11-04-2008
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A little less cheek
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Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Valparaiso bound
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Vodoo, Hodoo, and Ju-Ju
Take a break from all the political BS and move into the realm of spiritual mystery and fantasy. Wait a minute, that sounds like politics.
Check out my blog at MySpace.com - Ian - 60 - Male - SOUTHERN PINES, North Carolina - www.myspace.com/ianhlnd that way I can pimp my new book 
WAKE OF THE BLYTHE SPIRIT YEAR 2. . .
A NEW BEGINNING Enter the Shamin. A smaller man than I had thought, Yaqui are generally tall and lank. A wizened old man of indeterminable age, 40, 50, 100, couldn't tell. He asked to sit inside the Blythe for a few minutes alone, I showed him to the sofa, he sat on the floor, then I left as he had asked.
From outside, I could hear soft rythmic chanting then silence, a few words, and then silence, a pattern repeated for half an hour. Emerging from the dark cabin into the cockpit, he told me about the last owners, and that the name of the boat was changed from "Ju-Ya" as he pronounced it. Changed by the second owner to Blythe Spirit. Information he had no way of knowing and neither did I.
He told me there's two spirits on board, one good, one evil. The good one he said would be with me forever, the evil had to go, and so in one of his prayers he banished evil, and in another begged the good to stay and never leave. Simple carnival tricks maybe, maybe not.
The next morning, I was rearranging the forward cabin, sail bags, bags of life jackets, coils of spare standing rigging. Too many life jackets, could get rid of 15 or so of them. Sorting the vests, moldy ones for trash, good ones for possible sale, I came upon two life jackets with a stenciled name across the back: "Julia"
The old man directed the painting from the ground, too old to climb a ladder. He would point with a stick where every brush stroke was to go. For 3 hours he would wave the stick in directions only the painter knew, a silent language between them. Then he said "stop."
Making a detailed inspection, he called me over.
"your boat now has a soul." He said, "It's alive".
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