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We arrived last night into Bogota. Sleeping on the floor in Charlotte, NC after missing the last flight of the night to JFK. Devil beastly airplane, our time travel weapon reality check. A valueable metaphor of the modern technological irony. What pollutes, creates travel & opportunity. I grew up in Reno, NV. 7 miles from town was the famous cathouse, ´Mustang Ranch´. Everyone knew about it, it was infamous. Joe Comforte, the owner, hated paying taxes. Made him very popular with the local news. Sundays we went to church. I wanted to go skiing. Vexing my youth by the obvious hypocricy. Of course I knew, JC would have gone skiing with me.
This life theme of colonism follows me, follows everyone around continually if you´re from the U.S. Starting with the holocaust against the native people in North America. I´ve learned to narrow my gaze to necessary pragmatic tools. For example, Viiceskis builds skis in house. Nothing outsourced, Scotty B crafting each pair by hand. Wood from local sources. Ski companies are 99% obedient to the wrath of outsourcing goods. Like all corporate fascits, they are killers of equitable economic relations in the states. Systemic to U.S. corporations typically lazy behavior. As conscious beings, we must have a vision of earth consciousness. We are the warriors of today, the athletes whom must have ´their´ weapons(tools) for the life risks in our disciplines. But, to maintain a revolution with integrity. So much of the consumer culture is forced upon us. I ski the backcountry & I´ve done so globally. As we master our life calling, we also learn how to remove the harmful, destructive patterns of materialism. Lazy behavior drives comfort existence. Sleeping in airports, flying with buddy passes keeps my attention close to authenticity. The laborous effort requires thought, limiting our use & keeping away excess. I do participate. I am appreciative of the time travel given to us because it helps keeps lonster & gregorio on the move! fogatafilms can continue ´filming to defend Mother Earth´.
Today I´m seeing outside our hostal, Cacique Sugamuxi in Candelaria, Bogota. We always stay here. They support the indigenous. Outside, the streets are blasting music. Horns are ripping, trumpet swan pitches shrill outrageous blasts in celebration. Colombia vs. Cote d´ Voire is on. 12noon, Colombia thousands of mile away from Brazil but no matter. Party in the streets. What a country, what a culture, what a dream! I am home. I know now why I always felt instantly free here. Real freedom requires real community. Function, not conversation.  Elitism, systemic in the U.S. is destroying people. Entitlement rampant. What do you deserve? Honestly, nothing! When you don´t appreciate the air, the H2O you´re useless. Spoiled, elitest cliches are taking my country & turning it into a video game. A facebook page. A phooney blast of ten second institutionalized desires for popularity. No community. Not for everyone, for a few. Not for the better of the nation´s heart.  Designed & limited materilism tricked the population.
Viva Bogota & South America!
My original reason for departing the U.S. was to change my physical paradigm. Be in community verses talk intellecually about it. ´Google this´ as a poor excuse to knowing it all when folks really know nothing. Nothing of the earth. The only valid knowledge is the natural law.
Impressive match play & Colombia scores at the 63:36 mark. Streets went berzeerk.  Totally going off in the streets of Candelaria. Goooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!!!!!!!!!!
Final match play was 2-1 Colombia. The party goes all weekend. Everyone is out, hugging & part of the family of Colombia. Later this day we visited the Modern Art Museum & deciphered a Salvador Dali lithograph exhibit of Dantes Inferno. Is he human or alien? Complex, odd, sick, tormented & gorgeous in a canvas square barely large enough to hold my right foot. Art sublime of genius. Building older than the United States republic we enjoyoed one of the best veggie lasagnas created, listened to street performers on the way home. Walked cobble street paths home.
24 hour bus to the border tonight.
Inti Raymi, Peguche Saturday night at the cascada. For us, one of the sacred open heart ceremonies. All are invited, all are welcome. There is no advertising, no elitest nonsense. Eat, dance, celebrate like it´s your own living room. Inti, Kichwa for the beloved sun. Earth giver of all things necessary to survive. True to all beings alive. We´ll be blessed by the Shaman at the waterfall, opening the third eye of Ayahuasca knowledge. Bringing into our lives the truth that ´we are all connected´. Whatever you call ´your god´ is irrelevant(we´ve heard many names by now after visiting many indigenous nations globally). The spirit lives is in all things.
South America is real life.  So perfect!!!