"what makes sense to the history of the place and the experiences of a people"
the key to who you should spend your time and money going to hear, listen to or opine on anything...
what kind the fubu guy tell you about constructing anything in this trinidad island?
you all get snaffued so easily.
funny too i was thinking in the shower the mark of a slave: one who is easily dislodged and effortlessly taken off their track, train or path.
reminds me again of a man last night. a homeless man who came to talk to me. he is the cleaner of an establishment...
this man started by telling me "i see your pain" anytime a woman is out by herself it is pain that is bringing her. I watched him with a poker face.
the man went on to drop several gems through the time I was there:
"we are all here for one purpose, to know god and we are so distracted"
only when he said that did it crystallize to me: marriage, loves, relationships, work, crises, injuries, traumas, sex, food, drink, activities...they are all distractions to that mission...the only time it is not a distraction is when the activity takes us all as a collective moving us toward that great complexity of the universe -- again . that is god
he told me he was a deportee from canada and that the only thing he did not do was interfere with children and rape I think he said, everything else the man said...so i was talking to a murderer. and i dont doubt in this trinidad and tobago that was the first time by any one's imagination.. he spoke of not being a typical deportee and vowing not to be that. how he asked the owner for work and he paid him $25/day to clean and now the owner pays him $1000/week.
he told me how he told the boss owner that it is a sin to make money and bank it when there are so many people about in need, without home . I asked him what the owner said, ehe replied, "boy get out of here you dont know this trinidad"
he went on to explain that we shall all be called on to account for what we had and what we did and who we helped. I just listened
i wish i had written about him last night, but i was still trying to process and remember all he said, i was so clear on the rain and deluge he showered me of thought and insight.
he told me that all feeling was energy and if you are in pain, just replace it with joy and happiness, an activity that brings that. flip it he said. I thought that was the bomb. if you feel sad, go out and do something that makes you light and happy. make someone else happy. that is as simple as possible. following the laws of the universe. space must be filled and everything is a spectrum is if you are down, flip it and put yourself up. it sounded clearer the shorter way he stated it without me trying to explain expound and expand overthinking it here now
he spoke how going to jail was the best thing that happened to him. that he found himself. that he had money from making records and it distracted and spoiled him.
and that coming hom and being homeless he has learned his purpose..that he seizes and sees people's pain and to talk them through it, to deal with it. I just listened.
it was interesting
in this place that looks down so easily on other people.
which is something that amuses me. this place is so stratified and I only9 see it akin to brazil with its endless layers and hierarchy of color..so the same of trinidad on a class and socioeconomic level. so you have police and defense force men who look down on drivers and laborers; who went to school and didnt, and which school - prestige, regular, or dumb down...yet still all of them are the same...they all talk , move, walk, spend their piece money on the same fake jewelry, they all.. all these men, whether grand company, union, laborer men, all spend their money on these mega fly rides, they think -- the tricked out over loaded roll on import Vigos, or the roll off Nissan SUVs, it dont matter...they will all spend their money on a vehicle before they buy or build a house, before they save bank, before they build a business. and all of them profiling and peacocking on and for women...but they all think they are so different--and likewise, would look down on the same individuals who just might be prophets in their midst. yes. the one wiping tables, sweeping and mopping floors. Him.
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