Dilapidated Section of Town

I had another one of those astral experiences of mine. I found myself at a gas station at an intersection in a town I thought I recognized. As I stood there looking across the street I became aware that I was in the astral.

I looked towards my right, down the street. That area down the street did not look very pleasing. It looked like the old run-down section of town. I could make out buildings that looked like old manufacturing plants, old factories, or old warehouses.

At first I did not want to walk through there. I didn't think it looked safe. But for some reason I had a change of mind and decided to go explore that area. I began to walk down the street. I was literally walking down a small hill. I looked towards my right and there I saw huge piles, or mounds of rubble. The piles were literally about two or three stories high. They were made up of broken concrete, rocks, and dirt. I saw a couple of silos there also, as well as one or two dump trucks.

I looked away and turned my attention back in the direction I was walking and suddenly the scene changed. The old dilapidated section of town I had seen earlier was suddenly replaced by a beautiful lush green hill. Directly ahead of me, slightly to the right, there was a dirt path that ran down hill.

I continued to walk until I was at the bottom of the hill. There I saw several people. Most of them were in groups of three to five people. They were conversing among themselves. I usually do not communicate with the denizens of the astral unless they communicate with me first. But this time I decided to communicate with them first. I wanted to know what town I was in. I saw a woman walk past me towards my right so I called out to her. "Excuse me mam," I said to her. I then heard someone answer "Yes." But it wasn't the one I had called out to. It was another woman who was more in front of me towards my left. She was an older white woman. Since she had replied I decided to ask her. "What's the name of this town?" She replied "I don't know." Then she turned away and continued on her way. This perplexed me quite a bit. I was surprised that she did not know the name of the town we were in. I guess she was an astral traveler, just like me. I decided to not ask again and instead I looked around and took in the scene.

After a few moments I came back to the physical and found myself in bed. I simply re-positioned myself and fell back asleep. I woke up in the astral again. This time I was in a place that looked like the large basement of a building. It looked like the floor of large buildings, that is below ground level. The floor was concrete and all the walls were concrete. I could also make out rectangular concrete columns. It had no windows. There was nothing that interested me here. So I decided to look for a way out. I walked slowly as I looked around, but before I found a way out I woke up again in the physical. I was back in my bed again. This time I remained awake until I got out of bed earlier this morning.

Slave Labor

Early this morning before going to work I was sitting here in my room sipping on some coffee and watching the morning news.

A black newscaster came on with a story regarding some immigrant fruit sellers that had been arrested in San Lorenzo, CA, USA. He said that an investigation into potential slave labor had been initiated. These fruit sellers had presumably been forced to sell those fruits.

I was disgusted to hear a black man use the term "slave labor," specially when used towards Latinos. WTF!

Black people have no face to refer to anyone else as slave labor. Has this black man forgotten his history? Modern history clearly shows that no one else was more enslaved than the black people.

The fact is that whereas people from all races have been enslaved at point or another, it's only the blacks who never held anyone else as slaves.

Oh yes it's true.

Native Americans indeed held white Europeans as slaves. This is well documented but white historians sweep this under the rug.

White Europeans held Native Americans as near slaves, not true slavery. Native Americans could be put intto forced labor as a form of punishment for breaking or violating certain laws..

Both Native Americans and White Europeans held Blacks as slaves. The fact that White Europeans enslaved blacks is well taught in history. But the fact that Native Americans held blacks as slaves is something that has also been swept under the rug.

But blacks never held anyone else as slaves. Blacks have no face to refer to anyone else as "slave labor." That black newscaster obviously doesn't know doodle-y-squat about history or he'd know he has no face to call anyone else "slave laborers."

Rolling Green Hills

Yesterday I rested and or slept quite a bit.

At one point I had a dream in which I found myself in a large suite of a hotel. It was here that I became aware that I was in the astral plane again. I did my customary jump to see if I floated and to my astonishment I came immediately back down. But I knew that I was in the astral so I decided to jump again and this time I threw my body parallel to the floor. I came down slowly. I did it a second time jumping much higher and again I came down gently. There was no doubt in my mind that I was in the astral.

I remembered a door I had seen earlier. It was to my right. I remembered that there were several hallways on the other side of that door and one led to the outside. So I decided to go out and explore. I walked out the door, turned right and continued through the hallway until I reached a point where it turned left and down some stairs, there I saw the door that led to the outside.

I stepped out of that building and found myself in a very beautiful town. It was daytime. The sky was blue and sunny. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and turned left. As I walked along the sidewalk I admired the beauty of this town. All around I saw rolling, lush, green hills. Lots of grass and many trees. There were also many plants along the sidewalk and in front of buildings. I walked along the sidewalk until I reached a point where it turned right. Here I looked straight ahead and saw a small hill with many trees. On top of the hill I saw a beautiful building. It had a spire like many churches do, but I do not believe this was a church. At the top of the building I could make out a neon sign, it was the name of the business, or something of that sort, but I couldn't quite make out the details.

I turned right along the sidewalk and then reached a point where it turned right again. The pathway I was walking on was sort of U-shaped, from where I started as I walked along and turned right and then turned right again. All around me I could see the buildings and the soft, lush, rolling green hills.

There were many, many people there. They were all dressed in what appeared to be their Sunday best. They were all well dressed. As I walked along the sidewalk and walked past many people I kept in mind to not communicate with any of the denizens of this astral town, unless they communicated with me first.

As I walked along the sidewalk I turned right and looked into the distance. There I saw more rolling green hills with lots of trees. In the distance I could see a group of several people walking up the hill. All around me I saw many people just going about their usual routines.

To my surprise a woman who was walking nearby in my direction said, "Excuse me sir, can you walk with me to meet this guy I'm supposed to meet, but I do not know who he is. He is supposed to be someone who works with taxes, or does taxes, or something like that."

I saw no harm in walking with her, she just wanted someone to chaperone her. At one point I was sitting down and she was standing nearby. I asked her, "What is your name?" At this moment I became aware of a man who was kneeling down, across the street. He said "Your name is..." The man and the woman seemed to be engaged in a conversation. I could make out words in English but I could also hear words spoken in a language I was unfamiliar with.

All the people in this town looked very much like normal people. But this woman was a bit strange. She had a broad forehead and a small chin. Almost a receding chin, with small thin lips. She looked a bit Asian, but not exactly. She was very much like any other person except for her strange facial features.

I asked the woman again what her name was. She appeared hesitant to tell me her name. I felt she was reluctant to tell me her name because if she did, I could call her and she would be obligated to come to me. When I saw she was reluctant to tell me her name I stood up and said, "That's it, I decided not to go." I had decided to not chaperone her. I turned back in the direction I had come from and walked away. As I was walking away I glanced back slightly to see if the woman had followed me. She had not. She was still standing where I had left her. So I continued to walk back in the direction in which I had come from. I was aware the entire time that the denizens of this town were observing me in the same way as people from a small town will observe an outsider. I wasn't bothered by this but I was aware that I was being observed.

Eventually I turned left on the pathway and walked up some stairs to my right and into a building. Inside I found myself in a narrow hallway. I walked along the hallway and had to stop because I came across a cart with trays blocking the hallway. I turned right into a door and realized that I was in the kitchen area. The usual kitchen staff were there. On a table, or counter, I saw several pots which I knew had food. A meal was going to be served. I walked out of the kitchen and as I stood near the cart with the trays I saw a man and woman who had been standing there. They were watching me. I had seen them earlier and I knew that they were observing me, but they didn't say anything to me.

At this moment I felt myself stirring again, I found myself back in bed. I was back in the physical world. I simply rolled over, fell back asleep and entered a normal dream. I didn't wake up again until my alarm sounded at three in the morning. It was time for me to get up and begin my work week again.

Cinco de Mayo

Hoorah! It's Cinco de Drinko day! And I already started!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Cinco de Mayo is celebrated more here in the States than it is in Mexico. But hey, it gives us Mexicans (and other Latinos) a reason to drink up.

But on a more serious note. I definitely want us Latinos to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. And here's the reason why.

It was on May 5th, that a rag-tag army of Mexican peasants defeated a well trained French force at the Battle of Puebla, 1862.

The French invaded Mexico and Mexico beat them back. Another reason to celebrate this victory over France is because if it weren't for Napoleon, the United States would not have acquired the southwest of the United States.

Way back then, when the thirteen colonies were itching to expand, they first looked at the Louisiana Territory, owned by France. The thirteen colonies coveted France's territory in the New World and desired to acquire it. France gave it up without so much as a single battle. Napoleon straight away signed on the dotted line and handed over the Louisiana Territory to the United States.

If Napoleon had at least fought for France's territories, the United States would not have had the ammunition to later wage war with Mexico and thereby acquire the Southwest (present day California, Arizona, Nevada, Colorado, New Mexico, and Texas).

It was Napoleon who sold out to the Anglo-Saxons. Mexico fought, France straight away signed on the dotted line.

Napoleon fucked up! If he had so much as put up a fight for his territories, the United States would not have later acquired the Southwest, and this would have been a French and Spanish Empire, and the United States would have remained as a sort of Netherlands transplanted into the New World, confined to the Mid-Atlantic and New England states.

The New World would have been French-Spanish, it was Napoleon who made it Anglo-Saxon!

CELEBRATE CINCO DE MAY! Mexico beat the French back, after the French sold out to the United States!

May Day

I was just sitting here in my room watching the news when I heard the news reporter say that the May Day marchers had left the Fruitvale District and were arriving at San Antonio Park. Immediately I heard the music and the chanting of the marchers. I rushed out to the porch to see the action.

Yep, sure enough the marchers were arriving. Now I know why I couldn't find any parking nearby when I got home.

They were a very lively crowd. I saw a young lady carrying two flags. One was the United Farm Workers' flag and the other was a flag which was both the US flag and the Mexican flag in one.

Nice, I got to have one of those!