March 22, 2005

Underwater School Bus

Samurai Brain Coral

I was riding in a school bus with a bunch of other people. I'm not sure where we were headed but it was a festive mood. We came to a crossroads and out the window I saw tidal waves of water rushing towards us from every direction down the street. The waves slammed into the bus and we began to close the windows on the school bus. The water was now above the window level and the bus driver continued to drive the school bus while we were almost completely submerged. We continued to drive along for some time before we exited the bus where we climbed up to what was sort of a pool side lounge surrounded by endless water. There were small stretches of concrete walkway to walk on and there were lit candles floating in these mini ponds all around us. I realized we had no food so i began to look around. I could see several apples floating in the water so i jumped in and collected as many apples as I could and shared them with the others that were there. The apples were sweet and crunchy as I ate one but there wasn't enough for every one.

The next thing I know , im standing in a green field holding a samurai sword commanding a small legion of samurai warriors. We were preparing for battle and i was giving commands for the soldiers to fall in line. I began to explain that our enemy was a superstitious bunch who are afraid of brain coral. So we began to dig up these amazing chunks of beautiful brain coral that were jutting out of the ground. I explained that the coral could also be scraped by our swords to create a dust that would frighten our enemy as well. As i began to scrape the brain coral , this dust gently settled to onto the ground creating a trail where we walked .

March 8, 2005

I Miss you Pop

15 years ago on this day, my father Joe Clein passed away. I remember I was 18 and in my first year of college and working for the college literary art magazine "Metromorphosis".
My dad was a popular bail bondsman during the 70'and 80's and his business still exists to this day. I meet people all he time who knew my dad from back in the day because they got busted for whatever. They all loved him and respected him for the way he treated people and always had kind words.
I remember that he had many friends and several of them were "HEAVIES" or what's better known today as bounty hunters. These folks were a surly bunch of very big and scary dudes who were deathly loyal to my pop.

My fathers job was interesting; to be a human lie detector. His ability to hear the inflection in your voice and timing in your answers was uncanny. He could decipher a phone calls merit by simply asking several questions and listening to your response. If you were lying to him, he knew it and you weren't getting out of jail. "HORSESHIT" he would yell and slam down the phone. Many a phone met their doom due to his fierce temper.

Growing up I didn't get away with anything. I couldn't even begin to try to bullshit this master of bullshit detectors. There was no way to fool him. He simply saw thru any lies or deceitful behavior because he was surrounded by professional criminals his whole life. He knew the drill...

In my mind I picture him on the phone because he was on it 90% of the day. But on the days he could get away, we would pack up the gear and we would go fishing on his boat. My father was an amazing fisherman. His ability to spot a bird or seeweed line or a small piece of drift wood in the ocean was astonishing. We always seemed to come home with a huge batch of dolphin or grouper , snapper, yellowtail...Those were our favorite times. Getting away from the tedious bullshit of answering phones and dealing with stupid and dangerous criminals.

But being around that element had its effect on his life. He abused drugs to the point where he got sick and was bed ridden quite often. It eventually got worse and i watched him die a terrible death. It was awful. I'm sure this is where i get my insight about drug abuse . I refuse to follow the same path that he and many of his friends and several family members chose. Its an ugly and merciless path that eventually self destructs and damages the people in the wake of its disaster. As time goes by , I miss him more and more and I realize how cheated i was out of a different life by his early demise.

But people are responsible for their lifestyle and often don't have the foresight into the future to see what kind of disruptive effects their behavior is having on themselves and the ones who love them. I can only keep on keeping on and occasionally dwell in the memories of an amazing man whom i miss very much.

Today I reside with my mother whom I love very much and have a close relationship with . I am a mommas boy i suppose and am truly grateful to have such an incredibly caring, loving and endlessly thoughtful human being for a mom. It was really tough on her for she cared so much for this tough little man who was not an easy person to deal with. She is to be revered and honored as the most benevolent person I've ever met with a heart of gold. Thank you G-d for the merciful life I've lead. And thank you mom for being such a patient and amazing person.

I love you mom !

"When surrendering to the flow and finding the groove , everything fits into an unmistakable place because it has a pleasant familiar feel that seems to have always existed in the first place.
Weather its music or dancing or construction, there is an inevitable working flow that develops over time. This time can take years such as in acrobatics, and perhaps minutes in a musical improv.

Incredible improvisational music that ensues after 15 minutes into a jam could not have occurred with out the first 14 minutes.
This constant ballet of trial and error eventually finds its "groove"
which works its self into a comfortable glove.

In dance , you can feel the groove take on its own inertia where no other body movement could interpret the music .

Dancing to phish is a good way to find a groove."

Enjoy : )

Jan 8 2005 -

A dream about aliens.

I've been steadily working on the site adding T-shirts and phish song lyrics.Eventually ill have all the loose ends sewn up so ill be able to dedicate more time to the blog. Especially about the amazing dreams ive been having .


For instance ,
The other night ,I Dreamt that Aliens landed on Earth and were loading/evacuating all the humans on board a humongous space craft. I was uncertain if I wanted to be herded on to the ship so I ran to the back of the line to see what or who every one was trying to escape from. There were all these spores landing on the ground and growing these round plant like balls about of all different sizes on the surface, some were as big as a volkswagen bug. As i got further away from the spaceships, I came to what seemed like an African village. Standing around the village were all these what I thought were black pigmy cannibal tribesmen with white face paint. I got scared and ran back to the spaceship where I was asked to go down this very long slide down into the darkness like an abyss .Again I was scared and hesitated so i stood by some soda machines until I awoke.

The crazy thing was that the NEXT DAY I went to the dentist and there was a picture of the
exact tribal person i saw in my dream in the newspaper. >>>

For the new year i want to share with the universe the most amazing & profound web site ive ever read in my life .
http://www.masaru-emoto.net/english/entop.html
This Web site may be the most important and relevant
science/ philosophy EVER EVOKED UPON HUMANITY.
Look up Masaru Emoto on google

Here is a site with examples of vibrations on water
http://www.wellnessgoods.com/messages.asp

Please take a few minutes to GROK the profound effect our thoughts and vibrations have upon WATER ...........
Much love to every one , may your 2005 be healthy and prosperous.: )