Monday, September 25, 2006

Hello world Im bored

By Colin McLeod Hae Na

Where Am I in Physical prowess? I mean Im In Malmo (south WEST corner), Sweden


So Shantam is studying plants right now for school. plants, flowers and trees. total like 400 something or something. insane fucking. dont read the word fucking if you dont want to read it. ive caused myself so much stress concerning myself with what you (my ego and whomever is reading this, select individuals i know dont like profanity), im sick of it. know i admit it. it was silly. my head hurts all this thinking (i just found out its not 400 more like 4000 holy shit).

so im going to tell you a story, this story is really formyself. but you can now read it. the difference between Sept. 23 (the last blog acid) and before that is before i was writing for you, i was not writing for myself and i wanted to but didnt know it. now im writing for me.

Events of Sept 22 10pm ish To (practically) sept 23 6:10am ish to (really) NOW

walking down the street picking up a pizza with Shantam my swedish friend i met in india (see india blogs for pictures of Shantam) He talked to me about LSD. i didnt want to do it. but since i hadn't done it i didnt REALLY know if i wanted to or not. (this right here is the Statement of being a realized being, which I AM NOW)

so i asked some questions about it got some awnsers and i decided to do it.
I took a shower, because water is an excellent way to clear out energy. then i saged/smudged off the entire house. i had one room enegergized for meditation and the other to chill out in. shantam wanted to meditate with me because he was stressed. so we light a candle. I spent a good 30min clearing off and charging all my crystals because they too put out energy. then i took some of my crystals placed them around me. shantam struck his tibetan bowl and we begain whatever you so meditate.

i sat forawhile, thinking about the LSD, what to i do? do i take it now....
...i picked it up and held this little sqaure of paper on my finger feeling it.
then i put it in my mouth. spent time meditating then decided to stop. so i started "tripping on LSD" i saw some amazing things, engergies were everywhere. my friend david did a test he doesnt know what he was doing but i would look at him, he would "turn it on" (something with the mind) and i could see his energy change, it stopped and just vibrated at a confinded level.

so i tripped. then everyone went to sleep it was early morning. i wanted to go outside, i love sun rises.

Outside i walked from the apartment wearing a lungi and holding a cup of team no shirt. in a city. i enjoyed the beauty blah blah. then i had a thought, to break to cup of tea. "its not my cup i thought" "so what its just a fucking cup" " i dont care" "if they do ill buy them a new fucking cup" so i decided to break it. i opened my hand and watched it fall to the ground and shatter. in that moment i became realized or maybe later, it just kept going faster after that. i immediately felt this weight lift off me. this freedom became in existence with me. i felt as if i walked out of a prision and didnt even know i was in it.

so it escalated, a sensation of joy came over my with thought " i can do whatever i want" so i walked across the street and played with a shopping cart in my lungi. i began to dance with this cart, litterally, i would spin it around my back and catch it with the other hand on the other side. then i ran and jumped off it. and was total in the moment gliding with this cart. I WAS A CHILD. expressing my joy in the way i've always wanted too. i ran back over to the apartment block on the plot of grass and dove into the grass and rolled rolled played and giggled screamed and sang . people were watching me, they wouldnt look at me, some smiled¨, most were so closed and afraid. i didnt care, fuck them i said. i do what i want now. then i walked through the pond (ive had no shoes on the whole time to) i expressed a funny thought to shantam much earlier joking i want to take a bath in that pond) so i decided to fullfill my desire and i walked through it. then i was done, it was sensationally not someting i really care about doing again for the moment.

Then i found a sand box, i bent over began to pick up sand dissing my desire to not get dirty and OMG sand crap. i through it under and over my legs, like i was digging like a dog, the sand flew up and fell down all around me and on me. then i rolled around in the sand, then i had to take a piss, my first thought was to go inside, my second thought, didnt care and didnt want to go inside. so i took a piss right there in sunrise daylight in the middle of the apartment courtyard sand box. the piss was so clear. i picked some of the piss sand up in my hand and felt it. warm and wet. cool. i rubbed it in my hair more and more, feeling my freedom grow and grow, feeling lighter and lighter, it WAS NICE. yeah. Ö

then i stuck my head/hair down into the sand piss and rubbed it around, feeling freed and excited i got bored and moved on, LIKE A CHILD. changed my mind and my interests, i walked back over to where the broken mug cup was and i thought. NAKED. i felt fear. FEAR OF getting arrested, of being looked at, consequences of doing what i want, in that moment i accepted all the consequences of getting naked and rnning through the street as go to jail get kicked out of the country sent back to USA, i accepted those consequences because what i really WANTED was to be naked in the street. so i took off my lunggi started running out to the street, walking at my pace over the street cars stopping as i took over the street.i WAS IN CONTROL, I walked they chose to stop. i crossed begain walking down the ally of the shopping center. i stood in a bush looking at the road, thinking all these cards just see me with no shirt but im naked HEHEHE. i got out of the bush walked across another road. looking at cars and people looking at reactions and expressions. i waLked off the street to some kind of campus. i saw a beautiful statue of women and her child naked. i wanted to TOUCH THE CHILD. I FELT ICKY, shamed and guilty feeling "sexually aroused" wanting to touch this child. i walked up it was a stone statue i said. i went up like an innocent child to this statue child and pressed my hand upon the vaginal region of this statue child, i laughed, like a child and walked away, feeling child like. and i realized, i never wanted to rape or molest a child, i just wanted to be one innocent. people keep telling me of this forbidden fruit. they made this box on children and continued to impose it. so i grew up feeling horrible and denying these thoughts that escalated into molesting a child. I REALIZED IT WAS JUST A FUCKING THOUGHT, and when i acted upon it for the first time in my light admitting the thought that I WANTED TO MOLEST LITTLE GIRLS NAKED STATUÈS AND THEIR MOTHER, that i didnt actually, didnt really want to do it, and really the child in me did, because it has always wanted to and told not to.

so i walked away giggling and feeling wierd like a child, realizing this consciously feeling my desire that i have denied for 19 years dissolve in mere seconds, i walked back over to the child and touched the mother. I TOUCHED MY MOTHERS BOOBS. that may have been my manifest station, once i did it i didnt care anymore, became bored and found something else to do. walked back to the road and stood around. waiting at the red crosswalk to turn green cars driving by. i walkd into the middle of the intersection LEANED against a sign post, raised on a cement block, so i wouldnt be hit. and stood watching cars watch me. i begain to wave at all the cars i wanted to. buss's and trucks and cars in the early morning hours tired and going to work or working..

some smiled, waved back and i responded realy happily with joyous thmubs up or dancing around. most people just closed down, woulnt wave wouldnt look, some car slowed down drasically, out popped a cell phone camera, i started making poses for it. then i walked past it, the car continued then pulled over, the guys jumped out one holding the camera, i said i dont want them, so i decided to change my mind and walk away, completly severe all thought ties, i did and did it totally, then my feeling to walk up to them came back and i said fuck it. i walked over to them as could percieved rather casually. stuck out my hand shook one guys hand, then extended my hand to the guy with the camera, if didnt want to i persisted for a second or two more ten stopped, then my head shook suddenly, the first guy just punched me, i dont really know how hard, there was a bruise later, nor was there any pain, but i wouldnt surprise me if all my energy was working to protect me in that moment. i realized what happened, didnt like the situation i was in, so i turn and walked away, turning back to shake of his energy back at him with my hands, just like flicking my wrists, awhile, they were muttering/yelled in swedish, turned and walked back to the apartment courtyard. felt a little shooken up but i didnt care to attatch to it much so i didnt. i walked back over to the broken mug, picked up the mug waved at this dude sitting on his porch balcony in another builing accross the courtyard who had seen most of my courtyard theatrics (not the sand box different yard) and walked back in side, i was very dirty it felt good.

i just contunied doing what i wanted to do inside, made tea drank, tea had an urge a thought to roll a ciggerette, so i said fuck it , what do i care? rolled one smoked it, went out to the balcony sat on the chairs naked, no one could see me with the solid railing and being on the top floor. shantam came out, woke up sat down, i told him what i did, he was kinda confused didnt realy understand what was going up, then i flipped over the ash tray because i wanted to, he told me he didnt like that, i told him i didnt care, and we begain to what i now call COMMUNICATION, we began to communicate, it ended roughly with me saying i dont care and him walking back inside. i started doing whatever i wanted inside. they were all very confused, i didnt care, i WANTED THEM to tell me what they wanted, so i did what i wanted and did it so well i made them confront me. which is all i wanted, im sick and tired of spending thought energy on what i think people will or wont want. now i live me life doing what i want, if someone somebeing doesnt like it, its their problem, they have a choice to harbour that discontent inside or they have a choice to confront their ego, stand up for what they want, now i test people, respect must be earned, i want to know how badly you want something if its enough you will speak it to the world to me, then i usualy dont want to cause any further disharmony, but if you want it enough to think it but not act, do anything, thats your problem not mine


IM DONE WASTING THOUGHT ENERGY ON OTHER PEOPLE FOR THEIR SAKE. You are a free willed being, you have a choice. USE IT.

So yea thats about it people, freinds, family, readers. I became Enlighted during the lapse of Sept 23 mid night to sunrise. Enlightened, Self realized, conscious, god conscious, aware, i became the watcher. i flipped the switch and it doesnt matter if it is switched back, because now i know the switch is there, and i can CHOOSE to switch it or not, either is fine.

ALL that crap you people listen too. thinking about, those enightened people who start talked osho, jesus, ghandi whom ever YOU FOLLOW, its really just crap. they say nice things, true things good things BUT THAT WONT LEARN YOU ANYTHING. a conception of enlightenment is not enlightment.

enlightenment is simply saying I AM, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

im going to write a book and have it publised or myself.

its going to be SIMPLE. If you want to be enlightened YOU WOULD BE IT. but You think you do, WHAT YOU DONT know is that truly you dont want to be enlightened...or you would be. You caNT do what you dont want. and you can do what you want, but not if you dont want it.


SO I TELL YOU THIS FROM ONE REALIZED BEING TO ANOTHER:

YOU ARE ENLIGHTENED, YOU DONT WANT TO BE ENLIGHTENED

Accept what you truly want.

to find that out

YOU MUST DO WHAT YOU WANT.

for when you do what you want you find out if you really wanted to do it.

THEN YOU REALIZE YOU CAN SATISFY WANT/DESIRE in different ways. one way is action another is completíng the thought. children do this its called imagination.

GOOD BYE

and by the way i want to return to the states to be in Santa fe around CHRISTMAS WHEN ITS SNOWING SNOWING SNOWING..


I LOVE THE SNOW

FORGOT TO MENTION: i remembered bhudda became enlightened on a full moon as well as born and died on the same full moon of the year. i was curious if it happened to me.

the awnser is no, it was not a full moon. it was though, in fact Autumnal Equinox. WOOT i feel very proud about that one. its a special day for me now. yeah special day woothootooot

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Im in sweden. wooohooooo! im on acid.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

To America, To Love, To The Journey

By Colin McLeod Hae Na

Oh Great Glory, How have you been? Twas yester-year that i left you. have pity on me if disgrace i have given you. show me your mercy kind country for the stereotypes i have filled and commend me for those i have shattered. I have seen you in eyes of many a men, women and children. Eager eyes sprinkling with joy, caustic smears of revulsion, Scathing Jams of voice and limb delivered from the pain of a suffered life. what matters least has been delivered most. I have watched the images painted upon my being all for a name. Your Name. I have been yelled at, been scammed, been acosted, been ignored all for a label. I have been accepted, with no regards to name, nor image of poverty or wealth, for simply me the soul that resides in this body. I have laughed at you, gawked with others, missed you, loved you, dont think i've kissed you. I have learned from you and about you.

I have watched my hair grow from buzz curls to afro preemo.
I have grown hair, shaved hair, grown a little, Shaved, Grown and Shaved partially: waiting just waiting for the real thing to grow in.
I have watched the colors my hairs have changed and the white patch on my leg reside in peace.
I have added ornaments to my wrist, painted my chest, hung crystals about my neck.
I have trimmed, picked, gnawed at and even sliced my nails on many occasions.
I have compared, contrasted; observed, totaled, been stuck in,the familiars, the odd the freaky, the madd, the joy, the everything i am not, you are not have not been and never will be.

yes i've seen your colors, i have seen mine own.
And after 1 cycle of this planet around the bigger sol, outstanding the gravity that pulls you back to home, i begin to humble, i begin to care less of where my physical location is and more of where I Am and Who I Am.

Who Am I?

In past times when this philisophical rants, and logical talks of the mind and enlightenment were so ingrained in my head, when the simple feeling reigned all. and i would meet people, i would watch them, talk with them, but didnt know them, they were so strange, so different, or maybe so similair. i would ask myself a question, almost incredulously i would saw: "who are you?" and i would accept them for the unique fun loving beings we all are.

It has been one year since Yorik found his way in the face of George Bush Senior. HEHE.

It has been one year.

And it may be one more.
And it may be two more.
And it may be no more.

For now, I call to the sound of Sleep, my right eye has become lazy. My left just blinked.
For i shall add to this, so please come back.

Good night World. Sleep well, Wake well, Breathe well, Live well, Do well, Love well.

We belong to eachother, We are Connected, Everything Is. I say Hello, You say Goodbye and we meet on the otherside.

it's times like these: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. Its always time.

Colin



Mumbai

Celebration. Salvation Army Hostel, Mumbai, India : April 8, 2006


India

Scarf Shopping. Varanassi, India : June 8, 2006


India

Airplanes, Cookies and a whole lotta Smiles. McLeod Ganj, India : July 4, 2006


India

Sureen & Priyanka Colin's farewell. Dehli, India : July 18, 2006


India

The Last Train Ride. Udaipuir - Mumbai, India : July, 26, 2006


IOW, England

Lunch out with Granny and Friends. Isle of Wight, England : August 8, 2006


Reading Festival

Working at Reading Festival(80k +). Reading, England : August 28, 2006


Brighton

Promenade The Brighton Pier. Brighton, England : September 4, 2006

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Festies, Pubs, and Brigh-T-ON

By Colin McLeod Hae Na

Where the cool cats hang? The soon to be Ex house of Manjula--Fay for faith for fairy, Brighton, England.

Muhahahahaha. So many people. you are all so many people. and to think theres so many more.

I need some direction in this blog:

Whats going on?

> Well Since leaving you all stranded on the Isle of Wight with david Icke, Tomato's Basil Sadhana and Granny. I completed working festival rounds at Beautiful Days, which was only somewhat beautiful. The bands were all peeps i didnt know, and only a few were good. though i did see the proclaimers and they proclaimed some sweet songs. and also the levellers, which host this festival and were amazing live. I met a connection which led me to another festival. this was bigger and better. this was one of the biggest. it aint Glastonbury, nor Leeds, but Reading. I belive it was 80k people. thats many. i worked a 21:00 - 9:00 shift for 5 days. manning a firetower which overlooks all the campgrounds has ample view of all the crazy shiza going on. this is england and a festival so people were exceptionally drunk and fucked out of their little pink socks. it was a great experience. Many big bands, i still didnt know most of the headliners but that was no biggy. I missed Pearl Jam, I was working, but the other goodies i saw were flogging molly, millencolin, less than jake and reel big fish--who omg are the most amazing band live. there just so damn cool. for the rest i was in the comedy tent or sleeping...yea sleeping. i had about 4-5 hours up and about each day which some was spent sleeping again. night shifts are so cool. i saw 5 sunrises aaaw so beautiful. even got paid some juicy poundage. on top of the wristband (ticket) which costs a cool 150pounds which has helped me greatly in my fun of england.

I got two of my friends i met in india to come down and work as well. so we all got to enjoy the good times. then i traveled to good ol'd st. Albans home of 4 friends of mine. all from india. so a load of goodies it is. while i spent the few days there recovering my sleeping schedule enjoying a night in the town (bars and clubs) i made haste to exunt, alex's parents are having their 100th birthday (50 + 50) this last weekend and needed the bedroom for their parents.....

On the train again...3 hours later im at the beach in brighton. the brighton coastline is filled with various sizes of pebbles and stones. all well rounded from years of ocean science. brighton has many feautures which i have yet to discover. but its one of englands alternative cities. yes it is. hippies, gays, tree huggers, art, and bedazzled with shopping shoppping shopping.. a little of everything.

sounds like so much juice. so sorry if i didnt squeeze enough. or it was a little on the bland side. i think im going to sweden next. wow wow wow.

until next time, good bye folks

cool kitty.