Last night, I saw everything I needed to see, and I felt everything there was to feel.

Today, I’m recovering.

I hangout in front of the BassMint on Friday night. It’s at the Winchester in Chico. It used to be somewhere else. 

Last night, I got an appreciation for the change.

I started by visiting the roses at Chico States Rose Garden. I love roses, and I love visiting the roses when no one is around. It was around 930p.

Then I headed down to BassMint on my electric scooter. I only live a few blocks from downtown Chico, why drive when you can use electric. 

I saw my coffee woman, she works at The Naked Lounge. She had a story about her life that gave me hope for humanity.

The level of maturity in her story was a lot different from when I was 21, nearly 30 years ago.

Then I saw my Shaman friend, and he got some advice from me about being a father that I know he took to heart.  I also thanked him again for the mushrooms. 

The meaning of the word Shaman is one who knows. The understanding and suffering that one goes through to heal others to learn the nature of what ails them, kills many before they become Shaman. 

It is a noticeable task that my friend has completed in this leg of his journey.

Just taking drugs doesn’t make anyone a Shaman.  You have to hear the call, and I’ve watched my friend for over 10 years and it was a joy to watch.

I’m not a Shaman, I’m a Táltos and I do different things.

I’m a soul healer, and I back demons off with my presence.

I get that most people don’t do this and can’t even imagine what my life is, oh well, I still love my life.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose