I told the North Roosevelt Blvd business owners to put up big signs in front of their businesses, saying Governor Scott’s DOT (Department of Transportation) fucked our business. Then, I learned from the head of DOT in old City Hall, that it was the City Commission which had fucked those North Roosevelt businesses, by using the city noise ordinance, which could have been waived by the City Commission, to prevent the North Roosevelt redo from being domr round the clock, instead of just one shift a day, five days a week. Mayor Cates got all over me for how I grilled the DOT head, until he outed Mayor Cates and the city commissioners who had decided peace and quiet in the North Roosevelt neighborhoods in the evening, at night and on weekends was more important than the North Roosevelt businesses, which were dying on the vine with that road all tore up. If I had not grilled the FDOT head, Mayor Cates and the city commissioners would not have been embarrassed by what the DOT head finally said, which the Citizen never reported, even though I had explained right after it happened to Gwen Filosa, who wrote the next say’s Citizen report, what the FDOT head had done. Do you have selective newspaper reporting like that in Panama? Probably not a sincere question.
Why am I not surprised you jumped out of one hot skillet (Key West) into another (Panama)? Good for you, getting involved in something where you actually can see you are making progress, befriending the natives, and maybe having some fun along the way.
Actually, I’m a lot crazier than you ever suspected, but sometimes I feel moved to act like I’m not.
Recently, I met a Montreal couple down here for a rest from whatever they do up there, never could get a fix on that. They look to be in their maybe late 40s. I gave them a copy of HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale (understatement, the strange part), and she started reading it and whenever I bumped into them, or her, again, she said she was enjoying it.
I bumped into them last night when I pedaled my bicycle over to Salute to hear Love Lane Gang perform. They were having dinner and I asked if they wanted some company for conversation, as I’d already eaten. They said sure, so I sat down with them.
As had happened a couple of times before, she again said she is really enjoying the novel. And as also had happened, the conversation came around to her grave concern that I am schizophrenic, or something, and need to be on meds, she really believes in them, and my repeated assurances that meds would kill me and the angels are my meds, controllers, correctors, etc.
I said, no schizophrenic person could have written that novel she is reading and really likes. She disputed that, said she’s known many creative schizophrenic people. So have I, creative in demonstrating how crazy they are, I did not say.
She kept expressing her grave concern that I need to be on meds, and I said meds are no cure to anything, which she again disputed. I said psychosis can be treated, if the person with it wants to be treated, but not by psychiatry and psychology, and not by religion, either.
I said I know what causes psychosis in most people and how to treat it, with the angels’ help, but nobody wants the treatment has been my experience. Nor does society want the treatment. She asked what caused psychosis? I said destruction of the internal feminine, and in some cases, demonic possession on top of that.
She said there are pills for demonic possession. I said no pill can fix demonic possession, nor psychosis, but it might sedate a psychotic person, regulate brain chemistry somewhat, tone down symptoms, while causing all sorts of awful side effects. Out of whack brain chemistry is a symptom, just like psychosis is a symptom – the cause is destruction of the internal feminine and sometimes demonic possession on top of that.
She kept after me to be on meds, and I said I’ve heard that many times and she has told me nothing new, yet she has never heard anything before I have told her and that’s why we were arranged to meet. She kept saying I need to be on meds, and by now I’m wondering if meds are what are holding her together? Or if she is a psychiatrist, or a psychologist, or a licensed clinical social worker?
I told her that, back when the angels really came on strong to me, I was married to a licensed clinical social worker, and she was getting doses of the angels, too, and we knew it was not from this world and we never once considered meds. I said, besides being a licensed clinical social worker, she was trained by a Jungian Analyst who had been a direct student of Carl Jung, the Swiss psychiatrist. Her teacher, Dora Kalff founded Sandplay Therapy, and was my dear friend.
The Canadian woman kept after me to be on meds, and finally I said she was way out of her depth; she’d never met anyone like me, and she probably would never meet another one. Maybe the angels she thinks I invent will introduce themselves to her and give her a demonstration of what it’s like to be me, like happened to several women the angels arranged for me to be with in the past, and those women really didn’t care for being messed with by angels.
I said, maybe after being with her a while, the angels will use her as a messenger; she’d make a good one, having been so in favor of pills. I said, if the angels do start doing stuff to her, she should not take pills, but should trust the angels to take her through it. She said she would take pills. I said again, do not take pills. She said it sounded like I was putting a hex on her. I said I don’t do hexes, but sometimes I deal with people who do hexes.
At this moment, her husband intervened, said that was enough. I said no problem, I’m leaving and I hope they have a nice life.
Later, the husband came over to where I was talking with another Canadian I have known since he was a vicious van dweller criminal, but now he has a girlfriend from Kentucky who has a house in Key West and he stays there when he is in Key West. The Canadian woman’s husband tried to smooth it over. I said no problem, and maybe he will tell his wife that she kept pushing, I did not want to go there with her, but she kept pushing. Again, I said I hope they have a nice life, and I meant it.
The husband left, I talked a while longer with my old Canadian friend, who used to be a vicious van dweller criminal in Key West. He’s quite good on guitar, plays and sings lots of songs. A self-taught painter, he sets up days by the Southernmost house and does pretty good selling his work. Before he retired in New Brunswick, he was a machinist. He is bilingual – English and French, and I think he speaks German pretty well. He is well read, up on world events, history.
Once he was seeing a woman, also living in a vehicle. She was an ordained Methodist minister. I got to know her somewhat hanging out at Higgs Beach. Every time she said she would pray for me, that night I would have terrible dreams, so I asked her to stop praying for me.
Then, she told him she had discovered she had cancer, she was going into chemotherapy. She’d always wanted to have her own boat to live on, would he “loan” her enough to buy a boat? She showed him what looked like doctor’s bills. She said she was on chemo now, showed him red splotches on her skin she said were chemo reaction.
I dreamed that she was playing him, she did not have cancer. I dreamed that living in a tent on the Bridle Path in the spring of 2004. On waking that morning, I pedaled my bicycle straight to Higgs Beach and found him and told him of the dream and said don’t buy the boat for her. He bought her the boat. Some time passed. It came out she had made it all up. She did not have cancer, she was not on chemo. She did not make up, however, that she was an ordained Methodist minister. By then, she was pastoring a church in Key West.
I swan, Christine – there’s plenty going on in this insane town to keep me entertained a good bit of the time. I just wish the angels would not run it all through my liver and G.I. tract. Maybe I should send the city a monthly bill for waste water treatment.
I told the angels a couple of times last night that the first chapter in HEAVY WAIT, which introduces the novel and how it came to be written, is more important than the tale itself. When I mentioned that to the Canadian woman last night, she did not seem to remember the introduction. I summarized a little of it. She still did not seem to remember any of it.
The novel is available at www.amazon.com. The kindle version’s introduction and the first three chapters can be seen for free.
I didn’t feel moved to tell the Canadian woman who believes in pills that, during my crazy life, I had treated several psychiatrists, psychologists and clinical social workers for problems they were getting no help with from their professions, religion (western and/or eastern), yogis, gurus, shamans, spiritual healers, etc. That’s what I did before the angels sent me to Key West to get involved in politics.
That, and send me into churches to explain Jesus and God. Another fool’s errand.
Me with Mike Mongo, another Key West crazy person
Political advertisement paid for and approved by Sloan Bashinsky, for Mayor of Key West
Right after publishing the above, this Facebook message below arrived from Erika Biddle, of Key West. After replying to her, I decided to go ahead and post it today. About a year an a half ago, when I was being besieged by School Board member Robin Smith-Martin, of Key West, and others, for being batshitcrazy, Erika, who was in South America with hubby Joel, sent me the batshicrazy pic and said down there in the jungles, the bat shaman is the most revered shaman because he/she can see in the dark. Grimal Grove is well worth seeing in the daylight.
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Thursday at 5:00pm
Join Growing Hope Initiative for an evening of music, food and sunflowers at the Grimal Grove.Headlined by national touring act Scythian, and joined by local favorites The Love Lane Gang, the evening will serve as a community gathering as well as a showcase for Florida nonprofits and the valuable work that they do.Feel free to bring something to share.
A potluck spread with donations from local eateries will be served and “Grimal Grog” will also be available for sale by the glass. Exhibitors have been invited to meet potential volunteers and customers in the Keys. And yes, there will be sunflowers!A Little HistoryOriginally held in the mountains of western Maryland in 2009, Sunflower Fest is now following the sun and relocating to The Florida Keys. It was always the organizers’ intention to create a festival that combines music and service. What was once a 2000 person spectacle will now manifest itself as a smaller music and arts showcases held on the intimate grounds of the Grimal Grove throughout the year. Expect the same energy and quality.
Tickets are $10 (children 12 and under are free) and will be sold in advance at these locations: KEY WEST: Help Yourself Cafe; BIG PINE, Good Food Conspiracy; MARATHON: Food for Thought. Tickets are very limited so don’t wait.
Bring a blanket, beach chairs and a dish to share in the community potluck. Off-site parking has been arranged. If you have questions, contact us at Patrick Garvey at 305-923-6663.
This event is being planned in conjunction with the forum being hosted by The Florida Association for Volunteer Resource Management, (FAVRM).
Volunteer Forum to focus on Non-Profits
The Florida Association for Volunteer Resource Management, FAVRM, is a vibrant, passionate and experienced group of volunteer management professionals who provide a great support network.
FAVRM is hosting a Forum April 30 – May 2 at Hawks Cay in our beautiful Florida Keys. Click here for more details:http://www.favrm.org/Registration.html
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yes, maybe tomorrow, am on a batshitcrazy mission impossible today
Erika also sent the angelina from South America, which she said was in a public place in the city where she and Joel then were – the cure to schizophrenia, the rape of Mother Nature by humanity, political shenanigans, etc., etc., etc.
A woman friend in North Georgia just called, who is in shaman training. She said she had just read this post today, and she then had a vision of the Canadian woman being on a lot of meds. And, she is not reading HEAVY WAIT, or she is so medicated that she does grasp or remember what she is reading. I said I had told the angels last night that the Canadian woman needs help and they ought to help her without roughing her up, scaring her out of her wits.
I told the Canadian couple that excessive testosterone drive, literally and symbolically, is what ails humanity.