enigma, a mystery in the puzzle space without being a mystery at all.
An Enigma is generally a puzzle we need to look at from a different angle, with different eyes, using different parts of our socialised thinking patterns. Once we are able to take a little right turn and look down on the puzzle from another angle we see that it is actually really simple.
I have three jigsaws in front of me, I do not in actual fact, imagine I do. One is a standard 800 piece puzzle, takes up half a small coffee table, the second the same size, 80 pieces, the third same size again, 8000 pieces.
Picture one is a country farm setting, two a family of pigs in a sty, three is nothing but solid blue. The first puzzle is your standard difficult, handful of hours, the second beginner level, the third you have been on for a week and managed to find seven pieces that fit one another, it’s a puzzle that you cannot get your head around. It isn’t an enigma yet though, no matter how hard you find it.
One part of the enigma is why the hell, and who the hell decided it was a good idea to take a photo of blank nothingess. You pat them on the back, easy money.
These are all still just plain old-fashioned jigsaw puzzles, varying difficulties but they all follow the same set of parameters, you can only complete them by following those parameters. An enigma is designed to ensure you have to think outside of those parameters. It’s the game I am playing with you, working to open up your brain to think a little differently together.
The three puzzles are finally complete, sitting next to one another. You stare, just stare, cannot work out what is going on in front of you, but there is something here that needs to be explored.
Taking a closer look at the standard difficulty puzzle you see a family of pigs in a sty, it looks familiar, you sit back. Holy shit, these canny pricks have used the same photo to make two very different puzzles for two completely different audiences, good on them, easy money. The smile then comes across your face, you cannot help but laugh at the genius behind it, photo number three is actually a cloud, it is a zoomed in shot of the other two puzzles.
The enigma isn’t the puzzle, it’s the puzzles as a whole, seeing the mystery behind them all. They are one and the same thing, $150 just came out of your pocket to buy the exact same picture three times. An Enigma has a solution, you often do not know you are working with one until you do, or until it becomes clear that the problem in front of me is not the problem as I want it to be.
We want things to work x, y and z, but often they work y and z before x. The more elastic, open to change, your mind is you’ll pick these things up super duper quickly, recognise the game, puzzle, enigma and have a bloody good time of it.
Everything I write I do not plan, but if you watch, and pay attention, I give topics and expand them, then I bring them all together as best possible for the stage of learning we are at. We then move forward to together.
To teach effectively you have to plan ahead, make the syllabus make sense, ensure that it flows.
I do not do this except for the flow part, not consciously. I used to, it was practice for how I interact with the world now, do my teaching and learning, my writing. I know I am writing this thing now, whatever it is. It is the reason I am at Lorraine’s, having only a handful of days before I leave Australia and many handfuls of drugs. The drugs ensure I mostly stay alone and away from vehicle and traffic noise, plus they ensure I have to express any residual bits and pieces left inside of me.
The obesity chapter is the most obvious currently, First Nations, Iboga, the Church, following next behind. I am about to write another chapter, it just came into my head, getting some darts first. Haha yep, getting fit taught by a durry muncher, part of the puzzle, prejudice. I have told you how little cigarette’s get in the way when you are not a lazy prick already. I am not obese, I can walk up a big hill, I can do it over and over again.
Obesity chapter, four or five headings ago I introduced exercise, next heading told you the first part of the solution to the obesity crisis is 30 minutes of moving your body everyday, not exercise (all though I used the word), just move it.
We then moved onto type two diabetes, a disease highly attributed to a lack of exercise, sedentary (not moving at all, sitting for long periods) behaviour, and poor diet. Heading one I introduce you to science, data and fact, unequivocal fact, cannot be argued unless ignorance dominates your world. The second heading on diabetes talks to you about my personal experience with it, what I have seen with my eyes, what you are being told, support for the evidence. I expand on the science behind the condition within the expanded explanation. I am attempting to get you to understand how real this is, while understanding the realness.
I have introduced some technical terms along the way, pancreas and insulin for example, oxygen, talked about reduction in blood flow, what that means for our bodies, the poor outcomes it can have.
Now, after I get me some darts, the next part in the process is forming in my head. It isn’t quiite there yet to writing levels but it is forming. The topic has a heavy focus on tying together exercise, oxygen, blood flow, blood vessel walls and more, all the things we have already talk about. I will help you make sense of it hopefully, put all puzzles together, understand the enigma.
The enigma is rarely what you think, it mainly comes because you do not understand the basics of what you are learning. In this whole thing it is what we do together, build our basics, understand them together. From this point I guarantee your own world will open up to you, simply through understanding simple concepts simply.
It absolutely did for me.
Socialising and Conditioning
Have you read these words once or twice? Let’s see if I can make it quick and simple, bit boring to talk about to be honest but we need to understand one another if we are going to have a real conversation.
Socialising is what I have learned from the circumstances in which I was raised. Socialising continues throughout our life through the choices we make, choices that were formed from the most intensive socialising influence period of our lives. The zero to three year period.
Our first three years of life we are sponges, the most spongy of sponges. We have very little communication skills until we can form sentences, generally between the ages of 18 and 24 months. Up until this pure sponge, nothing but listen, watch and learn. In the womb even, nothing but listen and feel. What we are exposed to during these years, even in utero, dictates the path of our lives, our influenes, our habits, the things we keep secret.
The older we get the less of a sponge, we remain extremely spongy throughout the teenage years.
Socialising is what we learn from family, and the influences our family bring into our lives. There is no control over it, we simply sit back and learn. Next, when communication is built we communicate in their way. We exist in the house environment by the thumb of the father, the pascifist mother, vice-versa, the rules we need to obey. The house extends to social interactions, we learn it all, take it all in. Parents, yes, you must reflect if your child is a struggling adult.
Of course we have our own will, thoughts, interests. Many will conflict with our socialised and conditioned norms, the struggle within myself begins. Which is basically what feelings are, a struggle to understand the way things are versus how we want them to be.
Conditioning is the influence of those fighting for your attention. Advertising, media, news, politics, what it means to be a man, who a woman should be, stereotypes, expectations. The things that make you think you need to be anything but you.
We understand eachother now? Wasn’t too boring actually, really enjoyed writing it, Happy Wednesday good buddies.
Tool
Tool, I use this word a lot, primarily in place of other alternative words, such as wanker. I figure when somebody has already said something perfectly I do not need to repeat it. Instead, I am going to point you there.
Youtube, looking for a video with lyrics, Tool – Hooker with a penis.
Incidentally, my favourite band, it is a tough song to introduce you to them, it is raw, it is early Tool. As their career progresses the music becomes more melodic rather than raw, the maturation of the band I love. What I love more however is Tool, no matter how long they have been around are always Tool.
Today, I’d love for them to see if they can perfect simple, simple is perfection. Their art now is phenomenally beautiful but it is also complicated, partly why I love them.
Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy simply means that I will tell you something that I myself am not living, or apply a theory to you which does not apply to me. Let me give you a real life example, let it tell the story of the definition.
It is September, a homeless man who has been living in the bush eating nothing but weetbix, jam and water walks into the Triabunna Cafe and Takeaway.
The man asks the lady attending, ‘I have no money, is it possible to ask for a coffee and in return I will do an hour of work, I’m not asking for it for nothing but I cannot pay money.’
‘I’ll ask the boss’ responds the attendant.
I have never ever ever heard of such bullshit, never have I heard someone come in here and ask for a coffee for nothing.
‘I wasn’t asking for it for free, I said I would give you an hour of my time. Even specifically mentioned cleaning the toilet and bathroom for payment.’
Something for absolutely nothing, never in my wildest dreams would I think this would come through the door.
Homeless man shakes head and leaves.
Hours later a story would be dictated, it is supported by every person within earshot of Triabunna.
‘Haha, he said that? Him, the owner of the Triabunna Cafe and Takeaway?’ Laughing and laughing before continuing.
‘The bloke who owns it is such a fucking loser. Such a piece of worthless shit that his parents and family became so sick of him being so useless at everything that they bought the cafe and gave it to him for absolutely nothing to get him the hell out of their lives. Even his parents and family tell people he is the most useless, lazy, worthless, pathetic fuckup on this earth. Not a person can stand him.’
‘How fucking funnny.’
Compassion
Patrick, from the Bwiti, makes a guest appearance here too. Welcome dead-beat buddy.
Little learning circle, Patrick, William, Pamela and me. Patrick states proudly and confidently, ‘compassion, I have none, will not give you any, don’t try and come to me expecting it.’
Patrick, you cannot run a healing space, be with other people if you do not understand or project compassion.
It is sad that Patrick thinks this is a beneficial process in the healing space, not giving a shit about another person who comes to him for aid, not giving a shit about his fellow countrymen living and existing in awful conditions.
Gabon is disgusting, Libreville the capital is the introduction to Gabon for visitors and there is almost no place more disgusting on this earth.
Walking around the main parts of the city, about an hour walk in all directions from the hotel, with the exception of the water which is only a 20 minute walk down the hill, heartbreaking is barely the word.
Walk anywhere in Libreville and you will see palace’s, proper palace’s, ridiculously expensive buildings with no single bell or whistle missed. Buildings designed by the wealthy to show their wealth. Everyone else, basically everyone else, is living in the slums. Libreville, 8% absolute wealth, 92% poverty or a version of it.
92% is a subjective number, only what i saw with my own eyes.
Every bin has people picking food out of it. The bigger the bin the more people going through its contents. I watched as whole families would sought through them picking out food that might be still edible. Almost every bin a child or three, as young as three, would be squatting down, ripping open the plastic bags and eating directly from what they found. Heartbreaking is one word.
Medicine teaching, Patrick telling us about good food and how he refuses to eat it if it is shit, so much so that when he is at a restaurant when the food is not done well he will basically throw it back in the chef’s face and demand they make it again.
Steak, well done to burnt, balck, if it is not like this back it goes. Well done to burnt, wholy crap, way to destroy the meat and disrespect the animal in every way, cook all the good anything out of it including taste and texture. Patrick does not know good food, his tastebuds are in his arsehole.
He will throw it back without having a single thought for his fellow countrymen, children, who are suffering and starving right under his affluent privilege nose.
Compassion means I see my fellow human, see their struggle and pain, have a motivation to at least sit with them and hear them, support people to open their lives. Compassion and empathy go together, empathy the understanding of the way I feel and therefore have an understanding of how you feel. Compassion is the space I sit in when you are opening your heart, it simply means I am willing to hear you and treat you as a human being, like I treat myself.
Without compassion you are simply another Elon Musk, the kind of man that thinks giving a shit about another human being is the problem with this world. The only motivation to do anything is to reinforce your own ego, clearly this is Patrick too.
Privilege
Privilege, flows on a little now.
Simple and quick.
What are you paying for at a restaurant?
The food?
No, you are not. Can buy the same shit anywhere, the supermarket, take it home and cook it yourself, paying a fraction of the cost. With a bit of practice you’ll get bloody good at it, no need to visit restaurants for restaurant quality food.
Your money is purely buying privilege, the privilege of having another person cook and clean for you while you sit back and do nothing but eat. Only the privileged can afford to eat out, pay the additional labour cost, the privilege.
Eating at restaurants, cafes, buying a take-away coffee from Maccas, a small chips from the local fish and chip shop are all activities isolated to the privileged. From the only just privilege who can buy the chips to the Patrick privileged who can buy a good bit of steak, throw it away when it is isn’t exactly right and demand another, the pinnacle of privilege dominating life.
Understand this simplicity and remove your privilege, open compassion, open your world and those around you.
Integrity
Love Backpackers, the space, sometimes the people.
Generally, coming to these places means a few things, mainly one has to accept shit, stupid shit, not giving a fuck about anyone else type of shit. It is the way many travellers are. Like the tourist haggling over one dollar today, 15 minutes worth of haggling.
If I had an issue though it is my name, Fred. Write your name on your food and nobody takes it unless it says free, people forget to read the d at the end of my name, just see the Fre. Yesterday, had enough milk after breakfast to go with the little bit of left over coffee. Like to have it in the afternoon cold, I arrive at the fridge in the arvo and my milk is gone. Oh well, sad face, I’ll look at a new approach. It happens.
Backpacker spaces in general I’m starting to get a bit old for the crowd so I look for other similar options with a potentially aging crowd. Medicine facility and spaces are great for it. Most you do not need to take the drugs, there are many offerings for you to experience yourself in new ways and great people around for support.
There are however many, many many, that integrity is not part of their space.
Thomas, oh I am glad I get to talk about you. Thomas is running a, I do not know what to call it, because it is nothing that he described in the WWOOFing site. If there is a single man in this world who is the definintion of holding absolutely no integrity, well, buddies, Thomas is our man.
The space sounded great, about 30 minute drive from Lamas, coconut farm. Making coconut milk, soap, oil and a whole bunch of stuff. Additionally, the opportunity to learn about Amazonian medicine, fantastic.
Thomas picks us up in Tarapoto, big black African-American guy, bit taller then me, huge chest, skinny skinny legs, somebody keeps forgetting about leg day. Honestly, I have never met a man that looks so strong but is weak personified. Thomas, well, he was already presenting the fake integrity-lacking wanker I had come to know so well.
Arrive, coconut production has not been going for a while, still up on the site. Okay, fair enough, whatever.
Funny, though, Thomas, this was not a WWOOFing space, instead simply a place where he was using western travellers mainly as slave labour to build his facility, make more buildings, ensure he spends no money, as little as possible, in the design to make as much money as possible.
Thomas, like most facilities being run by westerners in cheap countries is simply abusing the system, abusing travellers, abusing and trampling all over the local people. Thomas, my friends is scum.
The space was nice, the people were ridiculously ridiculous.
I arrived, the next day almost everyone left, close to a full changeover, alarm bells were ringing. The mood of those leaving was good but not great, the people left behind, like what the fuck world?
The biggest bimbo I have ever met, absolute stereotypical American blonde bimbo and her bimbo questioning friend.
A lawyer and his wife, also lawyer, from England, fucking hell, these two.
More examples, but these will do, it explains the type of people the space attracts. Plus Thomas of course.
The blonde bimbo, what a moron, not going to talk about her friend who was clearly questioning whether staying in this tool’s life is a beneficial thing for her. It’s not buddy.
New people are about to arrive, Bimbo keeps telling everyone she is a lesbian, hates dick, there is a woman coming. Apparently she is attractive, I don’t know, did not involve myself in the Facebook stalking everyone else did, including Thomas.
Bimbo decides she likes this person, she might be an option for a relationship, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, maybe I’ll get a girlfriend, I want a girlfriend, Oh goody goody goody.
They continue stalking, see a post where the new woman says something and finishes with the word bitches. Fucking hell friends, Bimbo decides she hates her now, is crying and everything, it’s not fair.
Woman arrives, Bimbo pretends none of this happened, acts like they are best friends.
English couple, on the bus people are listening to their devices on loud, it is so rude.
‘You know you are not in England or the west any more? The way things are there are not the way they are here?’
But, but, you could at least have some respect and put headphones in.
‘Again, mates, you are not in England, you are in Peru. Things here are different, bringing you here and expecting everything to be your way is stupidity, and pure ignorance.’
The English have cooked a couple of nice meals from recipes, made a horrible orange juice. Not horrible at first, took three sips before realising it was pure orange juice, no water added, pretty much drinking straight sugar. Grosse.
The bloke, a lawyer, and another guy are talking about cooking, lawyer giving instructions on how to cook well. Cook all the big stuff first and then add the flavours like garlic, onion and whatever.
I laughed out loud, could not help myself, the guy does not know the first thing about cooking and is giving direction, he’s a moron. Defintion of ignorance, speaking without understanding or knowing the basics behind your words.
These four, plus the others, a young Spanish guy in particular, and Thomas, I have never seen anything so pathetic when it comes to working, doing physical labour. God, it was a joke.
Building a fence, Thomas started, then got bitten by what he says is a bullet ant, I don’t believe him. But, the show he put on to make sure everybody knew was pure pathetic, didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
Me and the local worker basically did the whole fence by ourselves. I chopped almost all the bamboo, carried all the bamboo, and assisted the local bloke to put it up. While I am cutting with the machete, then dragging five or six of these things at a time, I look up and see the rest of the workers pulling one small bamboo each, walking at the dawdlest of dawdles. Pathetic is not the word for these people.
Everyone complains non-stop about all the work, lawyer says yeah, if only cooking was part of it that would be great. Everyone agreed, I agreed, the first time anything intelligent came out of moron’s mouth.
Meeting time, I bring it up, let cooking be part of the chores. However, because it was me saying it and these lazy lazy pricks didn’t like me, all of a sudden it was a no, no, we don’t want to do that, we don’t want cooking to feel like work.
Again, laughed at them all, did not continue, did not bother, pathetic pathetic people. Lawyer tries to mediate, I let him go, didn’t bother, TOOL.
A weekend away I return with Wachuma/San Pedro cactus and am brewing it up in the kitchen. Thomas walks in, obviously at the request of others.
What are you cooking, Fred?
‘San Pedro, Wachuma, mescaline mate.’
That’s strong stuff.
‘Come on Thomas, how would you know, you have never tried it or any of the medicines around you.’
I don’t like you doing that here.
‘Your advertisement said a couple of things mate, one coconut production which is not happening, and, two, learning the Amazonian medicines.’
Yeah, it says learning, not taking them.
Fuck I laughed, right in his face.
Thomas, turns to his girlfriend, can you exit the space while we talk.
A massive smile came on my face, I had the urge to say to her, ‘mate, you are a grown woman, you are capable of being present for a difficult conversation, don’t let this tool control you and treat you like a little child. You are much better than this.’ She was too, a beautiful young woman with a beautiful heart which Thomas was abusing.
Funny funny, she cooked something and it was great. Most of the people say they are vegos (when it suits them of course), asked what was in it. This and that, chicken stock.
The room went quiet, again another massive smile on my face. The six people sitting next to me all looked at each other but were too big of cowards to say anything, she noticed, there is no chicken in the stock.
‘Thomas there is absolutely no way you can learn medicine or anything by filling your head with information. There is no learning at all here, for anything mate. I came, as you know, for the medicine and the cocount stuff, none are happening here.’
‘I’m going to leave as soon as I finish cooking this and I expect that you will give me a full refund. Nothing here is as your ad said.’
The advert says no refunds.
‘Mate, I know, I read it. I also read the other stuff which is not happening here, the stuff I came for, I expect a refund. It is a matter of integrity, I’m seeing if you have any.’
He did not, can guarantee still does not.
Weakest of weak men, and a great example to explain integrity and the complete lack of.