is where my body is.
I started to expand on my statement.I am Me, talked about my name and understanding a name is nothing but a unique identifier, one that makes it possible to get my attention without getting everybody’s attention. Really, I do not need to expand on any examples in the statement, it is purely understanding that life, my life, all of it is a choice. So, understand the stuff I have said about my name and you will understand it all.
It really is that simple.
Home, for me, is not so simple. It does not seem to exist anywhere but where I am, in my body. However, it is simply the only thing I want. Home, to be home, just a for a moment, even one. To know what it means. To know what it means to occupy the same space in full trust with you.
It’s my journey now, relationships are useless to me if they do not come with the potential of making me and you home together. I want nothing else from you, numbers of friends on my socials and in my WhatsApp mean nothing, They are no friends at all. I want you, I want us, I want the two of us to do the rest of this thing together, do it completely, do life.
Home is not just me, it is community, love, conversation, freedom to be myself in the presence of you freely being you too. It is the importance of everything I write, I am calling to the four corners of the world. If there is anybody out there willing to give it a go, to create home, the fullest definition there has ever been please come forward. Let’s give it a go.
The HOME title goes hand in hand with accepting my invitation. Home to me now is you, Woman, a family, a community which I never ever want to leave. A place which is the only place I want to be now, then, ever again. I want to be there with me, you, any children that come into our lives. I want to create something truly special, chock full of love, safe.
This topic we explore the most important of important things to me, removing my isolation completely, interacting with the world purely in the way I want, no other, 100% love and value based. So, let’s give it a whirl, see where we can take this topic together. It’ll be funny, heartbreaking, everything in between. Guarantee above all, our conversation here will be phenomenally beautiful in every way.
It’s the truth
Love this topic, purely love it, I put it first in The Groundskeeper part two for a reason. Love and nothing but the love I have to give, the love that you will receive comes form this space. It is coming from the love of my life, the absolute pinnacle of love in life, me and my body. Nothing but love lives here ladies, nothing at all. It is all I have to give, I have nothing else, literally I have nothing and nobody else. I give what I have, it is the only thing I need. Let’s see if you can come to love it too.
Afterall home is my purpose, a garage to park my body, keep it safe right now and all right nows to come.
I no longer want to travel, fight for this cause and that, put these ridiculously painful medicines into my body.
Today, again, LSD, I did it intentionally knowing it is very likely going to be a horribly HORRIBLY painful day to follow. The isolation factor of my life is reaching a crescendo, it needs to go, it is dominating my almost every moment, it is ridiculously diculously painful, I am doing it alone. Clearly. Still. Why? How?
I don’t know. I really don’t. Let’s be honest, I really don’t.
I’m not ugly, no oil painting, but not ugly anymore.
I have a phenomenally strong and beautiful body.
Absolutely hilarious, pure gentlesess too, you know this already. Don’t really even need to bring attention to it.
As smart as absolute fuck, absolute fuck, pure genius.
But, I’m not allowed to say this, tell you I am genius, smart as absolute fuck, smart at all. When I do I am stuck up my own arse? You know it is true, I know it is true, yet I cannot say it? Cannot tell the truth? I want to be safe ladies, how is me not allowed to tell the truth safe? How is you not being able to express who you are safe?
I want to be safe. I want you to be safe, us to be safe together. Our children to be safe.
Other words; my desire is to be who I am, for you to be who you are, us to be who we are. For our children to become who they become, and only them, only you, only me.
This is the home I want to create, I will not compromise, not at all. Should I have to? Should there really need to be compromise when I am being who I am and you are equally being who you are? What compromise is required, seriously, give me one example?
We sleep on the same side of the bed, who compromises there Fred?
Fucking me idiot, you should too, it’s a side of the bloody bed. I’ll sleep.
The toilet, Fred? I’ll leave the seat down, up, in the middle do not care. You already know I do not care though. I come to your place and leave your place and the toilet seat is where it started. You left it like that or me, doesn’t matter, was left like that. Your house your rules, I pay attention to the toilet seat each time I arrive, replace it equally as such when I leave.
You come to my place and both seats are down, every time, one or two, the seats, both of them are closed. No arguments here, already compromising, no point bitching about it being up when it is always down.
Clee, pure life of hypocrisy, lived under her dictatorship for a few months. Gets up me about Sarah staying for two weeks, telling her Sarah would be there. Clee being away herself. Clee comes home, Sarah overextends the stay a few days, Clee gets up me. Clee’s friend comes for a night, she stays two weeks, only the mention of the one night, Clee cannot see the hypocrisy when I get up her after trying to get up me for the same thing.
Tells me to stop eavesdropping when she is crying and whinging and having a terrible time on the phone to her ex-boyfriend when she is doing it at 12am, loud on the phone, right outside my bedroom. The bedroom with no walls, only window pailings to ensure constant airflow amongst the hideous humidity.
Clee wanted to get up me for the toilet seats, she literally said it to me, but then decided she could not because they were always, without fail, both down.
Yeah! Fuck you Clee! Ha! Nah, terribly ugly woman, but a beautiful beautiful heart in amongst it all. I see what lies underneath ladies, not the shit you put on top, while still seeing the shit on top. I take this shit out of our situation, like literally, none of these meaningless things will get in the way.
I’ll compromise, I already have.
But, I will not compromise on being Me and will not compromise on you being You!
Get it?
Understand?
Clee, she was trying to bully and control me. Really started the night after I met a hot Hungarian, met her all night long, once again in the morning too. Clee and I are chatting at breakfast, ‘you out last night?’. Yeah made a mate on TInder, we hung out and had a bloody good night. Told her the truth, her face went full tension, I did not understand.
She started to try and dominate me, control me, bully me like the above, bring pure hypocrisy into the space. I opened up the cupboards in the kitchen the next morning to make my coffee, everything of mine had been moved to one tiny little shelf, a little one in the fridge too, Clee had open access to all territory.
Clee, what is this? Why I am suddenly only given this little piece of territory and you have all the rest. Like, mate, what is going on here?
‘Fred, it’s my place, that stuff is all mine. You are assigned that space.’
Fuck off Clee, we live here equally, you invited me in, I pay half the rent, we have equal space. Why are you suddenly, without any warning, treating me like absolute trash?
She continued to, I left. Left her with a nice note, fuck you Clee without saying fuck you, purely using examples. Was going to take me to the tribunal, court, over $200, the male to female toilet paper usage ratio. I refused to pay it, she wanted to break everything down to detail, so did I.
Started with assigned space, 8% to me 92% to Clee, took this out of what I owed her, she owed me it turned out, $600. She fumed. I compromised,
Okay Clee, we’ll settle on this. I have barely had friends over, you have them often. Toilet paper, statisitically females use three parts to every one part of their male counterparts. So, I have done a calculation on the toilet paper used, included your friends usage, it is about $250 to you $50 to me. I’ll take the $200 out of what I owe you, the last two weeks of rent.
Yeah, expensive toilet paper.
I did. I’m a funny fucking cunt, you know this already. Cleely didn’t care about the money, knew Clee absolutely did in the most pathetic of ways. Yeah, it was lesson time. So so funny.
Yeah, I fucked with her, money hungry slob. So I fucked with her. Petty petty examples of money and equality in the space, super petty, was seeing how far she would go. To court, over $200. Message after message to me, Fred, you going to pay? Court is tomorrow, have to go if haven’t paid by 12 tonight. Fred, you paying? Fred? Fred? Fred.
I paid, scheduled the bank transfer for like 11:59pm the night it needed to be done knowing beyond doubt this piece of shit would be sitting there watching and waiting. Getting ready to jack off at the only thing of any value in her life, numbers increasing in a database. What a disgustingly sad life.
Money too, before continuing, will never ever come between us. I will be broke and homeless, living in the bush eating weetbix before it will, even then it will not. You know this already, I will jump from a cliff before I tell a lie to put money in my pocket. Everything I have, this stupid pathetic rubbish shit that destroyed my whole world, you can have all of mine. Every single cent. Just remember to leave me a pack of darts and cannabis every day and I’ll be as happy as a pig in fucking shit.
So, ladies, we continue education, we remove all the hypocrisy, bullying and control shit from it. It is the trash I have removed from my life, you can see how harmful it is, how it stops us from being who we are together?
I hope we understand each other, I really do, let’s move forward with heart.
Because, ladies, the truth is, the whole truth, I am a beautiful fucking man. A phenomenally PHENOMENALLY beautiful man, the very best of us. Any of you would be the pinnacle of lucky to end up with me, you will be treated like I treat myself, an absolute King, clearly.
I’m not going to treat anybody any differently to how I treat me. Not a single thing different, if I am the current King in your life then you are the current Queen in mine, we treat other like this, be who we are together. True love is already there, it started the thing, drives it, the words never ever need to be used. Words do not describe love friends, not at all, not in any way, it can only be experienced.
So, come, experience it, give it a go and then decide if I am full of shit. See if I give you even one single example.
Sadly, not sadly, you’ll trust me, that it is just me, there is no other better Me, there really isn’t. Then, the pinnacle of Home, of a good fucking life with blow your current thought pinnacles out of the universe.
It’s the truth.
A good root
Look, Woman, I know the title isn’t exactly your idea of romantic, it isn’t mine either. As everything that came before, seeing beyond the words to understand the story underneath is our first step to success. Learning to speak the same language together.
Your language will always be your language, mine will be mine, we come from different worlds, it is what it is. However, we work to understand, let ourselves be willing to understand one another, know we are saying the same things even though we are using different words. They make no difference, only the difference that we let come between us.
Discussed the meaning of a good root briefly in the About section, expanding here because it is important for us all to understand. Whether you want a good root with me or someone else, it is equally important to understand.
You see, getting a good root has nothing to do with me throwing you onto the bed after a night dancing, drinking and having a good time. Like, we can do that but it isn’t where we start.
We start with trust, the kind that allows us to express and be who we are in the space of one another.
Sitting on a bus together, being quiet, feeling safe and comfortable without needing to fill the air with noise, with words. Sometimes there are words, words that come with meaning rather than general chit chat, the hills are nice, the weather is shit, what should we do for dinner tonight? Honestly, this is not conversation, only discomfort fillers. I do not want it wasting my and our space.
To work together, a new task, maybe trying to get the music to play from two different speakers so we can listen together, move from one space to another and have the tunes flow, tunes we both like, similar music taste. Great. The learning, the working together, is simple and without stress or any pressure to get the task right. We get it right when we do, we get it right together.
When we talk, we talk freely and openly, every topic is welcome. Neither of us need to feel ashamed, embarrassed, scared or any other emotion stopping us from speaking our position. Equally, we are open to the position being challenged if it requires challenging. You know, as I know, the challenge comes from a space of love and opening, there is no spite, revenge, trying to bring the other down.
You want to go somewhere, want me to come, I don’t want to, you accept it. Most times I will, or you will, but sometimes we won’t, it’s okay, again, we accept it, understand the other needs to do them right now, it’s important they are allowed to.
We build trust in all areas and it flows on to everywhere else.
Sex, yeah, of course we’ll need to practice. Learn each other along the way. It may take us three months, six months, to achieve the good root I am talking about, it may only take one time. It doesn’t matter, as we go along we come to understand that safety outside the bedroom translates to inside the bedroom. The less control outside, the more freedom inside.
Freedom in relationship and sex is the most important of important things, it cannot be achieved when trust is continually being broken.
When two people trust each other, really really trust each other, and take this to the most vulnerable of vulnerable spaces those spaces become less vulnerable. Possibly the vulnerability completely removed. Together we express ourselves in a way only two people intimately connected can. The stronger the intimate bond, the trust, the greater the expression.
Have mentioned it in Aussie Refugee, the noises, fluids and everything else that comes with great sex is just phenomenal, absolutely phenomenal. Phenomenal, yet, I have not and you have not achieved the kind of safety I am talking about in relationships here, I want to and I know you want to too.
This safety and trust, it is the only thing I want, the goodest of roots an absolute bonus but it is distant interest comparatively. The main fact is the sex, whether it continually gets better or worse, is a gauge of our relationship and trust. If you don’t feel like you can be you around me outside the bedroom then you cannot be you inside the bedroom.
Again, let’s just be us together, who we are, allow the other to be who they are, make trust and freedom of expression our goal. See what happens.
The goodest life
Ladies, and to be perfectly honest, do not mind if you are a ladette. You know? The TV show. Funny funny, the ladies were better how they started. Their own people.
Beautiful.
As is my current home, come join me. The white thing is a day bed we will probably fall asleep on. Made it super comfortable.
The coloured object, of course the waterfall have mentioned a few times.
Give it a go, I’d almost bet it’ll be the goodest life.
Thank you Danyel and an Apology
All the women, and men, named here have not given me their permission. Some flat out made it a clear no for me to continue discussing them publicly. Danyel, for example, who took out a violence order. Somehow thinking that the most pathetic coward of organisations, Australian Police, handing me a pathetic piece of paper requested by the most pathetic cowards of men would somehow stop me.
Thank you Danyel, you inspired me, no longer have to make up names for you guys, just use your real ones, so much easier. Like, buddy, thank you for making this so much easier, the writing flows completely now. Barely miss a detail, hey?
Sorry equally too, to everybody named with the exception of those in power who need to do better.
There are things in this world that are more important than anything else. The world we live in is a horribly painful world for so many when it does not need to be. My stories are the human being we all are, you are, we know it together that they are. Some I am worse than you, others I am better. We still are equally the same, and we get to learn it together.
My passion is for all men to be better men not just the handful I interact with on a weekly basis. The stories are who I am, your stories are who you are, our stories are who we are, experiences, memories. It is the meaning of the phrase be who we are together, you cannot take them from me, they cannot be controlled. You will not, can not, get in the way of what I am trying to achieve.
Simply a better life for us all.
The waitress
Not going to ask the waitress out, time to leave Banos, the intention has been reached. Would only ask her if I intended to come back, I do not. Beautiful BEAUTIFUL place that could easily be called home should it come to it.
After all, Home, this is the intention behind all I do currently. Have the ultimate home planned however it does not need to be home at all. Banos is almost perfect, with the right person would have no problem setting up roots here if it is where she wants to be, making it the forever place.
The traffic noise is the main drag, isn’t terrible but cannot be avoided. In many places, cheap places in particular, traffic noise comes with a lot of horn noise, even on quiet days. Traffic, cars, trucks, motorcycles always present.
Home number one choice there is none, zero, zip traffic noise. There are vehicles but they are electric mainly and do not move too quickly. Can walk in any direction for as far as I want without running into the noise. There are a few main hubs around the area which do have the traffic but I’ll be far enough away to never think about them.
So, yeah, Banos in Ecuador phenomenally beautiful place, phenomenally beautiful. People as friendly as buggery, smiles and laughs had all round.
Last night big laughs with the lady downstairs I generally buy an ice-cream from every few days. Wanted cereal this time, had a look at how to say cereal before heading down, confidence was high. Result was not anywhere near the intended, took home a packet of chips instead.
No matter what we tried, charades for about five minutes could not get them to understand what cereal was. Actioned the eating of cereal, talked about adding milk to a bowl of grain and eating it, a bunch of other things. Reached nowhere at all, figured they do not eat cereal which is very likely.
Almost no cafe sells it, there is a version of granola that is generally scattered over bowls of fruit and yoghurt but no cereal in the way we know it. Go to the supermarket and a version of corn flakes can be found but all the rest is sugar sugar sugar, especially the chocolate stuff, is AWESOME while being not awesome at the same time. Sure is fun to eat though.
The primary concern in Banos is that there is almost no flat land around, or pieces of land with some flatness, making it complicated to create the space I want to. The space; ideally a few acres of land, enough to grow all my own fruit and vegetables, have a bunch of animals roaming around, some for eating and others for eating their goods, eggs for example.
Enough room to build a small self-contained cabin for myself and also to build a comfortable and beautiful maloca, basically a meeting space. In the maloca a coffee machine, fully functional kitchen, a few jaffle makers and comfortable for 10 to 15 people to sit around together. Yeah, basically start a little cafe.
A little cafe with a difference, nobody pays for anything, the importance of the military pension. I’m not greedy, this money will be more than enough for me and this. Breakfast, coffee, co-working in the space all come without any cost. Donations allowed, but nobody needs to pay, it is all free.
Most importantly mornings will be open to the public, to those who need a healthy meal and a nice coffee. People come eat, drink, have a conversation and leave with a smile on their face knowing nothing was expected from them in the first place. All can leave without regret or worrying about whether they needed to pay or not, whether they donated enough. It is not an issue, money will never ever get in the way of what I am working to achieve.
Evenings, a couple of days a week, we make a big meal and take it to where the lower socioeconomic community live. Feed a bunch of people and feed them well. Yeah, Australia, military, this is what I will do with your money, feed myself and feed as many others as possible too. Show people love. I figure Australia has none, love and care, so I will take your money and give it to people who do possess it.
Any donations from you reader, where will they go? Yep, exactly the same thing, nothing else. Unless of course those donations exceed what I require, then they will go to other programs which meet my standards of giving, of altruism, of giving a fuck about your fellow human being.
During the above period all we do in the spaces is support people, listen to their stories, let them open themselves up in a space of trust. People learn to trust people.
The next spot, Ecuador still, same intention, see if I can make it home. Home by myself or a place I would happily call home if it is where you wanted to be. All it needs is the opportunity to to do the above, do it simply, do it together.
Fresh milk
Coming back to the South Americas knew there would be a sacrifice or three, the number one being limited access to fresh cow’s milk. Absolutely love this stuff.
Guatemala, where home is/was/might still be, I know I can find it around the place I have chosen but it is expensive. Banos initially had to catch the bus to Ambato and then head to the major shopping mall to buy some. Half a days trip for milk, only did it once, needed electric toothbrush heads too.
The next day asked a few questions around Banos, there is a guy who sells it from the markets I am told, need to get there early. I did. Continued arriving early every two days.
Market Guy milk is the best of the best, exactly the same as drinking it straight from the vat at home post milking cows, phenomenally good. Exactly the same because that is what is taken to the market to sell. The bloke milks the cows in the morning and brings their milk to the market in a couple of 40 litre metal containers then hands it out in plastic bags of about two litres each. Cheap for Australia, not for here.
Have to pasteurise it myself, easy to do even without the right equipment. Tried the water bath method a few times, without a thermometer and big enough pots it isn’t the most reliable method so instead heat it up a bit more without bringing it to the boil, let it cool and num num num.
Num num num without getting the bug that comes with fresh milk, the point of pasteurising, kill this thing.
Have mentioned it before, the bug in cow’s milk is the funniest of diarrhoea episodes I have ever had. Ever watched a cow shit in the field or dairy? Big wet stream of dark green shit comes out of their arse like most men piss when standing up. Yeah, this is the same shit you start to do when you get the bug.
Every hour on the hour at least, from the other end vomit coming out at the same time in the same way minus the colour, all water. It is amazing how much liquid comes out of a human being when they get the cow bug. Funny as buggery too because it does not hurt a bit.
The Gloucester farm I had two bouts of food poisoining within a week, the first lasted a couple of days, got it from the Thai place in town. The second 24 hours, got that one from the vat, drinking way too much when the body was not accustomed to it.
Was the last two weeks there too, was living under a little maloca looking thing right by the river in the swag. Had a little kitchen setup and every day I would sleep to the sounds of the river, clearest of clear skies and wake up to the same noise and phenomenal sunrises, pure heaven.
Had dug two deep holes for the last couple of weeks for the toilets, knowing I would not have to dig them again. Then, the food poisoning came in, they lasted three days, had to dig another.
Arriving at my next location, still in Ecuador, similar climate to Banos, could very well be the place for me, home. Would not be surprised. Ecuador has a few things going for it besides being really beautiful and cheap. It is easy to get long-term residency, can setup whatever I want without the red tape, do not need any piece of paper saying I am qualified to do this and that, and the people are ridiculously friendly.
More importantly, there is no judgement, people do not give a shit what you do, wear, say, one can be who they are very easily. Do not give a shit as long as you aren’t being a dick of course, are at least trying to fit in, working to speak the language. They are simple people with simple needs.
Get to location two and there is no cow’s milk, well, sadface, but I’ll live. I’ll live especially if it is home, won’t take long for me to work towards setting up my space, the space which will come with a milking cow or two. This job I’ll hire local people to do, twice a day of this stuff isn’t something I enjoy.
You do too, have to milk cow’s twice a day, empty the udder so that the milk replenishes. If you don’t then it dries up and the cow will not produce any more milk until it gives birth again. Also, need to give the cow a break, a few cycles, nine or so months of milking and then let it be, give it to a bull, have a calf and start milking again.
The calf, well, in time, not too much time, will end up in the freezer, it’s meat will be delicious, everyone on site will benefit from it. A bonus for the workers, beautiful fresh meat, on top of the everyday bonus of beautiful fresh milk. Plus, cows, great natural lawn mowers and the most beautiful of beautiful animals.
However, need to make sure the grass in my paddocks is much healthier and appealing than that in the next. Cows do not give a shit about fences, not one. They see the grass on the other side of the fence is better than what is provided and they will get to it, the fence does not matter. One day you will wake up, go check on the animals, the fence will be flattened and they will be sitting down, eyes half closed, chewing cud, having the best of best times in the neighbouring properties fields.
Beautiful animals, ever looked into a cow’s eye? The beautiful huge eyes? They are just beautiful animals, phenomenally so, especially when they are super friendly.
Cows, yeah, these things are definitely a big part of what makes home Home to me.
Making a pretty good case
Reckon may have ended up in a pretty good spot to rival Guatemala. No waterfalls outside the back door yet. There are volcanoes and big hills, without any of them being the first thing one needs to walk up. There is lots of flat land in between, and some beautiful spots within five kilometres that have clear flat land mixed with the lush forest. Also, well away from all traffic noise.
Just ordered a four-course meal, don’t usually eat dinner out so happy to pay the $15 (AUD). Avocado and chicken salad thing, soup that I have no idea what it is, new taste, great one too! Flan for dessert, and dinner, didn’t care to read it really. The waitress said $9 and I said bloody oath, in Spanish of course. Ordered a coke too.
Tomorrow am going to visit a few places who haven’t replied to my texts asking about a potential place. No social media, especially Whatsapp and Facebook makes things a bit difficult. Beautiful places too in the indigenous communities here.
It doesn’t make it difficult at all though, makes it the best of best things. Visiting the places means will either walk 20 kilometres or hire a bike for the day and ride 50 of them getting to know the community in the process. Stopping to talk to people in the spaces that interest me, start to integrate myself into and become a part of the place. There is no more beautiful way to see the world than from our own two feet.
Absolutely love this fact about the new place, surrounded by a variety of indigenous communities, the current desired place is in a Kichwa community. The second place holder in another, cannot recall the name.
Place one a three kilometre walk to the cafes, restaurants and shops, place two five kilometres. Both beautiful self-contained simple cabins surrounded by gardens, sports fields, farming spaces, animals, local people, some tourists.
It is not a big tourist town like Banos. The shops show the signs clearly, good quality products in almost every window, hand made with care. Banós, very few quality clothes shops. Only one had jumpers that interested me, two of them, too small, only thing I need. Here, however, the market stalls too have good quality shit. Waiting for Saturday however to visit South America’s biggest artesan market, short bus trip away.
Oh, that wasn’t the soup. She brought the new tasting thing out again refilled, constantly to be there for me to eat it seems. The soup is pea and ham basically, awesome!
Another short bus trip away is a small city, has a shopping mall and all, 20 minutes for anything I cannot get here. 1.5 hours in the other direction and am in Quito. Back in the first direction, a couple more hours and am in Columbia, super duper easy to reset the visa every three months.
All this on the bus, or worst taxi, never ever have to get behind the wheel of a car again (wrote this intention in part one).
Strong expat community without being overwhelming, and looks the older retiree type, makes sense. Still, hoping the ridiculously beautiful woman from the park and bakery today is part of it! Especially long-term part of it, would happily have a few coffees with her, a few thousand even.
More places here for good espresso style coffee even though it is smaller than Banós, cheaper here too.
Medicine, spirituality, yoga, meditation, all the alternative therapies can be found. Really, has everything I could ever want without any of it being the focus.
Seco de carne, on just about every restaurant in Ecuador is dinner. Beef in stew sauce, platano (cooking bananas), two potato fritters, rice and a salad. Am already feeling a little full and have had one bite, lucky the munchies are probably here, can get me through it! Told you the price yeah? Am also at one of the, if not the most expensive restaurant in Catacochi.
After dinner going to sit on the steps of the church and smoke a joint. Really looking forward to it, cannot do it in Banos in the public places as there are shitloads of cops. Here, almost none.
Cotacachi, a month and a half with you sounds alright. Can also book up the accommodation until the day my flight leaves, two hours on the bus and am at the airport, they start at 5am, the flight is in the arvo. Like, it could not be more perfect.
At top of the perfect list is the climate though. Read today that due to the consistent all-year round weather without extremes there is almost nothing that will not grow here. In fact, it is about the perfect conditions for about everything to thrive. Could not have put myself in a better spot.
Which is what it comes down to, the teaching with travelling comes here too. I put my life where I want it to be based on my needs, i.e. based on the shit I love. My plan is a simple plan, the space I want to create, part of it is growing every medicine under the sun, psychedelic and non-psychedelic.
People will either live there and conduct medicine sessions or come to the space to facilitate them. Every drug will be grown on site, nothing will come in regardless of the history or traditions of the person. Every drug will be safe, and I will not have to put the shit in my own body to ensure it, will know for absolutely sure.
Won’t need to facilitate any session either, you will be held accountable to me in everything you do. You will do your shit to my safety standards or you will never facilitate drugs from the space again (unless of course you get better and then I’ll allow you back).
The gardens too, you and your participants will work in these, it is essential in the medicine space. Reconnecting with what provides for us through what it is providing is a key ingredient in healing. It brings gratitude and understanding, it comes with learning the simplicities that create a beautiful life.
Yeah, Ecuador, you’re alright bud. Reckon we can have a bloody good time together. Cotacachi, bring me a beautiful little cabin and a woman who is willing to live without ignorance and discrimination and our future might just be a ridiculously phenomenal one.
One down Cotacachi
Only seven kilometres walking, five initially, two more after, taxi back to the hotel, needed to checkout in time. First place was the only visit required.
Was pretty excited walking there, when the little abode came into view did some finger crossing and little encouragement prayers, please please please be available and within budget. Waiting for the owner, walking around the place, fell in love. So SO beautiful and perfect.
Little self-contained cabin, beautiful small kitchen, even has a spare bed. Completely by myself. Has a yard with a few types of chickens and some geese, the eggs I am welcome to.
Rodrigo is doing some work around the place, involves bringing in a couple of sheep to mow the lawns, needs a new fence first. Asked if I could help, emphatic yes, so have purpose already too other than studying Spanish. Purpose which helps me to get to know the local community and stay as fit and strong as fuck.
Kichwa community, so beautiful too, quiet, the place is away from all traffic noise. Even the walk into town is mostly along a river where the steps of thousands have walked before, the trail is very simple, quiet, little traffic again.
Green grass everywhere throughout the walk, cows, alpacas (or llamas, do not know the difference yet), horses, tall trees, farmland, all the good stuff.
The little house has a beautiful fruit and vegetable garden, smallish but not small, already full of medicinal and non-medicinal plants. He picked four avocados from one of them, were waiting in the kitchen on my return. Later today Rodrigo is taking me to see the bigger gardens where I can help myself, also can help out with the work.
Water, electricity, gas, internet and everything is included, even has a washing machine with natural laundry soap made within the community provided (have you read the thing about my intentions for a home? Well, this place meets every detail within). Clothes lines to dry them in the beautiful sun.
Did I mention the sun? 12 hours per day, every day, 12 hours of night, every night, thereabouts. So close to the equator that bugger all changes, this and the elevation are what makes the land as fertile as it is. The top soil is already plant nutrition maximum, phenomenal place.
So, Cotacachi one request down which you exceeded beyond all expectations, just the one to go.
No need to exceed expectations on part two. She does not need to be stunningly beautiful or have the body of a swimsuit model. Will happily take the willingness to remove ignorance and discrimination from her world. We can communicate freely, we can be free together, do not need any more than that.