Today, I felt something I haven't experienced. I let sorrow go. And I realized I was as solitary as I've always been used to being. And I went swimming at the beach because there were a few birthdays at Brewer's Bay. I met up with my homeboy D* and I also was able to finally change my head enough to experience something of my own. I went into the warm, turquoise aqua water to swim. I stayed under really warm welcoming water for quite some time. It was one of the hottest days here. This was a very natural and magical moment that happened for me because for all the things I thought and felt realizing where I am here and now... Something happened...
I was up to my shoulders and out on my own. In the waters of the Caribbean shore, there came a fleet of beautiful birds that flew above me and around me. I felt every element, intuition, and energy that was very earthly and personal. These beautiful birds kept flying around me in circles while I was at a comfortable place in my own mind (finally) as I was up to my shoulders in these warm island waters. I looked into the horizon and I noticed that it all hit me. Paradise, solitude, thoughts long ago that somehow became true for me at this new age now... I got very caught in this moment. I was by myself and every once in a while, there was thoughts in the back of my mind about how it would be if I was with a friend... But I had to implement a higher reason or attitude than to dwell on what wasn't present. I realized for myself that I came to a place in the world that is very happy for me even being here. It dawned on me that it was only when I was 23 how I hoped for such things. And that it somehow hit me, as I was living in the present time that was once a future wish. I was very dumb-founded. I couldn't see how it could all be so real.
Then I was interviewed shortly after because apparently, I am gonna be in the newspaper for the Virgin Islands.... I got so happy I almost cried maan...
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Librarian Lady that Made Me Feel Better... Though I almost lost it For a bit.
I realized today that I went from being a God, to being a stranger. I went from being amazin' to bein’ alien. I went from creating memories to fading memories. Something even sadder than that, has to do with me not even knowing why. Before I came to these islands, before I even went to Ireland, I acknowledged to the world that I was leaving my past behind me from that point on. Since the time when I lost my mind my Junior year in high school at the beginning of the millennium, to the time I conquered my own insanity a decade later as a Junior in college, I said that I was putting everything in my rear-view mirror. I believed certain elements, people, places, and faces to be hind-sight to me. And as of now, I’ve realized that the declaration I made then, has became more true than I really wanted it to.
Earlier this day though, I was leaving the library after being up all night. I have been having a very hard time sleeping lately and I only got 2 hours of sleep in the last 2 or three days. As I was leaving the library after uploading the beginning of my video dairy here in UVI, a lady librarian passed by asking about “Friday Night.” And I pulled my earphones off and asked her what she meant to tell me. A lot of people here sense something very super-social of me and she asked what was up with Friday night. I asked her if anything was goin’ on and she said, "I don't know but I know you do."
: )
I told her, “Actually, I’m probably gonna be in the library tonight working on my internet book.”
It seems that I am the only student here who has literally utilized the privilege of the 24/7 library lab because I get nocturnal with media and music projex and well as keeping up with transcribing my life in this online journal. She asked me what I meant by ‘internet book’ and I told her I was writing about my life here in the Virgin Islands at this point, as well as all that is happening with me now that I’m in the Caribbean. She was kind of bewildered and voiced her curiosity so I explained it that I have been writing records my life because I almost died a little over 4 months ago and after becoming frightened about a lot of things, I have always had several books under my belt and they would have never been known if I passed on when I was so close to losing my life. So I explained how I let the internet let me take matters into my own hands. She was not aware of how I almost died so she asked me, I showed her my scar from that emergency surgery that gave me life again and she… She looked at me and asked how it happened and when it happened. I told her it was four months ago.
I was very delirious at this time, which meant that I lacked focus about a lot of things no one knows of.She seen these things and realized what I told her and how things became this way. And she instantly smiled at me and said one of the most encouraging things. This was about a half hour after I prayed for some kind of sign because of things my mind was spinning out of control over. She said, “Well Justin, the Lord Jesus Christ has…” I was like, “Oh I praise the LOOOORRD!” : ) And after I let my excitement subside about speaking that out, she continued, “The Lord has such a special plan for you. And you have a lot to live for.” She was so sincere and sweet in how she acknowledged this with me. There was even a twinkle in her Iris when she said this.
I was very tired. I damn near couldn't see straight. She caught me at a very soft-hearted, sensitive, calm, and conflicted time to say that kind of thing. My eyes started to become a little blurry because before this, I felt like my heart was being ripped apart about things that are of my own reasons. I was emotional and delirious and after I almost let tears out of my eyes after she said that I have a lot to live for, I told her, “I think I’m starting to find out what it all might be about as of now.”
She took my hand and squeezed it, I told her my full name, then I asked if she was colleagues with Rachelle Shells. She smiled and said, “Yes.” I told her that she knows me and a lot of my story as well. Then she thanked me for coming this far and being here of all places. I turned around and started to walk down to my residence to try and sleep. On the way, I turned my IPOD on random and the song, “Mr. Jones” by the Counting Crows came on. I cried because of how sad I was even though no one knew this at all.
Earlier this day though, I was leaving the library after being up all night. I have been having a very hard time sleeping lately and I only got 2 hours of sleep in the last 2 or three days. As I was leaving the library after uploading the beginning of my video dairy here in UVI, a lady librarian passed by asking about “Friday Night.” And I pulled my earphones off and asked her what she meant to tell me. A lot of people here sense something very super-social of me and she asked what was up with Friday night. I asked her if anything was goin’ on and she said, "I don't know but I know you do."
: )
I told her, “Actually, I’m probably gonna be in the library tonight working on my internet book.”
It seems that I am the only student here who has literally utilized the privilege of the 24/7 library lab because I get nocturnal with media and music projex and well as keeping up with transcribing my life in this online journal. She asked me what I meant by ‘internet book’ and I told her I was writing about my life here in the Virgin Islands at this point, as well as all that is happening with me now that I’m in the Caribbean. She was kind of bewildered and voiced her curiosity so I explained it that I have been writing records my life because I almost died a little over 4 months ago and after becoming frightened about a lot of things, I have always had several books under my belt and they would have never been known if I passed on when I was so close to losing my life. So I explained how I let the internet let me take matters into my own hands. She was not aware of how I almost died so she asked me, I showed her my scar from that emergency surgery that gave me life again and she… She looked at me and asked how it happened and when it happened. I told her it was four months ago.
I was very delirious at this time, which meant that I lacked focus about a lot of things no one knows of.She seen these things and realized what I told her and how things became this way. And she instantly smiled at me and said one of the most encouraging things. This was about a half hour after I prayed for some kind of sign because of things my mind was spinning out of control over. She said, “Well Justin, the Lord Jesus Christ has…” I was like, “Oh I praise the LOOOORRD!” : ) And after I let my excitement subside about speaking that out, she continued, “The Lord has such a special plan for you. And you have a lot to live for.” She was so sincere and sweet in how she acknowledged this with me. There was even a twinkle in her Iris when she said this.
I was very tired. I damn near couldn't see straight. She caught me at a very soft-hearted, sensitive, calm, and conflicted time to say that kind of thing. My eyes started to become a little blurry because before this, I felt like my heart was being ripped apart about things that are of my own reasons. I was emotional and delirious and after I almost let tears out of my eyes after she said that I have a lot to live for, I told her, “I think I’m starting to find out what it all might be about as of now.”
She took my hand and squeezed it, I told her my full name, then I asked if she was colleagues with Rachelle Shells. She smiled and said, “Yes.” I told her that she knows me and a lot of my story as well. Then she thanked me for coming this far and being here of all places. I turned around and started to walk down to my residence to try and sleep. On the way, I turned my IPOD on random and the song, “Mr. Jones” by the Counting Crows came on. I cried because of how sad I was even though no one knew this at all.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Scuba, History, Hilter, Bush, Machiavelli, Dr. Suess, & Dark Knowledge of Old
Today was my first scuba class. I am gonna be certified as a Scuba Diver and Under-Water Explorer. This was such a blast to me. I literally was underwater with a scuba tank strapped on my back. I was actually breathing underwater for the first time IN MY LIFE. I had very vivid, interesting dreams about being, and BREATHING underwater when I was in Ireland. Here in the tropical Caribbean Islands, I was actually underwater for like, 45 minutes at a time. I took myself to the bottom of the water off shore a little ways. I was swimming with schools of shiny fish. I saw sea urchins. And I kept swimming’ with fins along the bottom sands of the underwater shores. The water was as warm as comfortable bath water or mild hot-spas. I was bewildered and blown-away. I’m totally pumped about becoming a scuba diver because soon enough, I will be leaving these Islands and going into explorations under-water, far from the shores of these badass beaches.
I kinda broke a steel scuba tank though. I didn’t mean to at all. It was an accident. Apparently I man-handled it more than I knew or should’ve, and I didn’t mean to at all. I just cranked the tank to close the valve. I ended up bustin’ it because I cranked it too hard when I thought I was just closing it. Just an accident. But after I busted that tank, I apologized to my instructor and let him know I didn’t mean to do that at all.
Later that day I went to my History Course for World Civilization. This was absolutely incredible to me. It had a lot to do with the European Enlightenment and Renaissance. This is one of the most badass courses I’ve ever had. I’m thrilled to learn about all of these things because it has a lot to do with all the Protestant Monarchs, the Middle-East, The Age of Reformation and Religious Wars, as well as Trans-Atlantic Economy. Of all the things I read, I asked the Professor (Mr. Francis) of things about the Crusades because what I read in the text book was a lot different than what I knew to be true. It was different than the way I had always construed it. And I told him that I wanted him to speak about the 4 Crusades but more importantly, I was interested in Machiavelli because what it acknowledged in this text book was only about 5 % of what I knew regarding this historical figure. I started to speak of what I knew regarding Machiavelli.
“I find it crazy that this text book only acknowledged certain things. It didn’t even allude to how he faked his death after he wrote a book that was a very ‘cut-throat’ way to conduct a kingdom. He wrote The Prince and became a marked man for it. He knew this too and so he faked his death. To everyone else as well as his kingdom, and for all the people who hated him though he knew what he was doing, he was dead. When he came back 7 years later and showed himself to be alive after he wrote such a powerful book about how to lead a kingdom in ways that embraced fear more than love, it was the craziest shit ever…”
He found it interesting that I mentioned such things because the text book only tapped on the subject. Long ago, when I was a teenager, me and my badass Uncle Rick were really close with each other. He was (and still is) a man of a lot of hard-core knowledge. He always possessed such incredible wisdom of things oriented around spirituality, history, religion, life, war… There wasn’t anything I couldn’t talk to him about that he wouldn’t have an awesome insight for. When I had mentioned Machiavelli to him, he looked me right in my eyes and said, “That’s very interesting coming from YOU.” I felt some kind of unknown premonition about that moment. So much that I can remember it like it was yesterday.
Later in the class about a half hour after it all, my professor began to speak of the infamous dictator that conducted his Reich. Hitler. I told him, “You know how they always say that history repeats itself?” He was in absolute agreement. He IS a historian. I took the floor for pointing out something about Hitler.
I said, “Hitler did the same thing in 1933 that George Bush and Prick Cheney did in 2001 with 9/11.”
Everybody in the class looked at me. The professor's attention became very sharp to what I was about to say.
I continued, “Some time after Hitler was elected as Chancellor of Germany (he was a very powerful speaker who had attractive virtues), in 1933, he burned down his own Reich Stag Building and blamed another other religion and used this event as means to justify a necessary and enhanced enactment of “National Security.” Then he began to expand his militia in the name of National Security, implementing war for his conquests. See… In 2001, George Bush and that Prick Dick Cheney did the same thing. They let the C.I.A. fund something they welcomed to have happen because in turn, this event was used as an excuse to launch a pre-emptive war that was ultimately for raping an oil resource at IRAQ. The Twin Towers AND the pentagon are on the $20 bill if you’d know how to make it visible. The government of the United States attacked and killed more than 3000 of their own people so they could have a reason to pass anti-terrorism legislation and validate that bullshit patriot act, which granted the government a "reason" (excuse) to invade every
American's privacy. And they blamed Bin Laden so that it would seem justified to conquer another land of rich oil, which was ultimately done for the sake of control, whether humanity knows it or not. 9/11 at the beginning of this millennium, it was a prelude to a higher level of imperialism that was to trigger the New World Order. So far it has been successful too. The evil people who control the World Powers through things like: The Federal Reserve, The Free Masons, The Bush Dynasty, just World Banking in general; they all play a part in creating a hierarchy that has literally raised a profit margin that will last forever as they have literally raped America's 'middle-class wallet' for the gas prices over these events. Subsequently, they came up with over more than at least 60 BILLION dollars. It is all leading up to those Mayan codes and catastrophes that most of humanity is ignorant about. But as long as people know less, maybe they are better off I guess…”
My professor said, “As you have spoke of Machiavelli, that would be a good report for you. You would be excellent to do your semester research paper on Machiavelli because history repeated itself with the figure he lead as well.”
I said, “I don’t know of anyone who became a Prince, wrote a blueprint for an affective way to conduct a kingdom in a very fear-oriented, cut-throat way, then literally faked his death once he knew he was a target for these tactics, then came back after 7 years showing himself to be alive when all the religious leaders and monarchs believed him to be dead for the intellectually ruthless example he lead. I’ve never heard of that shit at all other than Niccolo Machiavelli. When he wrote The Prince, he established a very powerful way to run a region or people. It was deemed to be a Satanic document because it over-threw a lot of the things that were relative to ‘The Church and State,’ or it over-threw a lot of Monarchs discretion about ‘Divine Right’ or what might have derived from Vatican Vaults.”
Mr. Francis began to speak of something he was sure to leave unclear. This book he spoke of was a tangible example of the historical Machiavelli figure repeating itself in a way. Granted, this is nothing concrete when he is expressing it as a historian perspective. But he acknowledged a volume that was the book of Satan and how the man who wrote this book went into hiding and attempted to take himself off the map once his work was into the world. Apparently this book disrespected the fate (or faith) of the Muslims. It was cryptic how he brought it up but alluded away from speaking who the author was or what the actual title of the book is. I found out in the internet that this book could not have been published in America. It was refused by every company of publication situations within the United States. The man who wrote this book had it published in London (which was the New York of the world back when Great Britain was deemed to be the most incredible and hugest World Power). Though it was called a ‘Book of Satan,’ I have not read it but it was acknowledged to me to be a biography of Muhammad. Some people hear the word ‘Satan’ and think of the villain that is contrary to the Bible. The ultimate scapegoat Christianity has used for about 2 millenniums now. I found out that this book my professor was speaking of in correlation to history repeating itself, it is a volume called, “The Satanic Versus.” I told my professor, “Oh, ok. I have that Book in my library at home.” He didn’t seem surprised. I would not associate it with nihilistic blasphemy, or synical descriptions that most people would be quick to think of just basing an impression from the title. I mean, I’ve read some of things that were very contrary to Christianity. I own the Satanic Versus though it is nothing I hold an opinion of… But of all these books within what could be viewed as ‘dangerous,’ ‘bad,’ or whatever other pessimistic description… Dr. Suess was an anarchist. Most people wouldn’t know that though because they see his books to be child-like and elementary-entertaining. Little did they know that if they were to seriously cipher a lot of the subliminal implications in his books, they might find chaos and disorder. But about those books that can be considered 'dark,' I've always been very Lord-oriented anyways. I just don't restrict my realms of knowledge or wisdom within particular perimeters based on the beliefs I'm already anchored with. I guess that is a pinnacle virtue about being open-minded. It's what expands your perspectives about things. I honestly don't know many people who know about the same things I do about the Bible, how it came to print, and why certain books were forbidden.
Shortly after, when class was over, my professor spoke to me personally and found out how I write books through the internet. They are just as much diaries as they are books though. He found out about my near-death experience and how I was a student at I.A.D.T. in Ireland outside of Dublin. Then we both had to carry on about our objectives.
I kinda broke a steel scuba tank though. I didn’t mean to at all. It was an accident. Apparently I man-handled it more than I knew or should’ve, and I didn’t mean to at all. I just cranked the tank to close the valve. I ended up bustin’ it because I cranked it too hard when I thought I was just closing it. Just an accident. But after I busted that tank, I apologized to my instructor and let him know I didn’t mean to do that at all.
Later that day I went to my History Course for World Civilization. This was absolutely incredible to me. It had a lot to do with the European Enlightenment and Renaissance. This is one of the most badass courses I’ve ever had. I’m thrilled to learn about all of these things because it has a lot to do with all the Protestant Monarchs, the Middle-East, The Age of Reformation and Religious Wars, as well as Trans-Atlantic Economy. Of all the things I read, I asked the Professor (Mr. Francis) of things about the Crusades because what I read in the text book was a lot different than what I knew to be true. It was different than the way I had always construed it. And I told him that I wanted him to speak about the 4 Crusades but more importantly, I was interested in Machiavelli because what it acknowledged in this text book was only about 5 % of what I knew regarding this historical figure. I started to speak of what I knew regarding Machiavelli.
“I find it crazy that this text book only acknowledged certain things. It didn’t even allude to how he faked his death after he wrote a book that was a very ‘cut-throat’ way to conduct a kingdom. He wrote The Prince and became a marked man for it. He knew this too and so he faked his death. To everyone else as well as his kingdom, and for all the people who hated him though he knew what he was doing, he was dead. When he came back 7 years later and showed himself to be alive after he wrote such a powerful book about how to lead a kingdom in ways that embraced fear more than love, it was the craziest shit ever…”
He found it interesting that I mentioned such things because the text book only tapped on the subject. Long ago, when I was a teenager, me and my badass Uncle Rick were really close with each other. He was (and still is) a man of a lot of hard-core knowledge. He always possessed such incredible wisdom of things oriented around spirituality, history, religion, life, war… There wasn’t anything I couldn’t talk to him about that he wouldn’t have an awesome insight for. When I had mentioned Machiavelli to him, he looked me right in my eyes and said, “That’s very interesting coming from YOU.” I felt some kind of unknown premonition about that moment. So much that I can remember it like it was yesterday.
Later in the class about a half hour after it all, my professor began to speak of the infamous dictator that conducted his Reich. Hitler. I told him, “You know how they always say that history repeats itself?” He was in absolute agreement. He IS a historian. I took the floor for pointing out something about Hitler.
I said, “Hitler did the same thing in 1933 that George Bush and Prick Cheney did in 2001 with 9/11.”
Everybody in the class looked at me. The professor's attention became very sharp to what I was about to say.
I continued, “Some time after Hitler was elected as Chancellor of Germany (he was a very powerful speaker who had attractive virtues), in 1933, he burned down his own Reich Stag Building and blamed another other religion and used this event as means to justify a necessary and enhanced enactment of “National Security.” Then he began to expand his militia in the name of National Security, implementing war for his conquests. See… In 2001, George Bush and that Prick Dick Cheney did the same thing. They let the C.I.A. fund something they welcomed to have happen because in turn, this event was used as an excuse to launch a pre-emptive war that was ultimately for raping an oil resource at IRAQ. The Twin Towers AND the pentagon are on the $20 bill if you’d know how to make it visible. The government of the United States attacked and killed more than 3000 of their own people so they could have a reason to pass anti-terrorism legislation and validate that bullshit patriot act, which granted the government a "reason" (excuse) to invade every
American's privacy. And they blamed Bin Laden so that it would seem justified to conquer another land of rich oil, which was ultimately done for the sake of control, whether humanity knows it or not. 9/11 at the beginning of this millennium, it was a prelude to a higher level of imperialism that was to trigger the New World Order. So far it has been successful too. The evil people who control the World Powers through things like: The Federal Reserve, The Free Masons, The Bush Dynasty, just World Banking in general; they all play a part in creating a hierarchy that has literally raised a profit margin that will last forever as they have literally raped America's 'middle-class wallet' for the gas prices over these events. Subsequently, they came up with over more than at least 60 BILLION dollars. It is all leading up to those Mayan codes and catastrophes that most of humanity is ignorant about. But as long as people know less, maybe they are better off I guess…”
My professor said, “As you have spoke of Machiavelli, that would be a good report for you. You would be excellent to do your semester research paper on Machiavelli because history repeated itself with the figure he lead as well.”
I said, “I don’t know of anyone who became a Prince, wrote a blueprint for an affective way to conduct a kingdom in a very fear-oriented, cut-throat way, then literally faked his death once he knew he was a target for these tactics, then came back after 7 years showing himself to be alive when all the religious leaders and monarchs believed him to be dead for the intellectually ruthless example he lead. I’ve never heard of that shit at all other than Niccolo Machiavelli. When he wrote The Prince, he established a very powerful way to run a region or people. It was deemed to be a Satanic document because it over-threw a lot of the things that were relative to ‘The Church and State,’ or it over-threw a lot of Monarchs discretion about ‘Divine Right’ or what might have derived from Vatican Vaults.”
Mr. Francis began to speak of something he was sure to leave unclear. This book he spoke of was a tangible example of the historical Machiavelli figure repeating itself in a way. Granted, this is nothing concrete when he is expressing it as a historian perspective. But he acknowledged a volume that was the book of Satan and how the man who wrote this book went into hiding and attempted to take himself off the map once his work was into the world. Apparently this book disrespected the fate (or faith) of the Muslims. It was cryptic how he brought it up but alluded away from speaking who the author was or what the actual title of the book is. I found out in the internet that this book could not have been published in America. It was refused by every company of publication situations within the United States. The man who wrote this book had it published in London (which was the New York of the world back when Great Britain was deemed to be the most incredible and hugest World Power). Though it was called a ‘Book of Satan,’ I have not read it but it was acknowledged to me to be a biography of Muhammad. Some people hear the word ‘Satan’ and think of the villain that is contrary to the Bible. The ultimate scapegoat Christianity has used for about 2 millenniums now. I found out that this book my professor was speaking of in correlation to history repeating itself, it is a volume called, “The Satanic Versus.” I told my professor, “Oh, ok. I have that Book in my library at home.” He didn’t seem surprised. I would not associate it with nihilistic blasphemy, or synical descriptions that most people would be quick to think of just basing an impression from the title. I mean, I’ve read some of things that were very contrary to Christianity. I own the Satanic Versus though it is nothing I hold an opinion of… But of all these books within what could be viewed as ‘dangerous,’ ‘bad,’ or whatever other pessimistic description… Dr. Suess was an anarchist. Most people wouldn’t know that though because they see his books to be child-like and elementary-entertaining. Little did they know that if they were to seriously cipher a lot of the subliminal implications in his books, they might find chaos and disorder. But about those books that can be considered 'dark,' I've always been very Lord-oriented anyways. I just don't restrict my realms of knowledge or wisdom within particular perimeters based on the beliefs I'm already anchored with. I guess that is a pinnacle virtue about being open-minded. It's what expands your perspectives about things. I honestly don't know many people who know about the same things I do about the Bible, how it came to print, and why certain books were forbidden.
Shortly after, when class was over, my professor spoke to me personally and found out how I write books through the internet. They are just as much diaries as they are books though. He found out about my near-death experience and how I was a student at I.A.D.T. in Ireland outside of Dublin. Then we both had to carry on about our objectives.
Monday, August 24, 2009
August 24th. Crumologist's History, and When My thoughts Ran Outta Control.
This was the first day of the Second Week of School here at the University.
In my history course for the Caribbean Islands, my Professor was teaching us things that I seem to have held contributions to that were quite striking. He was speaking of the voyagers who came to the lands that were claimed in these islands centuries ago. I told them that is was NOT Christopher Columbus that was the first to discover the Americas. That it was the Vikings.... And as the 4 voyages of Christopher Columbus were what historically marked the Middle-East interest in explorations towards the New World. As he was professing these things, I spoke of how there were a lot of things that are not institutionally taught that occurred in history with the way Christopher Columbus did what he did.
“I think if people were to read the Native American Testimony, they would find out things that could challenge how we view what was done on behalf of those European Voyagers. You speak of the indigenous people. But I think everybody oughta be aware that Christopher Columbus captured these ‘foreigners’ and brought them back to the British Monarchs and toted these people as slaves because they were deemed to be ‘savage.’ These indigenous people were treated like they were less than human. They were treated as unwanted animals.”
He started to speak of the colonial progression once European Masons and immigrants made their presence known and forced into the Americas. Because of the things I spoke in these courses, the professor began to ask ME things, questions regarding historical things that institutions fail to point out.
He had asked me, “Wasn’t it ‘Manifest Destiny?’
I asked him if he was asking ME and after I realized it WAS directed to me I said,
“That might be the way American Schools teach it but I see it as a conquest from 13 colonies to 50 states. It was a conquest ‘From Sea to Shining Sea’ that was genocide against the Native Indians. Of all the treaties and negotiations between the White Man and the Red Man, the Red Man never broke one treaty. The White Man never KEPT one treaty. What the White Man was too greedy and ignorant to consider is that the Natives were at first, very courteous and curious of this new race that had came to there shores. The Indians were puzzled how some new form of humans could combine elements like ‘Earth’ (voyage boats, sail ships) with elements like ‘Water’ to travel from nowhere they knew of. They believed it was worth revering the white man for because they somehow conquered the element of water with the element of earth to present themselves to the Natives who had resided there for centuries and millenniums. But what the White Man failed to understand is that the Red Man was a very SELF-SUFFICIENT race that was incredibly spiritual and in tune with the essence of Earth and Mother Earth’s Nature. They were never conflicted until the 17th century when the Masonic Forefathers began to intoxicate (they brought liquor to the Natives), and assimilate them and take their land which was there home, as it always has been. The Natives used to be of a world that co-existed with the animals. They used to be so spiritual that they could literally speak with animals and be in touch with the plants. The White Man passed them off as a lesser form of humanity simply because they did not have an ‘alphabet’ or a written language. The European forefathers, and immigrants viewed the natives as savages that interfered with civilization. But they were actually keen to dreams and they lived their lives by shamanistic principles. The things that the White Man did to the Red Man during the Westward Expansion... It was sick, animalistic, brutal, evil, wrong, horrid, ruthless, inhumane, cold-hearted, and disgusting.”
The Professor said, “Yes, I agree with you. Some of those things DID happen.”
I said, “No ALL those things happened professor.”
He smiled on the other side of the titan-tron screen at the St. Croix Class and all of St. Criox started laughin’ they asses off from the other island. Apparently it isn’t usual that a student corrects a professor.
Then later in the class, he lectured of the religion of the first Caribbean people. The word “Caribbean” means “Cannibal Eating People.” I guess long ago, there was a religion known as ‘Zemis.’ And as he started to speak of this part of his lecture, I asked him if this was a concentrated religion just within these islands. I found out that this religion of old was a lot like Greek polytheistic ideologies or beliefs laced with shamanism. He agreed as I had described it like that.
Then towards the end, he asked if there were any questions about anything thus far. I noticed a bulletin the said “Medical Plants, Herbs” and I asked him to elaborate on THAT for us if he would. He said, “Your meaning to ask about marijuana huh?” : ) I said, “Nah, not particularly. I know all there is to know about that badass natural resource but I mean medical plants and herbs in general; there is St. John’s Wort, Valerian Root, A lotta Kava Kava… There are many oraganic defense mechanisms for human conditions that are ill."
Professor Lamarsh Roopnarine said, “Cannabis is normal here. It is recreational and social. It is very relaxing and it enhances laughter and optimism. Cocaine came from Co Co leaves in Brazil and that it was usually used a lot like how coffee is used here in the U.S. People would make tea out of extract. With Co Co leaves, the reason Cocaine became so spread abroad is because it is only from one really rare location on Earth (Brazil) which has to do with why it is incredibly expensive. It became very manufactured so much that it became a problem. Especially in the 80s.”
I said, “Its was just as much of a problem in the 90s and it's still a problem in the new millennium too. Just as much as it was in the 80s man. Especially in California because of the Class War and poverty with insane ‘Costs of Living.’”
Later on that night, I went to my other History course. The one with Mr. Sekou. By this time, I was lost in my own thoughts. I also was thinking about my two Uncles in prison. And due to lack of sleep, I realized that my thoughts were spinning out of control. They all were contrived and retained but I was so tired I literally could not see straight at all. I could not focus. I was very ‘jet-lagged.’ So I went to my residence and ate some medication and put myself into a coma so I could let my rest catch up with my head. The next day, I was able to put a lot more into perspective. I realized I was doing the right thing by deciding to wait about addressing certain feelings or thoughts.
In my history course for the Caribbean Islands, my Professor was teaching us things that I seem to have held contributions to that were quite striking. He was speaking of the voyagers who came to the lands that were claimed in these islands centuries ago. I told them that is was NOT Christopher Columbus that was the first to discover the Americas. That it was the Vikings.... And as the 4 voyages of Christopher Columbus were what historically marked the Middle-East interest in explorations towards the New World. As he was professing these things, I spoke of how there were a lot of things that are not institutionally taught that occurred in history with the way Christopher Columbus did what he did.
“I think if people were to read the Native American Testimony, they would find out things that could challenge how we view what was done on behalf of those European Voyagers. You speak of the indigenous people. But I think everybody oughta be aware that Christopher Columbus captured these ‘foreigners’ and brought them back to the British Monarchs and toted these people as slaves because they were deemed to be ‘savage.’ These indigenous people were treated like they were less than human. They were treated as unwanted animals.”
He started to speak of the colonial progression once European Masons and immigrants made their presence known and forced into the Americas. Because of the things I spoke in these courses, the professor began to ask ME things, questions regarding historical things that institutions fail to point out.
He had asked me, “Wasn’t it ‘Manifest Destiny?’
I asked him if he was asking ME and after I realized it WAS directed to me I said,
“That might be the way American Schools teach it but I see it as a conquest from 13 colonies to 50 states. It was a conquest ‘From Sea to Shining Sea’ that was genocide against the Native Indians. Of all the treaties and negotiations between the White Man and the Red Man, the Red Man never broke one treaty. The White Man never KEPT one treaty. What the White Man was too greedy and ignorant to consider is that the Natives were at first, very courteous and curious of this new race that had came to there shores. The Indians were puzzled how some new form of humans could combine elements like ‘Earth’ (voyage boats, sail ships) with elements like ‘Water’ to travel from nowhere they knew of. They believed it was worth revering the white man for because they somehow conquered the element of water with the element of earth to present themselves to the Natives who had resided there for centuries and millenniums. But what the White Man failed to understand is that the Red Man was a very SELF-SUFFICIENT race that was incredibly spiritual and in tune with the essence of Earth and Mother Earth’s Nature. They were never conflicted until the 17th century when the Masonic Forefathers began to intoxicate (they brought liquor to the Natives), and assimilate them and take their land which was there home, as it always has been. The Natives used to be of a world that co-existed with the animals. They used to be so spiritual that they could literally speak with animals and be in touch with the plants. The White Man passed them off as a lesser form of humanity simply because they did not have an ‘alphabet’ or a written language. The European forefathers, and immigrants viewed the natives as savages that interfered with civilization. But they were actually keen to dreams and they lived their lives by shamanistic principles. The things that the White Man did to the Red Man during the Westward Expansion... It was sick, animalistic, brutal, evil, wrong, horrid, ruthless, inhumane, cold-hearted, and disgusting.”
The Professor said, “Yes, I agree with you. Some of those things DID happen.”
I said, “No ALL those things happened professor.”
He smiled on the other side of the titan-tron screen at the St. Croix Class and all of St. Criox started laughin’ they asses off from the other island. Apparently it isn’t usual that a student corrects a professor.
Then later in the class, he lectured of the religion of the first Caribbean people. The word “Caribbean” means “Cannibal Eating People.” I guess long ago, there was a religion known as ‘Zemis.’ And as he started to speak of this part of his lecture, I asked him if this was a concentrated religion just within these islands. I found out that this religion of old was a lot like Greek polytheistic ideologies or beliefs laced with shamanism. He agreed as I had described it like that.
Then towards the end, he asked if there were any questions about anything thus far. I noticed a bulletin the said “Medical Plants, Herbs” and I asked him to elaborate on THAT for us if he would. He said, “Your meaning to ask about marijuana huh?” : ) I said, “Nah, not particularly. I know all there is to know about that badass natural resource but I mean medical plants and herbs in general; there is St. John’s Wort, Valerian Root, A lotta Kava Kava… There are many oraganic defense mechanisms for human conditions that are ill."
Professor Lamarsh Roopnarine said, “Cannabis is normal here. It is recreational and social. It is very relaxing and it enhances laughter and optimism. Cocaine came from Co Co leaves in Brazil and that it was usually used a lot like how coffee is used here in the U.S. People would make tea out of extract. With Co Co leaves, the reason Cocaine became so spread abroad is because it is only from one really rare location on Earth (Brazil) which has to do with why it is incredibly expensive. It became very manufactured so much that it became a problem. Especially in the 80s.”
I said, “Its was just as much of a problem in the 90s and it's still a problem in the new millennium too. Just as much as it was in the 80s man. Especially in California because of the Class War and poverty with insane ‘Costs of Living.’”
Later on that night, I went to my other History course. The one with Mr. Sekou. By this time, I was lost in my own thoughts. I also was thinking about my two Uncles in prison. And due to lack of sleep, I realized that my thoughts were spinning out of control. They all were contrived and retained but I was so tired I literally could not see straight at all. I could not focus. I was very ‘jet-lagged.’ So I went to my residence and ate some medication and put myself into a coma so I could let my rest catch up with my head. The next day, I was able to put a lot more into perspective. I realized I was doing the right thing by deciding to wait about addressing certain feelings or thoughts.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
August 22nd, 2009. 4 Days After My Birthday. 3 Days after things at home became Undone. I was kinda Sad but...
I Met a Woman Who Exalted Me For More Dreams I Can't Conceive of Yet.
My time was free to do as I choose now that it was finally the second weekend here. I went to the library with all the time in the world. I could lock myself in here for 48 hours and finally catch up with all of what I meant to do. And so I got ready for the projex, and to map out all of what I was aiming to write of and upload. Before I began, I was in the 24/7 library lab and a woman came to me and said,
“Are you Crum?”
“Yeah, I am…”
Apparently she knew me ahead of time or perhaps heard about me. She spoke to me of how there is an open mic night here in St. Thomas and that I am wanted to speak Slam poetry or free speech. It seems people hear me and the way I talk and they want to bring me to places and show me new faces. This woman’s name is Rachelle and she is a faculty member for the Virgin Islands Council on the Arts of Virgin Islands Big Read Committee. Once a month, people seize microphones for fun and the fine arts. She wanted to know of my interest in this. And of course, I went into her office and she started to know who I was within 15 to 20 minutes of us speaking with one another.
She told me that the Woman who conducts this event once a month in St. Thomas is actually a daughter of 2 professors here. And she spoke of creativity. For her to speak to ME of creativity, I told her what I do and who I am. Some of the things I told her made her feel chills. She said so and showed me. I told her I have always been into music, poetry, writing, movies, and media in general. That I kinda thrive on it. She says people get up there and express themselves and that I would honestly be astonishing at a place like that. I have no idea what it is like, or how big it is at all. Apparently it is one of the most celebrated events in St. Thomas. I reflected on my life thus far, just being here for almost 2 weeks. I also showed her my internet about Crumin’ all over the Virgin Islands. She said it was amazing how faces come to this place and meet people here that draw a lot out of someone. I told her I want to speak to the President. She said, “Wow. You do?” I said “Yeah, I do, and he knows it too. I looked him in his eyes and told him I’d see and meet with him again when I shook his hand and took a picture with him. And that I also met the Governor.”
She said it was incredible that the Universe brought me to this place because she acknowledged how spiritual or spirited I am and I guess the things I spoke and the notions I provoked made her feel chills. She said that for me of all people to be here, here and now, spirituality is something that is absent here. So she was very supportive and honored for my presence at this place. And as I showed her my Virgin Island Internet book, I told her technically it was called a blog, but after I almost died and got frightened of my writings never being known if 5 minutes was any different then when I damn near lost my life, I explained that I let the internet let me take matters into my own hands because I got tired of waiting on publication companies to put me through the door for creating a real book. And that I cast it all online and let it be there forever. She felt more chills and told me that I just gave her the idea she was looking for for a long time because they wanted to come up with a way to suggest online journals. And it was there in front of her after I typed it in the net’s address bar. She has been meaning to share such a concept with her colleagues here at UVI because the idea that came from my example describes my internet books to be online diaries, journals, transcriptions, or records of my travels and adventures. I explained that I have hundreds of hours of video footage for my video diaries about my travels and adventures between Ireland and the Virgin Islands. She expressed how impressed she was. She immediately put my email address through to the powerful people involved in all these ideas. People who were either of fellow faculty connects, or the woman that is the master mind behind open mic nights once a month here in St. Thomas. She wants me to meet them and she described me to them to be a interesting student.
And more so, I SHOWED her that I almost died because they was only words until I lifted my shirt. As she seen my scar and dropped her jaw, also noticing the staple holes too, she thought it was long ago. I told her it wasn’t. I told her this happened to me just four months ago. She was baffled but amazed. I said it occurred in April on the 19th. Things became amplified at this moment because she was like, “And only after 4 months coming that close to not living at all, you’re HERE… NOW…” I guess it was a truth that was passed off as something indescribably powerful. I told her I was in Ireland before I got here. I also told her about what happened with me having to leave certain things behind that mean a lot, regarding the wishes that were just as valid to me as these Caribbean dreams. I acknowledged how I got torn in a tug-or-war between 2 things that I never knew could come true and that I still believe it could possibly be fate that I came to these islands anyways. Me finding out there was a Crum Bay at the place I chose out of all the decisions I would decide to travel to in the WORLD, it clinched this notion of fate. I never really gave thought to things like destiny and fate until I learned what I retained in Ireland as a student at the Institution of Art, Design, and Technology in the suburbs and outskirts of Dublin when was in Ireland. CRUM BAY…. And that tripped me out. She said, “Everything happens for a reason.”
She wanted to give me a book to read and I told her I’d love to read it but I have a lot on my plate right now to try and keep up with. Then she became initially hesitant until I assured her that I would be honored to accept any book as a gift because even though I don’t read well because I have eccentric psychological conditions, I seem to collect more books that consume. And that I already have a library because in my eyes, just like an IPOD can reflect a lot about someone – somewhat as a really remarkable reference – books seem to share the same affect. A library of books could be an excellent insight into who someone is. Even if I can’t read as many as I’d really like to. She gave me a book about the event of this open mic nights and how it really exploded with hopes that were just as tangible as realities. It was written by someone who went to these same open mic nights and became so incredibly inspired that they felt compelled to write this book about what it meant, and how it opened a whole other world or realm of passions to pursue. I told her I’d be more than willing to take the microphone into my hands and speak of my life in my rhythm or way with words. She was very pleased and encouraging of these responses.
She also discovered what my tattoo was about and why it is there till I am not anymore… This woman seemed to be a gateway to even more dreams I know nothing of at this point.
My time was free to do as I choose now that it was finally the second weekend here. I went to the library with all the time in the world. I could lock myself in here for 48 hours and finally catch up with all of what I meant to do. And so I got ready for the projex, and to map out all of what I was aiming to write of and upload. Before I began, I was in the 24/7 library lab and a woman came to me and said,
“Are you Crum?”
“Yeah, I am…”
Apparently she knew me ahead of time or perhaps heard about me. She spoke to me of how there is an open mic night here in St. Thomas and that I am wanted to speak Slam poetry or free speech. It seems people hear me and the way I talk and they want to bring me to places and show me new faces. This woman’s name is Rachelle and she is a faculty member for the Virgin Islands Council on the Arts of Virgin Islands Big Read Committee. Once a month, people seize microphones for fun and the fine arts. She wanted to know of my interest in this. And of course, I went into her office and she started to know who I was within 15 to 20 minutes of us speaking with one another.
She told me that the Woman who conducts this event once a month in St. Thomas is actually a daughter of 2 professors here. And she spoke of creativity. For her to speak to ME of creativity, I told her what I do and who I am. Some of the things I told her made her feel chills. She said so and showed me. I told her I have always been into music, poetry, writing, movies, and media in general. That I kinda thrive on it. She says people get up there and express themselves and that I would honestly be astonishing at a place like that. I have no idea what it is like, or how big it is at all. Apparently it is one of the most celebrated events in St. Thomas. I reflected on my life thus far, just being here for almost 2 weeks. I also showed her my internet about Crumin’ all over the Virgin Islands. She said it was amazing how faces come to this place and meet people here that draw a lot out of someone. I told her I want to speak to the President. She said, “Wow. You do?” I said “Yeah, I do, and he knows it too. I looked him in his eyes and told him I’d see and meet with him again when I shook his hand and took a picture with him. And that I also met the Governor.”
She said it was incredible that the Universe brought me to this place because she acknowledged how spiritual or spirited I am and I guess the things I spoke and the notions I provoked made her feel chills. She said that for me of all people to be here, here and now, spirituality is something that is absent here. So she was very supportive and honored for my presence at this place. And as I showed her my Virgin Island Internet book, I told her technically it was called a blog, but after I almost died and got frightened of my writings never being known if 5 minutes was any different then when I damn near lost my life, I explained that I let the internet let me take matters into my own hands because I got tired of waiting on publication companies to put me through the door for creating a real book. And that I cast it all online and let it be there forever. She felt more chills and told me that I just gave her the idea she was looking for for a long time because they wanted to come up with a way to suggest online journals. And it was there in front of her after I typed it in the net’s address bar. She has been meaning to share such a concept with her colleagues here at UVI because the idea that came from my example describes my internet books to be online diaries, journals, transcriptions, or records of my travels and adventures. I explained that I have hundreds of hours of video footage for my video diaries about my travels and adventures between Ireland and the Virgin Islands. She expressed how impressed she was. She immediately put my email address through to the powerful people involved in all these ideas. People who were either of fellow faculty connects, or the woman that is the master mind behind open mic nights once a month here in St. Thomas. She wants me to meet them and she described me to them to be a interesting student.
And more so, I SHOWED her that I almost died because they was only words until I lifted my shirt. As she seen my scar and dropped her jaw, also noticing the staple holes too, she thought it was long ago. I told her it wasn’t. I told her this happened to me just four months ago. She was baffled but amazed. I said it occurred in April on the 19th. Things became amplified at this moment because she was like, “And only after 4 months coming that close to not living at all, you’re HERE… NOW…” I guess it was a truth that was passed off as something indescribably powerful. I told her I was in Ireland before I got here. I also told her about what happened with me having to leave certain things behind that mean a lot, regarding the wishes that were just as valid to me as these Caribbean dreams. I acknowledged how I got torn in a tug-or-war between 2 things that I never knew could come true and that I still believe it could possibly be fate that I came to these islands anyways. Me finding out there was a Crum Bay at the place I chose out of all the decisions I would decide to travel to in the WORLD, it clinched this notion of fate. I never really gave thought to things like destiny and fate until I learned what I retained in Ireland as a student at the Institution of Art, Design, and Technology in the suburbs and outskirts of Dublin when was in Ireland. CRUM BAY…. And that tripped me out. She said, “Everything happens for a reason.”
She wanted to give me a book to read and I told her I’d love to read it but I have a lot on my plate right now to try and keep up with. Then she became initially hesitant until I assured her that I would be honored to accept any book as a gift because even though I don’t read well because I have eccentric psychological conditions, I seem to collect more books that consume. And that I already have a library because in my eyes, just like an IPOD can reflect a lot about someone – somewhat as a really remarkable reference – books seem to share the same affect. A library of books could be an excellent insight into who someone is. Even if I can’t read as many as I’d really like to. She gave me a book about the event of this open mic nights and how it really exploded with hopes that were just as tangible as realities. It was written by someone who went to these same open mic nights and became so incredibly inspired that they felt compelled to write this book about what it meant, and how it opened a whole other world or realm of passions to pursue. I told her I’d be more than willing to take the microphone into my hands and speak of my life in my rhythm or way with words. She was very pleased and encouraging of these responses.
She also discovered what my tattoo was about and why it is there till I am not anymore… This woman seemed to be a gateway to even more dreams I know nothing of at this point.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Hugest Annual Beach Party In All Of St. Thomas
This was probably, moment-for-moment, minute-for-minute, the craziest and tightest experience ever. I hope I could describe all these things but so much of it WILL be left out because each hour was so incredible that there isn't a way to say how much went on. It started out just getting set up. I went and met with the Lambert Media Company, who are people that have became friends on my honor (and visa versa). Then there after, I found out it was about to begin at noon so I went and grabbed some FOOD. I came back for the beginning. And man... It was On! There was a man who was on the stage giving a really cool opening speech on the beach to the people ready to party they asses off. It was the St. Thomas Chili Cook Off (Which is a fund-raiser). Probably one of the funnest times of the year. All kinds of drinks, people swimmin' in gorgeous weather and hot aqua water.
As it began, the man to the stage gave an honorable introduction to the Governor. And the Governor came to the Microphone to speak about his culture, people, and the feel-good aspect of bein' in the Caribbean. The weather, the drinks, the peaceful people who were here to have a blast. It was badass. I recorded the whole thing.
The Governor ended up meeting me. I was in front of the UVI booth and he came up right beside and shook my hand. The Governor of the Virgin Islands!! He asked who I was and what I do. I told him where I'm from and why I'm here. He spoke with me for a good amount of minutes and moments. Then he shook my hand and took pictures with me and acknowledged that he was happy I was here. I was thrilled.
And after was when things started to get crazy and go ape-shit. I met Justin and Brandy. They are two of my friends in Florida who I met here in St. Thomas that found out who I was when me and Celestino made Tha Projex at Duffy's Love Shack and Saint Lounge, the two clubs where the UVI club night was happenin' at. They were stoked and immediately gave me awesome hospitality. They had several bottles and so I had hella unlimited free drinks with a buncha CRUM RUM. So this was how it all began man. And it wasn't even an hour into it at all.
I met so many islanders that really liked me a lot. I left my newest shirt that
Nina bought me and got me at 7 Feathers in the valley. And my camera, IPOD, Watch, and Sandles, I got to keep them at The Media Company where my friends from Lambert booth were. I got on with the drinks, the beard, the bandanna, and the scar and tattoo everyone kept asking me about.
I met a really cool cat, an Islander named Jack. He was rosta. And when he saw me, he smiled, shook me props, laughed and was like, "Man, you MUCHO MAAN RANDY SAAVAAAGE!! You hear that all the time, huh?!" :) I was like, "Holy Shit maan, I've heard it ALL." We both started laughin' our asses off. I was blown away cuz when he said that, everyone else was like, "YEAH MAN!" So I took pictures and told him I wish I had Jerky, I'd get a picture with him when I'd Snap into a Slim Jim.'
Other people met me and asked how I almost died and what that was like. All I was wearin was shorts, so of course my scar and tat were every where I went. Justin and Brandy were two people who are 25 and 26. They both got their carreers created and here soon, they are gonna move to the Caribbean when they both graduate. A lot like Tyler and his girlfriend Katelyn have together right now. I plan to do the same thing too. Justin and Brandy were both so cool and comfortable with eachother. I could really tell that they were the best of friends with eachother. It was nothing to envy, I actually admired them. They are already in my 'Cruminal TV' channel through youtube, but I won't be able to produce all of these movies and uploads until later in life. They are already in touch with me from Florida and they'd come to the West Side and I'll go to Florida, even if it's by myself, depending on life later on. I've always loved travelin and I've accepted it as a part of my life now. Ultimately, it'd be ideal to share those adventures with a friend thats worth a lot of the same things. That's nothing I'd know though later on.
We were in the water and I was recording with the camera in one hand above the aqua and a drink in the other and I'm like ,"Justin, Speak some truth bro, tell us what it is" :)
He says, "A place like this... It changes your soul bro. You come back from the states, you come here, you live here, you become more patient. You'll be more resourceful. You wake up on a Saturday morning and you say 'Lets go to Platform Beach' you don't say 'Lets watch re-runs a cartoons, you say, 'Lets go, Lets go... To the BEACH."
"UH-HAHAH, HAHAHAH.. HEHEHE."
(I Busted Up in the Aqua, I swear to God - This is gonna get uploaded in youtube fast.)
Justin continues, "Thats what it is, it's Paradise, man. You don't turn from that."
"Hey, give me some of that Leo love Homeboy!"
Justin Says, "Absolutely" :)
As it began, the man to the stage gave an honorable introduction to the Governor. And the Governor came to the Microphone to speak about his culture, people, and the feel-good aspect of bein' in the Caribbean. The weather, the drinks, the peaceful people who were here to have a blast. It was badass. I recorded the whole thing.
The Governor ended up meeting me. I was in front of the UVI booth and he came up right beside and shook my hand. The Governor of the Virgin Islands!! He asked who I was and what I do. I told him where I'm from and why I'm here. He spoke with me for a good amount of minutes and moments. Then he shook my hand and took pictures with me and acknowledged that he was happy I was here. I was thrilled.
And after was when things started to get crazy and go ape-shit. I met Justin and Brandy. They are two of my friends in Florida who I met here in St. Thomas that found out who I was when me and Celestino made Tha Projex at Duffy's Love Shack and Saint Lounge, the two clubs where the UVI club night was happenin' at. They were stoked and immediately gave me awesome hospitality. They had several bottles and so I had hella unlimited free drinks with a buncha CRUM RUM. So this was how it all began man. And it wasn't even an hour into it at all.
I met so many islanders that really liked me a lot. I left my newest shirt that
Nina bought me and got me at 7 Feathers in the valley. And my camera, IPOD, Watch, and Sandles, I got to keep them at The Media Company where my friends from Lambert booth were. I got on with the drinks, the beard, the bandanna, and the scar and tattoo everyone kept asking me about.
I met a really cool cat, an Islander named Jack. He was rosta. And when he saw me, he smiled, shook me props, laughed and was like, "Man, you MUCHO MAAN RANDY SAAVAAAGE!! You hear that all the time, huh?!" :) I was like, "Holy Shit maan, I've heard it ALL." We both started laughin' our asses off. I was blown away cuz when he said that, everyone else was like, "YEAH MAN!" So I took pictures and told him I wish I had Jerky, I'd get a picture with him when I'd Snap into a Slim Jim.'
Other people met me and asked how I almost died and what that was like. All I was wearin was shorts, so of course my scar and tat were every where I went. Justin and Brandy were two people who are 25 and 26. They both got their carreers created and here soon, they are gonna move to the Caribbean when they both graduate. A lot like Tyler and his girlfriend Katelyn have together right now. I plan to do the same thing too. Justin and Brandy were both so cool and comfortable with eachother. I could really tell that they were the best of friends with eachother. It was nothing to envy, I actually admired them. They are already in my 'Cruminal TV' channel through youtube, but I won't be able to produce all of these movies and uploads until later in life. They are already in touch with me from Florida and they'd come to the West Side and I'll go to Florida, even if it's by myself, depending on life later on. I've always loved travelin and I've accepted it as a part of my life now. Ultimately, it'd be ideal to share those adventures with a friend thats worth a lot of the same things. That's nothing I'd know though later on.
We were in the water and I was recording with the camera in one hand above the aqua and a drink in the other and I'm like ,"Justin, Speak some truth bro, tell us what it is" :)
He says, "A place like this... It changes your soul bro. You come back from the states, you come here, you live here, you become more patient. You'll be more resourceful. You wake up on a Saturday morning and you say 'Lets go to Platform Beach' you don't say 'Lets watch re-runs a cartoons, you say, 'Lets go, Lets go... To the BEACH."
"UH-HAHAH, HAHAHAH.. HEHEHE."
(I Busted Up in the Aqua, I swear to God - This is gonna get uploaded in youtube fast.)
Justin continues, "Thats what it is, it's Paradise, man. You don't turn from that."
"Hey, give me some of that Leo love Homeboy!"
Justin Says, "Absolutely" :)
Friday, August 14, 2009
Life's About To Get Very Crazy Really Soon. I'm Used To Murphy's Law!
Things have became insane all over again. Things are going to be hard. VERY hard. I'm kinda hardcore so it's no big deal. But for the things that have occured recently. I find myself running into multiple complications and very stressful ridiculous situations. Because of the very bad and adverse things that happened to me in Ireland, it has had a bad affect on my life now. The things that happen to me in Ireland were things I had no fault in at all. But still, I was forced to pay. I guess it's ok cause hindsight not always 20/20.
I've ran into crazy dilemmas regarding a temporary lack of cash. Because I lost a lot of money in Ireland for things that were out of my control, I am faced to try and live life without a little bit of money to make things easy. No big deal though. I am in Paradise. There is no price for a truth like that. But that is only one thing. I can not buy the books I need for my courses right away because financial aid comes way later by my home Universities procedures. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... I'll manage. But of other things...
My computer is also busted for right now. I can not and will not be able to keep up with the projex, my emails to my SOU colleagues, my communications to my friends and family at home by my SKYPE account, I cannot tackle all my cyber-priorities and electronic errands, and I can't do a damn thing about academic responsibilities or my social relations. Oh Well.
And of those two things to occur at the same time, at a time like this... As if that was not bad enough... I seem to have a hell of a lot of poison in my skin. I have a lot of poison in my blood. And I can't get rid of it because of bullshit medical policies. I wonder what could go wrong beyond the shit I'm havin' to handle now.
Between a lack of cash, a fuct up computer I live my life through, and havin' poison in my skin... To have it all happen all at once, it kinda makes me concerned. I could not begin to tell you how many times I run into Murphy's Law in one season maan. But there is no way I'd let any of these things bring me down because It is way too gorgeous and fun to be pissed or discouraged here. I've ran into so many problems in life that this shit doesn't surprise me at all. I've never had these particular complications but I've always rode of a lot optimism, luck, faith, and determination even when I got knocked down a lot. I guess I just get back up and continue forward one day at a time. I put one foot in front of the other. And my homeboy Penny says that for all the crazy shit I'm havin' to deal with, "You handle it really well MON."
Aside from those issues, I also have social and emotional things going on within me that has a lot to do with a Brazilian lady friend back at home. But I guess it isn't my place to try and find some kind of medium due to certain things I couldn't really say from one week ago, as well as a few days back. If I try to make too much sense of things I know so little of, it leaves me guessing or questioning. That is not easy for me because of how analytical and huge-hearted I am. I isn't right for me to assume certain things based on the way it all feels just because I'm in the dark about a lot of shit. So I just have to handle things my own way on my side I guess. And that's cool. But maybe by my birthday, things would be simple &/ exciting. Thats usually how it always was. But I guess unexpected things occur even when they don't have to. I have way too much good goin' on to try and let myself become somber or sad. I cannot allow myself to feel bad at a place and time like this tight ass shit man~ :)
I've ran into crazy dilemmas regarding a temporary lack of cash. Because I lost a lot of money in Ireland for things that were out of my control, I am faced to try and live life without a little bit of money to make things easy. No big deal though. I am in Paradise. There is no price for a truth like that. But that is only one thing. I can not buy the books I need for my courses right away because financial aid comes way later by my home Universities procedures. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... I'll manage. But of other things...
My computer is also busted for right now. I can not and will not be able to keep up with the projex, my emails to my SOU colleagues, my communications to my friends and family at home by my SKYPE account, I cannot tackle all my cyber-priorities and electronic errands, and I can't do a damn thing about academic responsibilities or my social relations. Oh Well.
And of those two things to occur at the same time, at a time like this... As if that was not bad enough... I seem to have a hell of a lot of poison in my skin. I have a lot of poison in my blood. And I can't get rid of it because of bullshit medical policies. I wonder what could go wrong beyond the shit I'm havin' to handle now.
Between a lack of cash, a fuct up computer I live my life through, and havin' poison in my skin... To have it all happen all at once, it kinda makes me concerned. I could not begin to tell you how many times I run into Murphy's Law in one season maan. But there is no way I'd let any of these things bring me down because It is way too gorgeous and fun to be pissed or discouraged here. I've ran into so many problems in life that this shit doesn't surprise me at all. I've never had these particular complications but I've always rode of a lot optimism, luck, faith, and determination even when I got knocked down a lot. I guess I just get back up and continue forward one day at a time. I put one foot in front of the other. And my homeboy Penny says that for all the crazy shit I'm havin' to deal with, "You handle it really well MON."
Aside from those issues, I also have social and emotional things going on within me that has a lot to do with a Brazilian lady friend back at home. But I guess it isn't my place to try and find some kind of medium due to certain things I couldn't really say from one week ago, as well as a few days back. If I try to make too much sense of things I know so little of, it leaves me guessing or questioning. That is not easy for me because of how analytical and huge-hearted I am. I isn't right for me to assume certain things based on the way it all feels just because I'm in the dark about a lot of shit. So I just have to handle things my own way on my side I guess. And that's cool. But maybe by my birthday, things would be simple &/ exciting. Thats usually how it always was. But I guess unexpected things occur even when they don't have to. I have way too much good goin' on to try and let myself become somber or sad. I cannot allow myself to feel bad at a place and time like this tight ass shit man~ :)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Orientation Day!
This was when it all really began man. A lot of the Caribbean women for the UVI staff know me good and acknowledge me well. Especially Samantha. They are pretty stoked that I'm here because they are curious of what I'll get outta this experience.
As we began orientation, they all noticed how much food I eat and juice I drink. I tell they asses, "Yeah, Hell Yeah, I AM a full grown MAN. They just started gigglin' at me. I came to find out that I'm only ONE of SIX students from the States that is here from the National Student Exchange. I am 1 of 6 of the NSE students here. I think I am the only man here as well, other than my room mate Nick, who is quit younger than me. He uis a good kid though.
Anyways, I got a big badass plate full of food and about 4 juices. My lady friend here, Jordan, she asked if I pee a lot. She was just kiddin' of course. I smiled because it was funny. As I sat down, the whole gymnasium was very decked out and gorgeous. Lavish tables and conference oriented set-ups. I've always been incredibly unique. But here, I look different than every body else so they are not shy about asking things of me. They are not shy to try and get to know me. It seems that I am held in a high regard here as it is. I am here with a beard and a bandanna. They speak to me very hospitably. They are all really cool. They go outta their way to say whats up and see whats up.
As I was in line for the food, a staff faculty member that is a colleague of the President, he is a powerful person here in the University, he asked me, "Hey Justin, how are you this morning? Did you have a late night last night?"
I was like, "Nah, not really man." He said, "You didn't have a late night huh?"
"Nah, I just went swimming last night." "You WHAT?"
"I Went swimmin' last night. Is that crazy or sumthin?"
He said, "Don't do that Justin. Don't do that man." I was like, "Why? Every one keeps tellin' me its dangerous. Whats to worry about?"
"They did say it was dangerous."
"Last night I told they asses that I was gonna do it and damn it, I did it. They kept tellin' me 'Thats dangerous Justin.' I heard it from four people in 10 minutes."
He asked, "What did you tell them when they told you it was dangerous?"
"Danger. Danger. Danger. I luv dat shit." : )
(They all laughed and thought I was brave and courageous for sayin some shit)
I acknowledged that I just got back from Ireland and that I'm the type of person that would go into a war-zone and care less I guess. I DID go to Northern Ireland.
He was like, "Justin Don't do that at night, awright?"
"So when people say its dangerous, do they mean 'creepy evil people' or do they mean crazy sea creatures like barracudas & sharks? Wussup?"
He replied like, "Justin, you'll give campus security hell if you do that man."
"Well I made it look easy and it was a blast! :) That water is just as warm as the air and I'll be there everyday. submerged to my shoulders, with no remorse."
He started laughin' and he was like, "Man, your crazy huh?" I was like, "Yeah."
Monday, August 10, 2009
As I Arrived...
I was in awe man. I have never been to any exotic tropic region of the world ever at all. When the plane began to land, I looked out the window and saw so much gorgeous turquoise aqua water. And endless exotic plant life. The moment I stepped off the plane, I FELT how humid and hot the air was. I kinda became ecstatic.
I checked into my dorm here at U.V.I. and I met my R.A. (resident assistant) by the name of Celestino who came to be my closest friend here. He is my main man here in the Caribbean. He has a lot of connections on these islands and within this institution of U.V.I. We talked only for about 10 to 15 minutes as we first met. And only after a few moments of convo, he instantly acknowledged his first impression of me, "Your hardcore man. Your experienced and very intelligent, you got the words bro." :) I kinda laughed a little because people have told me that for years. I met a lot of the people here and they were all really welcoming to me. They asked what I study. I asked them, "Do you mean academically or generally? Or are you asking what my major is?" They said, "Justin, is there a difference?" I was like, "Yeah, I've studied an endless amount of things on and off campus but if you mean to ask what my major is, thats particular or specific."
"What is your major Crum?" I said, "Video Production. I have my own youtube channel and about video production being my major, I've been very creative for the majority of my life and I was usually more about writing and music. But I learned how to make media easily and I got caught up in the projex."
"What have you done or what are you going to do?" I was like, "I have done about 5 or 6 pieces of media that were either personal, powerful, intellectual, philosophical, or experimental. But recently in life, I have became pretty obsessive about a video diary of my travels. I just returned from Ireland and I acquired a lot of photography and footage about the places I have seen and experienced."
"And now your at the Virgin Islands!! Why have you chose to come here of all places?"
"If people were to read my first internet book (which is technically considered to be a blog) they would see a small creative writing that reflects my desires to ultimately reside in the tropics and exotics. I receive more peace and adventure at a place like this, where as back at home, things are more industrial and oriented around the Real World and 9 to 5 lives. I have always wanted to swim endlessly with dolphins and to be surrounded by exotic plant life and tropical cultures."
"Well said Justin. We are glad you came."
Later that night, we all went to the superstore together. I caught up with my new home boy Penny. We all got in his big badass truck and I got shotgun! LOL :) We ended up ridin' into the hot tropical nights with all the city lights. When I get excited or thrilled, my expressions and language seem to make a lot of people laugh all at once. They explained the safari thangs~ And I was like, "Oh, I'm IN IT!! Its the SAAFAARI now huh?!!" : ] They said they were very entertained with me already. I went a bought some mind-blowing postcards and some other things too. On the way home, to campus, I smelled really rich thick cannabis plants. I was like, "Man, you smell that?!" He was like, "Yeah mon, thats nature." I was like, "Hell yeah it is, lets call it THAT" I also expressed my desire to aquire a lot of photography and footage of all the places I'll Crum across. They said that most people just see it, live it, leave it, and say that they have been in the Caribbean. But I was one who had a passion that seem to come from an objective that most people don't harbor.
I was like, "Yeah, your right man. I believe that if I was to take my camera to the places that I see in this life, between footage and photography, I'll always have a media record that will exist forever. And I Am looking forward to home someday in the near future later on, but here and now, I really believe that this is gonna be the time of my life other than the amazing moments of time that I had with my girlfriend. But that I'm actually here now, I'm ready to live life for as exciting as it could possibly get. You KNOW this."
They was like, "Man, your gonna see all of what you want to." I said that what I wanna see isn't just within these locations. That there is someone who I wish could enjoy all of this with me. But I know I'll be at the Virgin Gorda, Megan's Bay, Trunk Bay at St. John, Haven Sight, and anything else anyone brings me to. I'm new here but I'm ready to tear it up.
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