PALMA DE MALLORCA, Everyday Ephiphanies
Blue Ocean Cruising
Inventing the future
Land, air and sea travel and the power of now. If I wanted to be a multinational soul, I couldn't do it in cities where I taught English like New York or Los Angeles, Paris or Tokyo alone—I needed to get consecrated by sailing on the oceans.
DEPARTURE
I'm not a Renaissance man, I'm a Renaissance, Man!
The influence of my imaginary peer group "They," the anonymous no one, once told me, "Growing up is optional but growing old isn't," as if my body were milk, with an expiration date stamped on the carton.
Half the agony of this kind of thinking is the waiting for that final birthday, where you hit the wall, and stop living. It is that very fear of dying, of playing it safe and secure that keeps risks in an acceptable range.
Be careful when casting out the devil, Nietzsche says, because you are throwing away the best part. The Daemon, the DYNAMIC- and "They" are so against it, that they turned it into a DEVIL.
Aging for me is just a bad habit I blew up a long time ago in a science experiment. I'm not just a dude. I'm Dyn-o-mite!
Health is Wealth, and in this story telling economy, you get paid in a currency called The Divine Payroll. Going out to sea is the infinity of hope, the preview of life's coming attractions where I have final cut in my own movie that I co-create.
I put the ODD in God and Went Pro: Becoming my own AUTHORity and telling my own story.
INITIATION
Two Roads Appeared - I Got Lost
REAL travel writing is about leading an interesting life and having a good time. It's less about where you go and more about who you go with or end up meeting along the way. Being who you are and doing what you like when you like where you like. Being There.
5-2=7
I am doing less yet BEING more, because the fewer activities I DO the higher the value I can generate for them.
1+1=infinity
Motion creates an emotional algebra where environment creates mood. The future is already here, and evenly distributed.
2+2=5
The fuzzy logic in the superstition of materialism, that shared hallucination that says you MUST purchase freedom in a two week vacation.
Sailing around the world provides a legitimate shortcut for taking things with gratitude instead of for granted. Adventures, which are nothing more than bad planning, more often than not, turn into synchronicity—being in the right place at the right time.
RETURN
Sea Change - 20,000 Leagues Inside My Brain
Digital narcissism and singing my praises—me,me,me,me,me are over. No self/no enemy. When you get out of the way, you get more sublime. But you have to be a SOMEbody before you can be this NObody.
My Sea Life as an Accidental Sailor, based on a true story is downright paranormal. How the hell did I get here? Whatever talent I possess is most def on loan from some deity, some unimaginable source and force for some exquisite portion of time, to be passed on when I am finished.
"If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that, you begin to meet people who are in your field of bliss, and they open doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be."
THE PROMISED LAND
The Promised Land Is Right Where You Are
These scenes just paint themselves. I point and shoot my camera. I'm just the Middleman.
When you're perpetually cruising, people don't have your past to hold against you. No yes in yesterdays on the road.
The cure for my ennui and boredom was "Any place but here." I am still happier when I spend money on experiences instead of material goods. The shared hallucination of consumption and materialism fades when you live for moments, not monuments.
The promised land isn't a destination—it's a recognition. When you're living your authentic path, every moment becomes sacred ground. The treasure was never buried somewhere else; it was always right where you are, waiting for you to have eyes to see it.
"An I For An Island - There Is Life After Luau"