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O'Brien, OR to Seattle, WA

Friday September 17, 2004

     10:07am  I woke up in the healing lodge. 

 I'm out here talking with Barry. Barry came over and offered me some oatmeal for breakfast. I appreciate it, brother. Everybody gets credit, thanks.

                     Barry handed me a big grapefruit.

     11:39am  Oh yeah, I've got an update to make. I woke up this morning. Barry brought me some oatmeal and stuff. I'm going to Seattle! Fawn's daughter, Lena Journeyhawk and Barry are going up to Seattle. They're coming back in three days, so I'm going with them. Man, I'm so glad that Fawn was here. I want to sit down and talk with her so bad. It's going to have to wait for three or four days.

     1:13pm  We're on our way to Seattle. With Barry and Lena.

     2:05pm  Oh yeah, time for an update. We came to Cave Junction. I came around the corner to the Taco Bell at the gas station here. I'm going to take a shit and see if I can score me some food.

     2:10pm  The greedy asses in Cave Junction. The guy told me, "No, I can't do that." I told him, "I was just testing you. You failed."

     2:20pm  I'm sitting here waiting for Barry and Lena to come out of the DMV.

     2:25pm  Martha is giving me a cigarette at this Rest Stop. I appreciate it, Martha. Everybody gets credit.

     2:37pm  We're stopping in, I don't know where the hell we are. Somewhere on I5. We're North of Eugene already. We're like less than a hundred miles from Portland. It's pouring rain outside. I'm going to stand out here and smoke a cigarette. We're on our way to Seattle.

     8:10pm  We just entered Washington.

     2:05am  We're just now entering Seattle.

                    Okay, Lena, Fawn's daughter told me some shit that kind of scared me. She told me all about the Illuminati. She told me they were some reptilian extraterrestrials. That they are from a different dimension. That they were shapelings and could look like anything/one. She told me that they are here to enslave and take over the human race. That they enslave us with their monetary hierarchy. She said they're the government. A little shaken, the first question that sprung into my mind was, "Why have I been allowed to get this far?" Lena told me because it wasn't my time.
                    About Lena, as much as her mother is Fawn Journeyhawk, renowned medicine woman, Lena is still owned by her possessions. I helped them move out of their apartment in Seattle. That was a big reason in taking me up there. We emptied her apartment into a big 5th Wheel travel trailer attached to Barry's pickup. I helped a lot. Lena, like my mother, is a packrat. In her storage, that she's been paying monthly for a while now, she has just tons of stuff. Like a broken down van and mountains of junk. I told her she should give it all away and she went, "No way. I worked hard for all this stuff." Fawn Journeyhawk's daughter is still a slave to the illusion. The evil love of matter.
                    Anyway, I didn't like Seattle one bit. The Babylon is enormously thick there. In my walking around there absolutely no one gave me the peace sign back driving in their cars. I did have a couple people actually listen to me. Oh yeah, I got hooked up nowhere in Seattle with food. Except Lena's apartment. Lena used to drive a city bus in Seattle. She knew the city very well. One day we went to this grassy knoll place where I got to tell my story to some kids and got smoked out.

                    Here's a picture of the cool totem pole at the grassy knoll.  

                    Random picture of sidewalk.  

                    Me in front of the tallest man in the world.  

                    Me at the public market.  

                    After that, I just basically stayed in the apartment. Lena had this folder she called The Red Book. It was just some stuff she had printed off the Internet that she says her having could get her killed. Like that the sites aren't up any more. She also told me about Art Bell and his radio program. Driving around with her and Barry, they always had it on. It's some radio show that discusses all this hush-hush things like stuff I'm trying to bring out.

                    In that Red Book of hers she had printed out Art Bell's guestbook, which showed me, in alphabetical order all the guests that had been on his show. A great idea came over me and I knew why I was meant to meet Lena and read through her book. All the guests had a webpage. I went through that entire lists of names and in my composition book, manually wrote down all the pertinent guest's webpages. That way, maybe years from now, after my site is finally up, when I sit down and make that master email list, I can go to those sites and grab their emails. Talk about aiming in the right places. As the mission evolves.
                    So, needless to say I didn't log my Seattle experience at all. I was hella-paranoid. Still am kind of and it's 11-28-04 and I'm typing this up at my mom's house.

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