There is something that I just love about meeting new friends, particularly its great to meet people who speak a different language than you do, there is a purity and warmth when two people are doing there best to communicate simple thoughts using rudimentary language skills that is simply unmatched in same language communication.
After all, if you believe the idea that we are vibrational beings (i know I do) then regardless of our language skills, we pull the people to us who have the lessons we need at that time, so for me, the inner work I have been doing is to practice non judgement, this is no simple task, we are trained from birth to make snap judgements about people, I have been in sales virtually all my life, and commisions live and die based on your ability to read someone (judge) so as I travel this amazing journey, I am always amazed how quickly the attraction of vibration serves me.
I have done a fair bit of picking up hitchikers this trip, the first of which was a born again christian from the state of Jalisco. He was traveling light and found me at a roadside restaraunt, when he got in the car, I asked if he liked music, (Tu Gusta Musica? when he reacted in a negative manner, I chalked it up to mi malo espanol, when he began to get preachy, I did what I always do in these situations, and that is to talk about religions history, to try and get that person to demonstrate to me what good religion is in the society, not to be confused with spirituality, but religion, as the business of fear and control, killing in the name of God we rode together for several hundred kilometers, he spoke almost entirely of judgement, of fire and brimstone, and most interesting was how many things he hated, Hate, hate, hate, this taught me an amazing lesson in Love, Love, Love, we split up in La Paz, shortly after he had a minor fit when a beautiful young surfer girl ordered chicen tacos con Queso for her dog, I explained to him that many people in estados unidos actually cook for their dogs, and to accentuate the shock value of this statement, I told him of how my friends (tia y tio Saldita) not only cooked for the dogs but often shared a fork, (if only I was as lucky as Phred) for him this just wound him up, (I am not labeled The instigator for nothing) Lesson learned praticing non judgement takes patience and is mucho trabajo... Next was the four surfer boys from the earlier post, Lesson learned If you can dream it, you will live it. On the ferry to La Paz I met a substitute teacher from San Diego, his life was devoted primarily to raising two children as a single father, he traveled with music, and took near orgasmic pleasure (or so it seemed) from the rituals of smoking his Cigar, there was a level of peace and tranquility that pervaded as soon as he began the smoking ritual, he was immersed in pleasure, not unlike swimmimg in a cool river on a hot day he literally bathed in it, the smoke washing over him, to hear him speak of his children was pleasure enough, but to hear him speak of his work was a cherry on top! Lesson learned love your work, revel in your pleasures and be thankful your feet are not a size 14! next was Miguel, he volunteered his time helping to save La Tortuga, we smoked, laughed and drank our way through the day, I forced my music on him at high volume, and we just laughed as I butchered the spanish language, he is spending his life looking out for mother earth and all her children. Lesson Learned Love your Mother! Next was the 8 young kids schoolboys, they jokingly threw out there thumb, I stopped and they were aglow, standing up on the inside of the roll bar, yelling at there friends as we passed I dropped hem in town a kilometer or four up the road, Lesson Learned: laugh hard, live sin fear Enjoy! This brings me to Puerto Escondido, where kindness reigned supreme, we can talk about that later...
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