Thursday, September 30, 2021

A SEA GYPSY READS THE CLOUDS

by Ray Jason

Embracing the "Old Ways"

 

My education as an ocean sailor was an exquisite blessing. That’s because in my early days we still learned The Old Ways. Nearly a thousand years of hard-earned wisdom was generously passed along to those who wished to wander The Wide Waters.

We could read the clouds and decipher the probable weather for the next few days. We carried barometers, and knew that a rapid decline meant a churning hell of wind and waves was headed our way.

Tragically, that ability to “read the signs” was vaporized nearly overnight as electronic devices slithered aboard almost every boat. Mariners were no longer watching the Sea and the Sky for tell-tale clues. Instead, they were staring at screens.

To go to sea, you no longer had to know how to fix your position by the stars or determine your depth by the color of the water. You just needed the latest electro-gadget.

 

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Monday, August 30, 2021

TACTICS AGAINST TYRANTS

by Ray Jason


 

As many of my readers know, I have lived a very contrary to ordinary life. During one of my more exotic chapters, I spent decades as a San Francisco street juggler. It was rewarding … in so many ways.

Often, I was asked to perform at benefits. Usually, I gladly did so. One of those events is firmly etched into my memory. It was an anniversary for the University of California at San Francisco Medical Center.

Just as I was about to go onstage in front of hundreds of children and their parents, I heard an unusual loud thumping sound. As I searched for the location of the noise, I witnessed an astonishing spectacle. Before me, I beheld a tightly-packed battalion of black-robed Grim Reapers. They marched silently and slowly to the solemn throbbing of a solitary drummer boy.

They were protesting the animal testing program at the medical center. Some of them held poles aloft with stuffed kittens and puppies swinging from nooses. It was grim and disturbing. But there was no denying that it was powerful messaging.

Monday, July 19, 2021

THE HUMANITY HURRICANE

by Ray Jason

 

As a longtime ocean sailor, I abide by this simple but wise maxim: “Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst!” When the sky darkens and the sea swells, I ready my ship and myself for the possibility of “heavy weather.” By initiating basic precautions, I can greatly increase my chances of surviving even the most vicious tempest.

Besides sailing The Seven Seas, I have also spent much of the last decade voyaging on the Information Ocean. And all of that research has led me to conclude that a Category Six hurricane is rapidly bearing down on Humanity.

But this catastrophic storm is not being generated by Mother Ocean. It is being created by a tiny, ruthless, sliver of Humanity. I call these creatures The Malignant Overlords. They desire to re-shape Earth into a NEO-TECHNO-PLANTATION.

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

THE SEA GYPSY TRIBE - PAST AND FUTURE

by Ray Jason

 


It has been nearly a decade since I first started sharing my Sea Gypsy Tribe concept on the World Wide Web. My belief is that ocean-going sailboats are the best survival platform for any catastrophe that might arise. And I am convinced that small groups of like-minded, well-prepared sailors banding together are an excellent option for dealing with disasters. That conviction remains as solid as a light-house.

However, something quite significant has changed during the intervening ten years. The scenarios that deeply concerned me back then have diminished in severity. But these have been replaced by even more frightening dangers.

Monday, May 17, 2021

WONDERFUL MEMORIES FROM MY JUGGLING YEARS

 

 

I recently had an enjoyable evening reminiscing about my two decades as a street juggler in San Francisco.  The man who conducted the interview, Dan Holzman, is also an excellent juggler himself, and we crossed paths through the years.  He now does a series of historical podcasts about noteworthy jugglers from around the world.

I believe that you will find our conversation well worth your time.

Anyone who has a memory of seeing my show through the years, is welcome to email me at the address at the top of the right hand column. 

 

https://www.juggle.org/ray-jason-on-drop-everything-podcast-with-host-dan-holzman/ 

 

Friday, May 14, 2021

THE VOYAGE BEGINS

by Ray Jason

 

This is a fictional exploration of the near future.



It was the Field of Gold incident that convinced me that it was time. That was when I sailed away … probably forever.


For years, many truth-tellers had warned that there was a gigantic, half-hidden Evil steadily suffocating Humanity. Many pointed out that when the Malignant Overlords proclaimed that “You will own nothing, and be happy” this also meant that THEY would own everything … and be ecstatic. I was one of those who were shouting such warnings from the World-Wide Watchtowers.

But I was different. I could escape. This was not an accident. I had mastered the art of living aboard a self-sufficient sailboat that could flee to any of our ocean planet’s uninhabited islands. There are thousands of them. For years, I had been charting hundreds of possible options. I achieved this by gleefully using satellite images from the very same technocrats who were trying to enslave me.

Sunday, April 18, 2021

GOING FOR THE GUIDESTONES


 

 by Ray Jason

 

The realization hit me like a bolt of mental lightning. The bastards are GOING FOR THE GUIDESTONES! They are betting that their long campaign to dumb down the global population combined with their evil-eye surveillance grid, will now allow them to stomp Humanity into total submission.

These soulless predators, who I scornfully and gleefully, describe as our Malignant Overlords, are not particularly motivated by greed. They all have more than enough money. What they truly desire is POWER – the sickest variety – the type that allows them to utterly control the lives of ordinary people.

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

INOCULATION HILL

 

Ray Mid-Pacific 1990

by Ray Jason
 

Sailing alone through the night, on the deep ocean, under a big moon, is almost inconceivably sublime. A properly prepared boat, with well-trimmed sails, in a moderate breeze, is a quiet, purposeful being. The only noticeable sound is the song of the waves sliding along the hull. This serenity, this enormity, this solitude, provides the ideal haven for a wandering soul with a philosopher’s curiosity.

Although I rarely feel lonely on long passages, when I do need to conjure up a companion, my favorite shipmate is Henry David Thoreau. He is one of my life-long heroes; and my belief is that if he was alive today he too would choose the sea gypsy life as the best path to freedom and contemplation. This intuition was reinforced when I discovered a few years ago that his final words on his deathbed were, “Now comes good sailing!”

Thursday, February 4, 2021

WHAT WILL IT TAKE?

by Ray Jason

 


Wake up, Humanity! What will it take before you snap out of your trance and realize that this Wuhan Virus “pandemic” is the most malicious fraud ever devised. It is the only psychological operation that has been attempted on a global scale. Even World War I and World War II did not bludgeon the entire planet.

What will it take before you realize that when the “experts” look into the TV cameras and tell you that this is about your health, they are lying. This is about submission and domination. This is about confusing you and demoralizing you and completely breaking your spirit. How else do you explain their latest gleeful atrocity … anal swabs.

Our Malignant Overlords have been carefully monitoring our reactions to this scamdemic, and they now believe that the masses are so docile that they will accept almost any level of degradation. The lunacy of detecting a respiratory ailment with a digestive system test, is obscenely absurd. It’s like treating constipation by putting a cast on somebody’s arm.

 

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

2020 - THE YEAR OF THE FROG


 by memegenerator.net
by Ray Jason
 

It is called The Boiling Frog Syndrome. Many of you have heard of it, but for those who have not, allow me to describe it. If you drop a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will instantly jump out and save itself. But if you place a frog into a pot of lukewarm water and slowly increase the heat, the frog will remain blissfully docile … right up until the point when it becomes a … deceased frog.

This little fable is the perfect metaphor for how our controllers are slowly but relentlessly stealing our freedoms and increasing their power. Using the Wuhan Virus as their justification, they have tossed the entire global population into a massive cauldron. As the heat rises, we are warmed and stupefied until we end up dazed and helpless. Then they can easily impose their Iron Fist of Power.

Saturday, November 28, 2020

SCHWABFLUENZA

by Ray Jason

 

Klaus Schwab


      Let me state this simply and clearly: There is a disease out there ravaging our planet that is far more horrible than the Wuhan Virus.  Allow me to name it for you.  It is Schwabfluenza

      It is named after the self-appointed High Potentate, Klaus Schwab, who wishes to impose the worldview of himself, and his obscenely rich friends, on everyone but themselves. He knows what is best for us – the little people.

       Has he gained this expertise by mingling with us and experiencing our lives? No, he has discovered the need for his mastery over us, by attending conferences where the participants arrive in private jets. The organization that he founded and heads, which is called the World Economic Forum, is the driving force pushing for The Great Reset.

       This is the master plan that would totally transform the world. The elites, who are promoting it, use deceitful but benevolent sounding buzzwords to describe their vision. It will promote “sustainability” and “inclusiveness” and “equality.”

       But the true purpose of their scheme was best expressed by the great comedian and social critic George Carlin, who described it like this: “They want more for themselves and less for everyone else.” In fact, they actually want to impose a High-Tech Neo- Feudalism.

 

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

STAYING HUMAN - Chapter Two

 

by Ray Jason

 

If you have not read Chapter One, you should probably scroll down and do so.

 


      A sailor, who I greatly admired, once complimented me by saying that I was “a bridge back to the Old Ways.” He meant that although I was proficient with modern electronic navigation, I still knew the forgotten skills of coastal piloting and celestial navigation. He was also impressed by my knack of predicting approaching weather conditions, by reading the winds and the waves - just like the old timers.

       There were a few reasons for why I mastered these techniques. Out here, where my only neighbors live in the Sea and the Sky, everything is so much more elemental. My belief is, that the screens and the satellites that seem so permanent to us nowadays, are actually quite fragile and vulnerable. So, if I learned those Old Ways, I could continue my ultra-free life as an ocean strider.

       I also took the time to learn them because it seems to me that we no longer value good, old-fashioned effort. You can’t learn these skills by punching up an app. You need dedication and determination. But the resultant joy of fulfillment is excellent, and well worth that mental exertion. Finding a tiny dot of land in an eternity of ocean, using just my sextant and the Sky Dome, is a sublime pleasure.

       Redundancy was my final reason for spending all those hours with the books and the instruments. One lightning strike, and those fancy electronic navigation devices can be vaporized with a gruesome sizzle. If there was an EMP strike or a deliberate sabotage of the GPS stations, these catastrophes would not keep me from wandering the Wide Waters.

Thursday, November 5, 2020

THE DEATH OF A REPUBLIC

 

 

A FICTIONAL INTELLECTUAL EXERCISE

 

by Ray Jason


Madame Chairman:

 

On behalf of the Election Steering Table-Top Exercise committee, I commend you for taking the initiative in organizing and funding our endeavor. Your realization of how important the Event 201 gathering was in Oct 2019, in manipulating the global messaging concerning Covid-19, demonstrated extraordinary foresight. Your decision to apply similar influencing techniques to the upcoming election was brilliant.


We commenced our war game scenario on 1 April 2020 and are pleased to now share our conclusions with you. The casual name that we attached to our efforts was The Win Regardless Game Plan. Here are our recommendations arranged in simple bullet points:


Friday, October 30, 2020

STAYING HUMAN

 by Ray Jason


 

A FICTIONAL MESSAGE FROM THE NEAR FUTURE


       Is it possible that I can no longer laugh? I mean this literally. How long has it been since my last laugh? Certainly it has been years, but I cannot remember exactly how many.

       What spurred this question was the little chuckle that I just experienced. It was prompted by the irony of my situation. Here I am, profoundly alone, striving to achieve one simple goal – to remain fully HUMAN.

       In order to achieve this, I sailed to a place where no one would dare follow. My quest to survive as a free … biological ... non-augmented ... human being has taken me to Bikini Atoll. It is the remote location where they tested the hydrogen bombs – the most powerful weapons ever designed to kill humans.

       Choosing this as my refuge, is a level of irony that even the most skilled cosmic trickster would admire. In order to stay human, I am secluded where weapons were tested that could erase humanity from Planet Earth.

       Besides choosing this location for its irony, I was also attracted by its safety. Since most people believe that the lagoon is still radioactive, I gambled that I would be left alone.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

DON'T BE AFRAID!

 

by Ray Jason


 

     
Ray in the NW Passage

Now that I am deep into my “middle years,” I feel that the lessons that I share with my unknown readers are genuinely time-tested. Here are two that I believe are universal and eternal:

 

Fear enslaves us. Courage liberates us.


These are not just abstract sentiments for me. I have lived them. As recently as three years ago, I successfully crewed on a sailboat expedition across the dangerous Northwest Passage. This was achieved on a small, fiberglass boat. It involved months in the frigid waters above the Arctic Circle, where one misstep could lead to death.

A couple of decades before that, I competed in the Single-handed Transpac Race from San Francisco to Hawaii. AVENTURA and I spent 20 days in the race and another 30 days on the solo return voyage. This was before GPS, and my radio could only reach out about 10 miles. For 50 days, I had to completely rely on myself.

Rewinding my life log another couple of decades, and this time I was in the U.S. Navy in Vietnam. And my tour of duty was not aboard just any naval vessel, she was an ammunition ship.

Monday, August 31, 2020

CRUSH THE PATHOGS

by Ray Jason

      Why do we still call them “elites?” Their conduct is certainly not worthy of such a complimentary description. After all, they are hideously addicted to controlling other people. I propose that we should start referring to them as Pathogs, because their “rule the world” attitude is undeniably pathological.
       Don’t you agree that the phrase “Bill Gates, is a shameless Pathog” has a nice ring to it? Furthermore, it resembles the word Balrog, which was one of the most powerful and evil creatures in The Lord of the Rings. Quite appropriate.
       My attempt to re-brand our self-annointed overlords as Pathogs is not a whimsical lark. It is a serious effort to resurrect a valuable tool of protest – SCORN. Hopefully, you have noticed that they have radically accelerated their plans for technocratic global domination. If we do not forcefully mock them and disobey them, their horrific “New Ab-Normal” agenda will become humanity’s actual reality. And this could happen with disastrous swiftness.

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

THE GERMZILLA PSYOP

by Ray Jason

      Call me skeptical. Call me cynical. But I will still call myself … a realist. I learned to disbelieve from some genuine masters. Their counsel has survived for over a century.
      Walt Whitman’s advice was to:
 
      “Question much and obey little!”
      Mark Twain offered this enduring insight:
      “If you don’t read the newspapers you are uninformed. But if you do read the newspapers you are misinformed!”
      So when the Wuhan Virus first arrived, I paid extraordinary attention to it. An early oddity that activated my bull-dung detector, was “Event 201.” This was described as a table-top exercise on how best to react to a global pandemic.
       The timing, only a few months prior to the actual outbreak, seemed suspiciously coincidental to me. When I studied some of the video that was released from that event, I was shocked. My expectation was that a group of international health experts would be discussing the best methods for mitigating any possible fast-moving disease.
       But instead, they were all focused on controlling the “messaging” about such an outbreak. Specifically, they wanted “their people” to be in charge of the narrative. The catch-phrase that they kept repeating was “flooding the zone” with their approved information sources. They did not want any alternative viewpoints in circulation.
         The more I scrutinized this, the more I realized that these were not caring, compassionate scientists trying to determine the best way to minimize the health risks of a pandemic. No, these were cold-blooded spin doctors, seeking to utilize a pandemic for power and profit objectives.

Thursday, July 23, 2020

THE SHADOW SAILOR

by Ray Jason

      It was time to visit The Shadow Sailor. He might have answers. If not, he would at least know if I was asking the right questions.
       My five months of researching this Wuhan Virus, was taking me down dark and disturbing paths. He would know if I was sailing off the edge.
       He is a man with no country. Although he has visited many, his passport shows few stamps. He enters and departs independently - and illegally. He is a master at finding hidden coves that the authorities rarely visit. But he emphasizes that although he lives in the Shadows, they are quite bright and they provide him health, freedom, happiness and meaning.
       I found him through a serendipitous accident. Whenever there is a nice sunset here in The Archipelago of Bliss, I celebrate it with with some fresh-squeezed orange juice, a pinch of lime and a spot of rum. Then I sit on deck watching the day depart and the evening descend.

Thursday, June 18, 2020

SEEKING EQUILIBRIUM IN AN UNBALANCED WORLD

by Ray Jason

       When the frenzy and lunacy of Life pounds me too harshly, I sail off to a special place. If my little ship’s autopilot had words rather than numbers, I would be setting my course toward “simplicity” and “serenity.”
       That destination is a little cove where time may not stand still, but it definitely meanders. Everything here is natural, authentic and elemental. The three houses spaced along the shoreline were hand built by their owners. No contractors were used – instead there were brothers and uncles and friends.
       I needed to remind myself that there was a place untroubled by disease and riots. I sought equilibrium in an unbalanced world. My quest was to find peace amidst the chaos.
       And I found it. Here, in this timeless lagoon where the Jungle meets the Sea, the beautiful children still paddle by in their tiny, father-made cayucos. The women still sing hymns on the Sunday porches. The men still use simple hand tools, whose sounds echo across the water and speak the language of masculinity.

Friday, June 5, 2020

THE SEA GYPSY TRIBE - 2020 UPDATE

by Ray Jason

       For nearly a decade I have tried to convince friends and strangers that my Sea Gypsy Tribe concept is an excellent strategy for dealing with possible societal catastrophes. Unfortunately, my attempts have been mostly ignored.
       But now, with the global repercussions from the Wuhan Virus; and the riots and bedlam in the USA dominating our daily lives, it is a good time to renew my efforts. I also like the symbolic value of doing so in 2020, since 20/20 vision signifies clarity.
      One of the criticisms directed towards writers like myself, is that we point out problems, but never advance solutions. This is definitely untrue in my case. For years and years, I have written essays that offer a genuine and specific strategy for dealing with looming disasters.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

THE THREE HORSEMEN OF FEAR

 by Ray Jason


      How strange and sad our world has become. We are so transfixed by the daily cacophony of death counts and fear and idiotic tyrants, that we have failed to notice something that is truly extraordinary. We have overlooked the fact that the specific individual men who have done the most to ruin our lives have no decency … they have no shame … and they have no remorse.
       In the West, there are three individuals whose pronouncements have been extremely significant in essentially placing billions of people under global house arrest. These supposed “experts” have had their edicts accepted as though they are messages from the gods. 
      But I will demonstrate that their recommendations for dealing with the Wuhan Virus, have been grotesquely wrong. And even more amazingly, their prior track records on infectious diseases, have also been incorrect and disastrous.
       In any sane world, these so-called “deciders” would have been fired long ago. Why have they been kept around? Perhaps it is because they are reliable, senior cogs in the planetary system that is Bill Gates Amalgamated.

Thursday, May 7, 2020

PHILANTHROPIST OR MONSTER?

by Ray Jason

      Imagine that you want to rule the world. However, your desire is not motivated by the usual psychotic lust for power. Instead, you have convinced yourself that your megalomania is pure. You just want to “save the world.” You see your quest as Messianic. You believe that “the little people” are not visionary enough to comprehend what is best for them and for their planet.
       You, on the other hand, have a stunningly clear-sighted plan. The world needs to transition from a chaotic menagerie of countries and governments into a Single Global Entity. Borders should be abolished. Then leaders, who are elected by the whims of the uneducated masses, should be replaced by appointed, unaccountable “experts.”
       The sun would rise on a new world of orderliness. Unfortunately, small modifications would have to be made to the common man. They would need to surrender their freedom, their individuality and their ability to sculpt their own unique life.

Saturday, April 18, 2020

DID YOU NOT NOTICE?

by Ray Jason

      Did you not notice that they originally told us that we must practice “social distancing” and we must “shelter in place” in order to “flatten the curve?” In other words, if we stay inside, all will be well. And then suddenly, the World Health Organization claims that they also must come into our homes to make sure that family members are not spreading it to each other. And while the police are in our house, perhaps they should remove that wackyconspiracy theorist,” who is wondering whether this is just a massive psychological operation.

       Did you not understand that putting our lives and futures into the hands of these misnamed “trusted authorities” was sheer lunacy? Look at their record on this pandemic thus far. They told us it could not be spread from human to human. They told us that China had handled it admirably, and thus it would likely remain a localized problem. They told us not to worry about attending St. Patrick’s Day parades or Chinese New Years’ Festivals. And then they locked us in our homes.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

FOOLISH OR WISE?

by Ray Jason

      In the spirit of April Fools’ Day, in which one can invert reality and view the world from an upside-down perspective, let’s ask a few questions about the topic that presently dominates our hearts and minds and doorknobs.

       1) Why has every single celebrity who “allegedly” contracted the Wuhan Virus, claimed that they “feel fine?” And why have none of them become severely ill or died?
      
      2) Who benefits? Or as a Roman Caesar might say, “Cui Bono?” This is the foundational question that should be asked when trying to solve a crime or unravel a mystery. Who is most likely to gain or profit from this “invisible enemy?” Here are just a few examples:

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

THERE IS NO WUHAN OCEAN

by Ray Jason

      For nearly a decade I have been using the internet in an attempt to persuade people that an ocean-going sailboat is the best defense against an increasingly fragile and volatile world. My contention has been that small groups of like-minded cruisers could band together to create Sea Gypsy Tribes.
       These sailors would prepare their vessels to respond to any type of cataclysmic event. Regardless of whether it might be an economic collapse or a grid-down emergency or any other crisis, a well-equipped, any-ocean sailboat is the best escape pod.
       Unfortunately, my Sea Gypsy Tribe idea did not catch on as I hoped it would. But because the sea gypsy life is such a sane approach to authentic and balanced living in this often lunatic and artificial world, I believe that people should consider it as a life path. Because of the down-sizing and true self-reliance that it requires, it allows one to not just survive - but to actually FLOURISH!
       With the spread of the Wuhan Virus around the globe, the defensive capabilities of the ocean sailing lifestyle again become prominent. (Note that I do not refer to the disease as COVID-19. There are two reasons for that. First, is my contrarian inclination to never accept, without careful scrutiny, any narrative that our leaders rulers foist upon us. And second, because of the quaint old nautical tradition of naming previously undiscovered reefs after the ships that pile up onto them. So why not give Wuhan that distinction, rather than saddling the plague with a name that only Hal, the computer from 2001 Space Odyssey, might invent.)

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

THE SEA GYPSY OPTION - 2020 - PART 1 - DISAPPOINTMENT AND REJUVENATION

by Ray Jason

TODAY'S SUNRISE
      One of of the exquisite joys of the sea gypsy life is the fact that it blends together two opposing worldviews. Even though most ocean vagabonds are incurable Romantics, they are also cautious Realists.  
      Surely, sailing to the South Seas requires the care-free bravado of the dreamer, but it also demands careful expertise. Out there on the Wide Waters, far from any help, one must have many skills including seamanship, navigation and boat repair.
       I contend that this advanced level of preparedness is also extremely valuable in responding to land-based issues. For example, if the current corona-virus does become a world-wide threat, I could literally complete this sentence, go on deck, lift my anchor and within 15 minutes be in the open Caribbean Sea far from any risk of exposure.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

MY CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR GRETA

by Ray Jason

Greta,
 
      You don’t know me, but we share something in common that is very special. That something is enormous and powerful and beautiful and elemental. That something is Mother Ocean.
       I too have spent long periods of time at sea. My longest ocean passage was 30 days, sailing my little 30 foot boat from Hawaii to San Francisco. In my case, I was also doing this alone.
       So you have experienced something of extraordinary magnificence. You have glided – or on difficult days - pounded – across the Wide Waters. Very few people have ever done this. To be hundreds of miles from the nearest humans, in the gigantic vastness of the Sea, can teach a person just how tiny we are compared to the mighty eco-systems of our watery planet. And looking up at the immense dome of stars, with the clarity of deep-ocean darkness, reinforces that lesson in humility even more.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

A SEA GYPSY GIVES THANKS

by Ray Jason

      How sweet was this? Looking at the tables full of sailors eating, chatting and smiling, I realized that I was one of those rarest of individuals – someone who had found his Tribe. In a world cursed with profound loneliness that is deliberately hidden behind the charade of cyber connectivity, I was blessed with genuine community.
       These were not Facebook friends, they were face-to-face friends. We were not communicating via screens and pixels. We were interacting with our voices, our glances, our laughter.
  

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

THE HUMAN LIGHT-HOUSE



by Ray Jason

Birthday photo 2019
      What a magnificent birthday gift I received this morning. As I sat on deck with my clipboard and pen, sorting out my thoughts for this essay, the nearby jungle erupted with the unmistakable barks of howler monkeys.
       This bellowing symphony was made even more delightful by the fact that I could enjoy it despite my simple and spartan lifestyle. Had a Silicon Valley billionaire wished to experience the same primordial cacophony, not even the world’s best travel agent could guarantee it for him.
     The throaty, but almost comical, howls of the monkeys also reminded me of an important philosophical lesson. If one seeks to lead a contemplative life, it is important to peel away the fleeting, transient elements of the human drama and focus on the enduring, permanent aspects. 
      And what could be more elemental than creatures that have lived in the tree tops for who knows how many thousands of generations?

And so this inspired me to explore in this essay the most basic of issues – specifically – What is their Plan?

Monday, September 30, 2019

SAILING INTO SOLITUDE

by Ray Jason


INDIO SCHOOL BUS
       My little ship’s bow was pointed towards one of my favorite destinations. It is a tropical lagoon enclosed by the steep, lush hills of a full-climax jungle. But more importantly, I was also sailing towards a “state of mind.” This idyllic bay would provide me riches that are rarely savored in the low-grade mayhem that we call The Modern World. The treasures I was seeking were Simplicity and Solitude.
       For twelve days and nights, I would bask in a hideaway so pristine that it had never been violated by a siren or a car alarm. There were very few humans and most of my immediate neighbors were creatures who lived in the Sea and the Sky. Occasionally, a smiling local Indio paddled past in a hand-carved dugout canoe. The tranquility was so visceral, that when a boat powered by an outboard motor passed by, it was as jarring as a chain saw at a yoga retreat.

Saturday, August 31, 2019

ELDER EMANCIPATION

by Ray Jason

      It was a “chilling realization.” As my brain processed those two words, I chuckled quietly. More accurately, it might be described as a “frigid, terrifying realization.” That’s because I was in the Far North – the High Arctic - on-board a fragile, fiberglass sailing boat, trying to make it through the Northwest Passage. It took 86 days from Newfoundland to Nome, but we did persevere and prevail.
       The realization that had disturbed me was the possibility that I might not make it back. One misstep and I would slide into a watery grave. It was so cold that the Sea surrounding our boat was frequently turning from liquid into slush on its way to becoming solid ice.
       The question that I had asked was “What would happen to my essays if I did not make it back?” The stark clarity and elemental reality of the high latitudes, imposes a need for no-nonsense truth. And so, as I stood my midnight watch while the rest of the crew slept below, I answered honestly. “They would probably be dust in the wind.”
  

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