The pack rat is dead.

No loud noise, no machete, a lot
of cheese, a rat trap.

My vice-president is not texting me,
nor Amy. It was all a dream, I
won't keep contact with anyone
from the regional burning man.

I think about Kate. She was the
coolest. She was the weirdest.
I want her. I want people like
that in my life.

The girl that connected with me
yesterday, she jokingly asked to
move in with me. She keeps on
listening to "Take a walk in the
wild side" from Lou Reed. I want
to take a walk on the wild side
with her.

My feet are getting better. They
were both swollen from the lack
of care, from too much
dancing. They are my canary in
the coal mine, they are what goes
wrong the when my system is in
imbalance. I want to find a way
to care for myself on the road.
My hammock is definitely an
important part of my well being
at this point. It brings my legs
high enough to drain the fluids.
I sleep well in there, it also
helps with self massage and other
practices. 

A lot of hammock yesterday, self
massage. I practice my sex chi
kung, it worked really well.
Alone today, for the whole day.
There is a lot going on all
around, the long weekend they
call it. I don't care much.
It's going to be normal, with
people I am not attracted to,
people I don' relate to.

The local burning man was
re-affirming in so many aspect of
my life. Although I like
sexuality, I am not attracted to
a lot of women. Although I like
my social life, I am not
attracted to a lot of people. I
like the weird and the different.
Being part of that event gives me
a momentum to waste less time.

I want to do my work to pay my
bills to liberate myself further
from the financial stuff.

I want to be able to take my work
on the road so that I can be mobile. 

I want to care more for my health, to
raise my energy to connect with
powerful and weird people.

I want to keep my body healthy so
I can stay on the road for more
than 17 days. 

I want to continue to be part of these
event, festival and group of
people that pushes toward the
alternative way of live, the
weirdos and the party people.

Everything else, like watching tv
shows, participating in boring
social events, cultivating
friendship because we used to be
friends, seems like a waste.

While driving to Penticton during
our travels, I saw a homeless
encampment. I wanted to go there.
I thought the weirdest people
would be there. There would be
drugs, sex and weirdos.

What a weird reaction, I though.

My mind is calm. My energy body
is a bit low. My emotional body
is free. My physical body is
doing better. The last few days I
spent working to get some money
in the bank. A new client, a few
invoices, we're back to normal,
but I want more than that.

I have two events in August, a
psytrance party in the woods and a
health festival at the end of the
month. There is a lot more
happening, a rainbow gathering, a
party this weekend and then the
next one. Electric Love in the
middle of the month, which I am
told is for people who likes to
do a lot of drugs.

The in September there are a few
more events, and a small regional
burning man again. I will
definitely try to go see what's
up with that one.

But for now, push up, training,
massages, healing and making money!