1. 1983 with family, did the hippy thing 2. 2005 worked Kona bay, picked out land 3. 2006-7 built house, framed house 4. 2008-9 after finished college; met Kris 5. 2010 Built on my house, windmills, solar 6. 2011 after Tiffanie/Caelum.
This is my frist post using LochJournal. I haven't posted on Livejournal for a long time and that kind of bothers me, and my intellectual mind is suffering lately. I noticed a university associate friend of mine using the livejournal plugin for facebook...but apparently that was discontinued. I am currently stuck in Oregon right now pending litigation of a court case that I will win on the 21st of April.
Can you hear my text alarms when they vibrate and beep at you when I text your beautiful mother? If not, I’m so sorry...just know that I haven’t neglected you. Maybe she can turn up the volume…If she keeps her phone in her pocket, maybe I can send you a lullaby mp3 of me singing, to help you sleep…if you feel any unsettling energy coming from mom’s chakra, just go ahead and eat it! Don’t worry because it’s not poison…it’s food that is going to help you grow to be a strong man like me.
Please don’t worry, because as soon as you both are here I will take care of her the best I can, as soon as she’ll let me. Meanwhile…make sure to keep growing strong! You’ve been growing amazingly fast for just six weeks. You’ve beat all the statistics I’ve found! You’re growing so fast, that when my uncle Jack saw your sonogram, he thought you were a 3-month-old baby already! And…he’s a doctor, so can you believe my reaction? Which reminds me, try to save a little food for your mother. She loves you dearly, and is doing the best she knows how. I also love you, my son…so keep you’re spirits high!
You are NOT illegitimate…and you have been waiting a long time to come. I’m so very sorry someone stopped you from developing the first time—but you know as well as I do that us SANDERS BOYS don’t quit—no matter what! In our dreams, we can see beyond the veil, before, during and after life. And soon, when you wake up to the light of day, you can use those eyes for the first time. And…I will be there to hold you.
Sorry I can’t be any closer to you right now…I miss you too! Once your mom can come see me, we will be close. I will teach you how to communicate like a pro—so don’t worry about any lack of communication chemicals in your brain now...because I’ll provide those to you when you start speaking English…on day 444 of your life!
As I fly back to Portland,I wonder what will unfold to me in my life. I was arbitrarily happy in Ocean View Hawaii, bugt that just isn't going to cut it for me. I can be only partially happy, or I can be completely happy with the way my life is going. I know that if I am doing something I completely believe in, I will be completely happy...b ut if not, I will always doubt my own actions...which I don't want to do. Here, from 36,000 feet, I address the issues that have been standing before me whilst I have continued to remain ignorant. The issue I face is that of this last year; my being with a married woman. She is technically separated--yes--but this means nothing to me because she never made ANY attempt to even be legally separated. For all I know, she was still married to the guy...other than what she said. I had to continue to put her in her place regarding what she was doing...and that bothered us both. Finally, on the way to the airport, she told me that I wasn't the first one this happened to...there was also another man before me. So then, it becomes apparent that she will continue to go through men--one by one--making them less capable of their potential by being with them instead. Now, this brings it to my current state; am I any better? I have been doing this myself to an extent. Lynn was really after me...but why? Sure, she is lonely and wants a nice buff guy. Sure, she wants to do her business that she believes in because that was the only way she could be rescued from Indonesia and move to Hawaii and marry that man Jim. Sure, it all makes sense that she became stimulated by my subtle friendly advances that I seem not to be able to control...because from my perspective there is no difference between Linn and Kristina in that they are both legally married and are estranged from their husbands. These aren't even their first husbands--so are they are ruined completely? Well I shouldn't bother with that answer; even if I believe that The Word Of God says so.
So what do I do now? Wait for my house to sell and be free of the place called Hawighya? I plan on it. This is a big step in my life, much as many of the steps I've recently taken have been big ones. I look into my old career, and notice there are more and more movies taking place that I feel I would have been involved in, but was not because of my decision to move to Hawaii. Should I make a move? You bet. What should that move be? I know the answer...it's where my passion lies, it's where my entire life has led me. Everything in my being leads me along this path. Patience is something I have learned by being here on the Big Island...and patience is what I needed most. With patience, God can perform his most perfect work through me.
Speaking of God, Yahweh, King of the Universe...this person whose image I am created, that only through belief in Him can I achieve my life dream. If I am doing something contrary to this belief, how do I expect to achieve the desires of my heart? Rhetorically put, I cannot. Instead I must stay diligent to what I believe in--and that is to SELL THE HOUSE--MOVE back to OREGON--both physically, AND MENTALLY. Kristina could not believe how "topsy turvy" I had become, and I am glad to finally tell her as to why. Lynn came to see me...but she is no different than Kristina, and it broke my heart to communicate that to her, even non verbally by my nonverbal cues. God gave me enough strength to not sleep with her that final night...and for that I am so grateful!
I feel empowered now to do THE PLAN. What is this plan I speak of? Plan of the Skybolt reactor? Or the plan of Market America?? The phrase "THE PLAN" has been taken over in my short-term memory thanks to my voluntarily watching many of these Market America videos... which this company I've invested in. Do I believe these products will help me? Yes I do. Do I want to promote these products and integrate that with the plan of a new nuclear technology to replace fossil fuel? You bet I do. How do I intend on doing that? By resourcing my skills together with my connections in Oregon. The house will sell, and I will use that money for my future quest.
Speaking of future quest, I will load my spreadsheet:
$38 thousand 172 dollars 99 cents. That is my take-home dollar amount if I sell my house.
38 grand ain't much--but it's something. It sure is more than I had before--16 grand--and it's a starting point, albeit only little. How can I take 38 grand and turn it into a million? Let's do a CD equation: 4% compound interest compounded annually:
38k*1.04 (damn I forgot the formula--I gotta find my math notebook!)
I have to piss, there is a loud ass squawking baby that WON'T SHUT THE HECK UP...my seat neighbor is a Maui native and has lived here since the 60's...and I'm sure he has many wild stories to tell. He only told me one story so far....but now it appears that we will not be talking too much at all over the next 4 hours. It seems so crazy to think I am changing 3 time zones. It doesn't even seem like my day started...yet I look outside the 767-400's window and see the sun setting behind me in a sea of crimson clouds. I took two pictures of the sky. It's 5:30 PM now in Hawaii...but 8:30 PM where I'm going. It's the weirdest thing to see happening...I can only imagine what it's like going to SE Asia! Only my dad would know. Indiana Sanders....He must write that book!
Tonight, in the middle of the night at 2:45 AM the silence of the night was interrupted by this arcane tapping sound. This tapping sound was condensed moisture coming off my gutter down onto my water tank screen, which shields the water in my tank from evaporation and bugs.
Occasionally between 1 AM and 4 AM on a crescent moon, the wind abruptly stops and I can hear the tapping of the moisture was loud enough to wake the dogs in my neighborhood...dropping about 8 feet. My solution has been a downspout of 3" pipe...but it kept blowing off of my tank from the excessive wind. TonightI fixedthatby tethering the bottom of the downspout to the tank with 10 guage wire....and pounding thedownpoust deeper into theedge of thegutter with an extra 2x4. Later the next day, I secured the top of the downspout to the gutter with more wire. I hope this works during the next wind storm...then I also hopethis place will sell. I need to make a list of the things I need to pack! Now it's 4 AM Sunday morning...