9/5/2012 1:45:04 PM
..LA, you asked to send me some of what I’ve written.. well it’s flowing rt.now>>
I'm glad Eric is doing better! look forward to seeing u all soon, maybe we all can do pizza this time and see if Steve and friend can make it??
this senator gives turtles a bad name!
 another draft...

There was a connection with all the different times.. he could go into it’s past and feel  all the memories and visions of this 125 year old monster size turtle…
who befriended the tribe in  it’s youthful life. It emerged from it’s shell in 1840, This was the same day that the boy’s great grandfather was born..
Here it was in the 60’s and he felt the connection well over a century later,
As the turtle breathed it’s last breath on land…
He stood on it, unknowing that it was still alive and then he playfully beat his arms on his chest as if he was a little Hercules or Tarzan..
Until he felt it’s energy
It’s last few breaths on this plane of existence… almost as if he was a character in Green Lantern, where the images and visions of a persons’ life permeate into his/her consciousness…

He sensed this camaraderie this creature had with this marine tribe,,, and occasionally contacts with humans…

From the war between the states through the world wars and how the earth had changed while the tribe dwindled in population…

Many of these visions were imprinted in this child’s psyche and even subconscious… so that when he grew and became stronger, he would be able to handle this overwhelming amount of information…As the boy grew into manhood, his mind would wander to the beach where he saw the turtle and this endangered tribe…

As he grew older,

He wondered if there was something mentally wrong with himself, because he continually saw these visions and heard this mysterious voice ;;;

Like the folks who claim they’ve been captured by aliens,


he was afraid to tell shrinks for fear they’d label him with some sort of delusional paranoia.. as he grew older, he became less concerned about what others thought when he realized how humans are, compared to this “magical” image that he had of this aquatic hominid tribe.

Wherever he went, he was worried that his peers would call him weird,,, this would go from weird to crazy when he mentioned a tribe of people(??) that live in the sea…

And for him, it wasn’t just santa claus,,it could be real!!…

or was he imagining this long before he took up herbal creativity smoke in his long term midlife crisis…

he grew older, still worried that  he would be stuck in this angry red state , getting kicked out of bars for saying that saddam had nothing to do with 9/11… and just questioning our govt for starting these endless wars that would eventually  only keep the military industrial complex happy…

these endless wars plagued mankind, something that did not happen with these beautiful people that wandered the seas with this turtle

they lived in harmony with not only their own , but with other large marine mammals throughout the ocean.

 This turtle that let himself be washed up onto the beach that epiphenous day in the xmas holidays of 1965 where he once was born and made his trek with other brothers and mates to the sea… the precious visions of this creature’s long and amazing life were transferred into the consciousness and subconciousness of this young lad who encountered him before it passed to the next life…

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