Traveling Man

I haven’t written much here recently, sorry, but I’ve been whizzing along at breakneck speed. I went to Andorra. It’s a little country in the mountains between Spain and France, and I went to San Marino, another little principality high on a hill. In a hundred and ten days I visited over two hundred towns and villages in southern Europe. Corsica is very wild and undeveloped and Sicily is very pretty, while Sardinia is where Italians go to toss their trash but it’s quite pretty in places as well.

The Europeans live a carefree life; they don’t really have al-Qaeda and Iraq on the TV night and day. No one discusses it or cares about it. Life is about food and family and love and the fiesta in the city square. It’s a very different vibe to the mass programming that goes on in English-speaking countries. Americans watch CNN and they believe what they are spoon-fed as true and the Brits watch the BBC with the same naive credulity. Europeans don’t believe in their leaders and they don’t believe in the news; they have little time for it, other things are more important. To a Frenchman, how much time off he gets is more important to him than how much money he earns.

The Spanish withdrew their troops from Iraq and they made peace with the Moslems and they relaxed their immigration laws to help Moroccans that were illegally in Spain, end of story. The Spanish are safe. Of course they pissed off the Americans and Israel and a few others, but in the end each country must drive its own destiny, not have one enforced upon them.

I see it all differently now. You can go to the station and have your head blown off or you can become emotionally neutral and uninvolved. You can elect to stay inside your spiritual values and slip between platforms 9 and 10 to end up in another world. Choosing to believe in the silly stories we are fed is choosing to align with fear and the destiny of war-like supremacists, obsessed by money, power and control. We should allow them to work out their own karma and we should not be involved.

There is a spiritual solution to the feeling of helplessness that the media likes to create for us—make everyone right even when they are wrong, and walk away. Platform 9 1/2 is very real (trust me), there are lots of them scattered around Europe, America and western Canada. I’ve now been to over five hundred towns and locations in the search of them. Some of the transdimensional anomalies (doorways) are only a few feet wide right now but they will open when needed. One is forty feet off the ground, that is very hard to understand.

I’m off to Patagonia. It’s wild and wooly down that way, so I’ve been told. I saw the Motorcycle Diaries film. It seemed very romantic. So I decided to go all the way round South America. I can’t ride a bike for toffee, I keep falling off. I’ve got one hell of a scar on my chin from my last motorcycle adventure. I didn’t realize that little square pedal low down on the right is a brake, no one mentioned it.

No. I’ll buy an ol’ banger of a car and dump it or give it away once I’ve gone all the way round. Someone told me it is 12,000 miles round South America. It seems longer looking at the map.