"Find hap-pee-ness," she said. Emphasis on the 'pee."
"Wait, what? Happiness," I replied not quite getting it.
"Find ha-pee-ness," she repeated.
"Ok find...happiness," I stated.
"Find ha-penis," she slowed it down and winked at me with both eyes.
I paused to check in within myself, "Is she saying find a penis? She's saying find a penis. That's the secret to life?"
Liza was a spunky, slightly past middle-aged, elf like Canadian I met at the Crystal Skull conference in LA in celebration of 11/11/11. I know it makes me die a little inside when I'm reminded that I physically was there. Normally that would not be an event of personal choice to attend, considering Indiana Jones had a prominent presence over the whole thing (huge eye roll).
"How the fuck did I get here? This is not what I thought..."
Looking back three years later I realized that piece of advice that elf Liza gave me was the whole reason I went on that stupid documentary journey following a Mayan elder, 13 crystal skulls and their guardians on a pilgrimage activating sacred sites from New York to LA all leading up to 11/11/11.
What happened in between then and now, well, I'm still trying to figure that out.
Friday, April 18, 2014
I worry about humanity. I find myself becoming jaded which I vowed never to happen. Maybe it's this place. The people here are flat and feelingless. Here, I am flat and feelingless. Switching between numbness and anger. The sun is shining, it's a beautiful day and I want nothing to do with it.