Last night, the terror of our noisy neighbors came back. Stupid Mexican music until 4 a.m. We woke up at 10, angry. Mom invited Angel to smoke some weed, since before the party, last night, Ray came over and helped us with some weed to help mom make it through the week. I wanna get back to work on scripts. I also need to focus on getting an agent in Hollywood to sell my stuff.

So I a lot of stuff going on... Let's analyze:

1. Mom's interdiction. 
1. Dad's birth certificate
2. Mom's declaration with police
2. My ayahuasca practice - this is actually the key to our new world order.
3. My tarot
4. My books and screenplays
5. A store?
6. Mom and I going to USA - Embassy
7. Nanda's school
8. Going to USA to do my SS shit

So, this is my plan.. my grand opus. But is it?

Writers write. I am not entirely certain why I haven't been able to work on the myriad of projects that I have cooking, but somehow, I found my old blog again, and it gives me at least a little comfort being able to work my thoughts here, as a kind of memory-lane. 

My principal concern is the huge lawsuit which mom caused by selling her house to our neighbor for a fraction of the cost. I have been obliged to declare her incompetent legally, and that is a huge thing, because it puts me in a position to be her legal guardian, and I and the law have a very fractured relationship for a number of years, ever since I tried to hang myself from the CNN building in Sunset Blvd. back in 2001. Of course, I am a lot calmer now, but I just don't know how to handle so much legal stuff, and I count primarily on the help of my family, my aunt QK and my uncle Pin. It's kinda weird.

I am living in Iztapalapa. I rent an apartment for 4000 pesos (around 200 dollars) a month. My nephew lives with me to help me with his grandma (mom) and go to school. He's ok but very hermetic. I see little of him, and he spends most of his time in his room, playing on his computer. Mom is ok but after the last crisis (when I was in Oregon), she is not the same. She lost something. It's like she's not the same person, nor will she ever be. 

Money is always tight, and I haven't been working very much. A client here and there, but nothing firm. I have my show with Adrenalina Radio once a week to keep me sane, on the road of having an occupation, but there is no money there, just work. 

The here and now. How it's changed over the years! Valle de Bravo is now under my sister's care, and she has 4 dogs and very little interest in cleaning up the house to my standards. 

Writing helps. Like Nabrovok, Poe or Lovecraft, it does nothing to better my life economically, but it does a great deal to exorcise my own demons. 

Well... Here we go. I found this blog and I am still active. Cool. Talk later.

So, here I am again, trying to figure out what's going on. It occurs to me that this place is perfect for a kind of "project control" over the years. There's lots going on... 

• Trying to round up an Ayahuasca Ceremony for the blood moon at the volcanoes. I am not being very successful, as I have only one person willing to desposit the 50 dollars necessary for me to actually get the medicine.
• I am going to do another kickstarter project with Johnston Blackhorse. This time, I am going to let him lead the video and stuff. 
• I wanna do a fundadora project for financing Popocatepetl as a indie-film.
• Obviously, getting back the house for sis and her kids is priority no. 1, but it actually depends on stuff I am not really in charge of, such as cleaning it. Uff.
• Various writing projects continue: the SIMS series, Kukumbali, Pedo and others.

I'll think of more stuff as it comes. For the moment, Adrenalina, Wallace and the Witches, and of course, going to San Pedro in February to see Sasha and Dad. 

Good things are coming this year.. I can feel it.

Restarting this old thing... wow

Hi world, I'm picking up where I left off. Not sure why, but what I wanted was to type, and now I am doing it. Years have passed, and I have focused more on writing for El Nativo, and Facebook and my stories, and somehow, my own personal trip is left behind.

I am not certain that I want to report all that has happened. Although, in retrospective, looking a at this blog hs been helpful to me. It's like looking at segments of time and where my mind was. So, I realize when I write what I was thinking, I allow myself to introspect more deeply on the root cuases of my thoughts, and that helps to narrow my thinking to a far more logical ... congruent reality.

It's all magic. Feelings become thoughts. Thoughts become reality. And suddenly, we find ourselves watching the caravan that I predicted (invoked?) decades ago. But the result is not what it should be, open borders and brotherhood of man. Instead, stone-throwing and bullshit on all sides.

It's like my dreams of wold conquest were ralied by Trump and company and I was left behind to watch, as some kind of prophet of doom, how these things become real.

Perhaps they were alwasy just visions of stuff that is going to happen with or without me. I always saw myself in the middle of the action becuase... they were my visions, but I am not in the middle of the action. I watch the action on tv.

DId I miss out?If I did it probably happened back on 2012.

A trully mystical experience that never was. The psychadelic end of time that didn't happen.

This is what worries me most..

Just reset my computer and lost all my bookmarks.

Waking up to the fact that I lost my bookmarks. Shitty. Very shitty. Oh, well, life goes on, and so does this blog.

I have many unfinished writing projects, but the problem I have is that folks don't read any more. So what to do?

Money is still the name of the game

My old man falls asleep various times during the day. It's a profound sleep that lasts only a few minutes, but sometimes half hour or more. He is still out there, in Hollywood, trying to make his next million dollars. He made it twice before, and now, at 73 years of age, he feels he can do it once more. Twice made a million dollars, twice lost it.  His apartment is a mess of guitars, books, magazines, and gizmos. He is buried in his own wealth. A weird experience to pass with him, because he is intelligent enough to see the dilemma but unwilling to cede it to loosing his property. Too many things and too small a space. And those things are all "essential" to him. His materialistic armor, defending him from poverty?

And me? Am I a pack rat? Probably. I like my things, and I like to keep them even when it's not practical. All I really need is ash and cow shit to be happy?

Cow shit.

Bull shit.

It's what makes most sense in all the world. Mushrooms grow on it, and you can burn it, and you can use it to plant fun things like marihuana and salvia and ayahuasca.

I should be writting some "pontificados", but what do I have to say really?