A Life in Mexico

Well it's sure been a long time since I did an update! It's pretty easy to write new things when you're a tourist and moving often and there is something new each day. Now I've pretty much settled into a new life here, don't have to move at the end of the month, but unfortunately of course need to return to Canada all too soon. It would be nice to stay here!

The tourists have swarmed into the city. It's jampacked with people everywhere downtown. Traffic has actually gotten crazy here. It all started at the beginning of the month, when the energy just shifted, like driving down the highway and smelling a bad smell. But luckily after a week or so things settled down into a more manageable chaos. It's actually kind of fun at times. And it's still a fantastic place to be. And I can always run down to the Mexican areas, where the gringos never dare set foot, for a break.

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Last weekend I was out with a friend sitting at the bar in a local restaurant trying out their margaritas. Another woman came and sat beside us and I started chatting with her. One thing led to another and I mentioned something about my shamanic work. She said, okay, what part of my body am I having trouble with? So I told her. She said "holy sh*t" and I said I'd give her a freebie and that she would notice a change in three days. After that she invited us to her housewarming later in the week.

On Monday I watched a bolt of light travel across hyperspace and charge her up. I thought, "that's pretty cool". On Thursday I met up with my friend at the housewarming. The host said that she'd had a great energy all week except that the original physical problem was still there. I told her that's because she was sitting behind the bar at the time and couldn't see her completely and she did have an important shamanic issue which I cleared just then. In the meantime she had told her friends all about me and so later in the evening a number of people asked about the work I do and one person booked sessions for her and her friend. Two more seemed to want to but I wait for people to ask of course.

Very difficult issues have been showing up with clients though. I'm a little concerned and am even afraid to name the problem in this blog because it is so sinister. If it is what I think it is, it would indicate deliberate actions have been taken on people when they were young with very harmful results. I also find it difficult to shift this condition with what I currently know. After encountering this situation, the work that I used to think was advanced now seems very simple. I worked with a woman on the weekend and just laughed and chatted through the whole session because it was so easy to work on someone who didn't have the difficult problem. Anyway she was so happy with the work that she recommended me to her friends.

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The Spanish work is coming along slow and steady. It's been just like learning anything that is taught in school, the information you really need isn't there. I spend a long time doing internet searches trying to find what I want to know and have to glean the true information from bits and pieces that I find in different places. I have a feeling that everyone who writes about learning Spanish has studied Spanish in school and presents it in the way that they were taught. It's as if they can only see the language in the way that they were shown it and have no idea how much information is missing. At the same time very simple concepts are overexplained. Of course, people come up with many different ways of rearranging the items inside the box. But it's still the same box, and still the same items.

But I do have days where I can pretty much get into the flow and speak a little faster. I had a great conversation with my tutor this week. And the my friend's story that I wrote about before was discussed entirely in Spanish. Then of course there are days where people take me for a newly arrived tourist because my speech is so stilted. I need a good map in my head of how to construct the language. So this is what I'm working on. At least I came up with a way to diagram irregular verbs that makes it very clear. My tutor says it took them three years to teach all that in school and I fit it on one page of a little notebook. Everything is so simple when you deviate from the stupid systems that are taught and observe the true language patterns.

Stupid systems, I guess that's a pet peeve. On the other hand discovering truth and true patterns is a passion. So it's not all bad. If everything already was there it wouldn't be as much fun to discover how things really work. My friend Reggi wrote, in the context of learning energy work, that some people are trailblazers and others prefer to wait for someone else to do it first. I guess I'm a trailblazer and have always been in some ways, both in energy work and in the field of learning.

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Social life has been active lately. After the shift last fall I've been much more social. I'm still not sure what happened. Of course part of it is not being in school all day and getting burnt out from the demanding social environment there. But my hermit days appear to be definitely over. Wheras I used to relish being alone for days at a time now I find even one night alone to sometimes be a challenge. I'm happy to have Mexican friends now, especially female ones. I did eventually find my wanton tutor from way back when and she invited me to this big dance event on the edge of town where I was the only gringo in a hall of hundreds of people. I felt like I was in a movie. We had a great fight at the end of the night too. Gotta love those feisty latinas. Interestingly I didn't see her again until a few days later when I bumped into her while with another woman. My social life these days swings between synchronicities and antisynchronicities.

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A few days ago I also finally got up the courage to write a big post on the Matrix board again, this time only indirectly about physics. Well of course after that the information jamming cranked up again. The phone went out and so did the internet. My landlady has returned to New York (where her thick Bronx accent won't stand out as much) so I'm pretty much in charge of solving problems here. I went down to Telmex and used my broken Spanish to find the elusive account record and get someone to come down here and fix it. The internet has taken a few tries. Also strange things continue to happen when I walk about town, almost approaching the bizarre, such wierd confluences of events that I can barely believe they're occurring around me. Some are even dangerous now, which is new as these wierd things never used to be dangerous. If something ever happens to me and it appears to be an accident then please believe that it wasn't.

But for the most part things are happy and I feel safe. I've been more courageous and eating street food and eating at Mexican greasy spoons. There's some fantastic food there. Here are a couple of photos:

A Friend's Story

Me: "I was just talking to a friend in the street. She says the US is making it harder for illegal immigrants to return to Mexico. She knows someone who was walking towards the Mexico border and was stopped by the US border guards. He was thrown into jail without a phone call and was treated like a dog for ten days. When he finally got home he was so shaken up he could barely talk."

Friend: "When I went to the US I went with my cousin and a few friends. We crossed the Rio Grande and then we walked for three days to get to Austin."

"How did you cross the river?"

"We took a bus up to the border then walked to a place where there was a man with a rowboat. He took us across the river five people at a time and it took about an hour. He had to make three trips."

"Were there paths to walk on?"

"Yes but the police all knew where they were so we couldn't walk on them. We had to walk a different way and keep hidden in the cactuses and bushes."

"Did you sleep in the day or the night?"

"We had to sleep in the day because it was too hot to walk. Also it was easier to hide from the police when we walked at night. There were fewer of them on duty. We had to be careful walking though because there were so many cactuses and their needles would scratch us. I got many scratches."

"Were you wearing a jacket or something?"

"A jacket and gloves."

"Where did you sleep?"

"We would find a place where there were lots of bushes to hide us and sleep there."

"What did you eat?"

"I had a backpack with tortillas and cans of tuna and cans of beans. And water too of course."

"That must have been heavy."

"Very heavy."

"Did you have someone in Austin who met you?"

"Yes there was a man with a van. We all piled into the van but we wouldn't all fit. The van was pulling a little trailer and three people laid down in the trailer. It was a very tight squeeze. He took us to a hotel room and I had a shower and a hamburger. Then I called home and let them know I was okay."

"You were lucky."

"Yes. Sometimes when a driver sees the police he drives too fast and crashes the van and people get killed. Once there was a driver who put ten people in the back of a truck. They were standing back there without seats, like cattle. The doors were so tightly closed that they couldn't breathe. They all died. Also when we were walking through the desert my friend saw a dead man whose eyes had been eaten out by wild animals."

"That wasn't the first time you went into the US."

"No. The first time they saw us walking and put us in a van and took us to the police station. They took our fingerprints then drove us across the border and we caught a bus home."

"What happens now that they have your fingerprints?"

"We can't get visas."

"You need visas to enter the US?"

"Yes. If we try to enter without a visa we get a big fine."

"In Canada if we want to enter the US they usually just ask us where we're going and how long we plan to stay. They're more interested in the stuff we have than in who's in the car."

"It's a lot like that here too. But everyone needs a visa to cross the border. And often the customs officer tells people they can't come in, without even checking anything."

"It's simply random."

"Yes."


NOTE: My friend was a teenager at the time of this story.