While watching "Into the night: Alejandro Jodorowsky and Daniel Pinchbeck", I had a thought.  He spoke of one of his experiences with Ayahuasca, in which he spoke to extra-terrestrials from the Sirius star system.  They told him that they gave up on technology, and that is what we may go through in our future.  They had no interest in living longer lives as well.  This made me think of our society. Instead of living longer, my goal is to live better while I am alive, so the memories of myself can be passed down to future generations.  

Your sleeping you is still you.

A recent conversation made me think of a dream I had while contemplating what branch to join after high school.  It may sound like a nightmare, but in the end it was overall a positive experience.  I was originally going to join the Marines, but luckily I had a dream of being in a warzone.  We were inside of a base, in the desert at night, and we were getting bombed.  I rushed out of our tent and started running.  Too much adrenaline got in my system, and I accidentally shot a few of my fellow service members.  I was devastated.  After waking up, I realized the potential impact I could acquire by murdering someone, whether it be by accidental friendly fire, or by killing a father fighting for his country.  This was a huge wake up call to me.  My programmed dreams of being some sort of a GI Joe hero were shattered.  I was, like most kids, consumed by false ideals presented to me.  Channeled from the television and gaming consoles, I felt the urge to go on an adventure.  Traveling to rain forests, deserts, and tundras should appeal to any child that has had little excitement in his/her life.  Sadly, these same kids become killers.  Some go on to not only kill others, but also themselves.  Ever since this event, I have given dreams more thought.  Could they be some kind of learning tool, or perhaps a not so polished psychic state?

Diary - 11AUG2014

Today is yet another cold day on the seas of the Antarctic.  It's not enough misery to make me regret my decision to leave college one year early.  UH-Hilo was amazing.  So many awesome people.  The weather was simply perfect.  No better environment exists that I have experienced.  All the ganja I could imagine.  I still can't believe "the men in the smoke filled room" let President Paul legalize it.  Back to my point.  My decision to join the Sea Shepherd was the best one I've made yet.  Being on the RHIB team gives me such an adrenaline spike.  And the mission to keep exposing these illegal Japanese companies is the most purposeful job I can imagine.  (It sure beats P-3 life with the Navy)  I've yet to be called upon by Pete to board a vessel.  I have no fear of jail.  Most of the Japanese people understand and support our cause anyway.  Sadly, capitalism is still here in 2014!  This post is going nowhere.  I should get some sleep. 

M for the Movement

They tarnished the word

But for what?

Hippies were just changing the world

In their off time givin' hula hoops a twirl

One love, unity, mind expansion, social balance

Ganja equals retaliation, the 1% won't benefit from this

Common sense doesn't make cents..... nor dollars

U.S. big wigs startled, so they retaliate, but first.....they holler 

"The hippies are growing strong; they're working with the Panthers; some radicals are even going underground"

COINTELPRO is born.  What a beautiful crippling concoction.

A few kept fighting.  Most had kids, bought a TV, and went back to sleep, searching for the American dream.

Will more tribes branch off from the present occupiers?  Can peacefulness triumph hellfire missiles, departing from predators in the night, funded with our tax money?

Possibly.  Time will tell.  For now, the Watcher will continue taking notes.