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Some soothing ocean waves on a tropical beach will welcome you. Pick one of the mixes to play, put on some headphones, find a comfortable spot and let your body relax, close your eyes and drift off to a place of joy and love. Count your blessings and attract wonderful things into your life from the limitless potential of the Universe around you. Find your happiness and it will grow and grow if you let it.

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Finding Rasjohnmon's Righteous Vibes Club

There was a Bob Marley tune and some laughter on the light breeze as I pulled into the parking lot. I parked the dinged up rental car under a tree in the dirt parking lot, glad to be off the main road. The car had no air conditioning other than the 360 air of four rolled down windows but the temperature was pleasant. I took a last hit from the spliff that I had found in rental car's ash tray and turned the key to shut off the engine. Discovery of the spliff had been a nice surprise upon leaving the Thrifty Car Rental office in MoBay - even though it was Jamaica, I doubted most rental cars came so equipped.

The spliff was dropped back into the ash tray. I turned to get out of the car and nearly interrupted the night with a scream. A huge bird was zooming straight at me. I thought it was going to smack right into my head but at the last moment it pulled up and landed on the car door knocking me back with a shock and a blast of wind from its jagged wings. I had a vision of eyes being peeked out in an Alfred Hitchcock film but quickly cancelled that thought - definitely not wanting that to be the next scene.

The bird looked straight into my eyes with what was hopefully not a hungry look and then delivered another shock by screeching, "Who are you?" with what sounded like a pirate accent. It was a big greenish grey parrot of some type with an menacing looking beak. I hoped it was a vegetarian and preferred fruit and seeds to flesh. The bird screeched again, "Who are You?"

"JB" I replied trying to sound friendly and not frightened - I thought it wise not to show fear or weakness - confidence always helps keep situations under control. Hopefully he was a regular here and didn't generally harm tourists.

"Who are you?" demanded the bird again in the same nasty tone.

"JB" I said more forcefully.

"Who are you?" screeched the bird for a fourth time.

Relaxing a bit I replied this time, "Sometimes I don't know who I am. Who do you think I am?" Finally I just said firmly, "go away!" and the bird flew away leaving me wondering how potent that ashtray spliff was and a bit confused at the unusual events. Was this a bad sign? A good sign or no sign at all? Who are you was certainly a relevant question considering my current state of mind.

I think I had come here on a search for enlightenment. It was all very strange. In my head I sang "what a long strange trip it's been" - the Grateful Dead song but to a Reggae beat. I'd been playing one of the "Fire on the Mountain" CD's of Reggafied Dead tunes while I navigated the dark roads alternating from coast road to stretches of overgrown pavement deep in the inland's lush tropical foliage. All of these elements combined to create a surreal and uncertain sense of where I was and where I was going. I felt a little like a puppet moving to an unseen hand. I deliberately shook that feeling off - I was coming to realize that for better or worse I was the one behind the steering wheel. Somehow I just needed to learn how to be a better driver and navigator.

There are said to be many roads to enlightenment and I had given up looking for a map. I was just going on instinct and possibly clouded perceptions. A little herb often helped or maybe it hurt. The important insight it had provided was that reality could totally shift in moments depending on state of mind. So, if reality was not fixed and was only a matter of perception, then, all kinds of life experiences were available it would seem. The trouble was that it often felt like you were being tossed around on a sea of uncertainty with no control over what was going on.

It still seemed better than being one of the masses that were cock sure that their sense of what reality was at a given moment was all there was for anyone and everyone. Anyone that didn't see it their way was simply wrong. That was definitely not the road to enlightenment. In fact, I was totally certain that anyone who thought they had all the answers was mentally and spiritually deficient.

I had made a lot of twists and turns on his road and wasn't at all sure of where I was going but I had a lot of questions seeking answers. Jah only knew why I thought I might find some answers way off the mainstream at Rasjohnmon's Righteous Vibes Club. Any of my friends would have felt it was pretty far fetched and that I was just going to chill out and party in the tropics. Well, if that was all it turned out to be, that would be fine too. It would just be one more little side trip. I sat back to collect my thoughts and try to get centered. I could hear lightly crashing waves in the distance and the rustle of the breeze through the dense tropical foliage. It was soothing after the bird incident and the long drive from the hotel.

The car door creaked as I finally opened it sending some other unseen birds and other night creatures scattering in alarm. In the distance, I heard the opening bars of a song called "Celebrate Life". The timing was perfect. It was a favorite of mine for the music and the message. I'd been lucky enough to see the song's creator, Lucky Dube, live several times. His performances were always a joy to behold. Lucky was from South Africa and his blend of African riddums with Reggae was infectious. His message, like Bob Marley's, was one of hope and the determination to rise above despair and the hardships of life. Both of them came out of often cruel societies. The apartheid in South Africa made things even worse for Lucky than Bob growing up in Trench Town, Jamaica. In Trench Town there was poverty and violence but not the intense racial hatred and separation of South Africa.

I had never understood racial hatred. Particularly in the U.S., it was supposed to be "live and let live" - as long as you don't try to impose your ideas on others or do anything that will cause them physical harm, you should be free to do whatever you want. Apartheid in South Africa was just one notch above slavery. It consisted of a body of laws giving a white minority the right to segregate, exploit and terrorize native Africans along with any people of mixed race. That was not a great way to live a life particularly if you were one of the one's with the darker skin. For Lucky and his family and other dark skinned South Africans, they had no human or political rights when they were growing up in the 60's and 70's. Lucky was born on a small farm near the town of Ermelo which was a little over 100 miles from the capital of Johannesburg. He was raised by his grandmother and at six or seven started working in local gardens to help support his household. His grandmother eventually got him in school and it was in the school choir where he found a path to a very different reality. Everyone liked Lucky and his sweet voice and the school became his refuge.

Lucky and some friends found some instruments one day at school and began practicing with them. That led to Lucky forming The Skyway Band and even though the school eventually took the instruments away, Lucky was clear on his direction. One of his cousins had a band called The Love Brothers and, knowing how good Lucky's voice was, they were glad to have him join them. They mostly played a traditional Zulu music called Mbaqanga. The music was perfect for dancing and often blended in social commentary.

Some of Bob Marley's music found its way to Lucky and he knew he had found a kindred Spirit. The rhythm of Reggae and Bob's message and the more militant voice of Peter Tosh resonated with him. He heard the same cries for freedom and equality that he felt in his own heart. As Lucky introduced the Reggae vibe to his own performances, the Reggae tracks got particularly strong responses. He had done a few albums of mostly traditional Zulu and Africaans music but with "Think About The Children" he locked into a Reggae beat. Here was the politically tinged Reggae sound that Lucky would become famous for around the world but it drove him into exile from his homeland. His musical voice joined other rebel South African voices such as Nelson Mandela and the power of their message chipped away at the roots of Apartheid. He took that message around the world and I went to his shows whenever he was nearby.

Was there anything about that young boy growing up in a poor rural Ermelo, South Africa that would have made him or anyone in the town think that this boy named Lucky would be known and loved around the world? Would the government in Johannesburg ever have feared that a young boy with a song in his heart would help topple their government?

Lucky wrote a heroic movie for himself but choose to give it a sad ending. After rising from third world poverty to world renown and helping move South Africa from Apartheid to relative freedom, he was gunned down in a carjacking on the now liberated streets of Johannesburg. It wasn't racially motivated or payback by some former elite member of white South Africa - just random street violence resulting from the fact that he had gone from living very simply in a small village to living a prosperous life in the big city with a nice car. It was certainly a dramatic ending. What was Lucky's message? Maybe that fixing some of the politics was great but not enough. Maybe the message was that poverty is the real evil, even greater than Apartheid. As I walked toward the entrance of Rasjohnmon's Righteous Vibes Club listening to Lucky's "Celebrate Life" from the club sound system in the distance, I wondered what I was supposed to be doing to make this a better place to live.

A stone walkway lit by flaming torches on tall poles lead from the edge of the dirt clearing where the car was parked to the open entrance of the club. Lucky's voice rose above the sounds of talking, laughter and clanking of glasses and dishes. Looking around, this was a pretty good place to celebrate life for a few hours at the very least. There was an empty table by a window looking out toward the beach that looked joyously inviting. A couple of dozen people spread out between the bar and an open air deck with more tables. An unoccupied stage was at the end of the room opposite the deck. Inside it looked like a Caribbean Hard Rock Café with every nook and cranny filled with musical mementos from framed vinyl discs of various sizes, photos, posters, ticket stubs and all kinds of other colorful artifacts. The floors were a dark wood and it was easy to picture hundreds of dancing feet polishing them over the years. The swoosh of big bamboo fans turning lazily above pleasantly circulated the ocean breezes and fragrant night air.

As I relaxed back into my chair a short dark skinned girl in shorts and a bikini top came over and said, "Welcome back". That caught me by surprise and for a split second I thought back trying to remember if I had ever actually been here. I'd been to the island before but not here as far as I could remember. Maybe she had me confused with someone else but I just said, "Thanks". Then in one of those a-ha moments, I thought maybe she was actually talking about a "state of mind" - PositiVibes filling my brain.

The girl said, "You gonna have a nice cold Red Stripe?" Giving an affirmative nod, I thought that sounded perfect for the moment. The story line was going nicely now… Red Stripe, tropical beach bar and Reggae Music mixing with the sounds of happy people and ocean waves in the distance. Moments later the frosty bottle of Red Stripe arrived and I took a big thirst quenching gulp. In fact, this seemed an ideal spot to begin some intentional transforming of my personal reality. Are you ready to take control and write a more entertaining and fun adventure story for your life? I sure am.

A Life Adventure - Introduction

This is the story of a Life Adventure that is unfolding as I write these words - you are in the midst of creating your own story as you read this and new chapters are being written each day by both of us. Whether you recognize it or not, you are writing a unique story right now and this story and yours are intertwined in an elaborate tapestry of creativity. It is hard to always be clear on why we are here and it is very easy to get off course. There are no accidents... nothing actually happens by chance. You are doing it all... we are connected in the real reality and we are out here on the cutting edge of creation trying to become really good players at this game we have chosen to play.

Why are we here? For an adventure. This is a challenge. We are each powerful creators and we are actively building on all the creation that has preceded us, attempting to move it forward… attempting to add new energy and excitement, joy and fun to the collective adventure. You don't have to of course; it's generally just more fun that way. Not everyone is here to do good - some of us are here to challenge and test the rest of us - the bad guys and bully's are important to us if we are to build our strength and skill as guardians and builders and caretakers of the Universe.

So, nice to meet you - we share a great adventure, a heroic quest of vanquishing demons and becoming masters of the magic of deliberate creation. We are at the leading edge of all creation, right here, right now. Moment to moment we are creating new realities whether we choose to accept the responsibility or not. This story is about learning and discovery and hopefully has a happy ending. It's our own choice of course. Now, one important note: the voice that is constantly talking in your mind is not you - the true YOU is the observer. That voice in your head is just a bio-computer output that is constantly scanning, labeling, storing impressions, interpretations and opinions it is exposed to. IT believes it knows all about reality but its limitation is that it believes "reality" happens to it. IT generally accepts no responsibility for what's going on and even if it does "intellectually", it still can have great difficulty getting around appearances. If a doctor tells you that you have six months to live, that bio-computer "you" that you have created to control your avatar in the story you are creating has a hard time saying and BELIEVING that appearances do not have any real substance - you can reject any outcome and do something else if you can accept it and expect it to become reality.

It is a difficult situation. You have created this persona and put it at the controls. You do need it to operate in this virtual reality world we inhabit. The problem is that all of us start to believe everything it says and since the basic program we have to work with is designed to protect us from threats - it would rather hide in a cave to be safe than to boldly go where no one has gone before - we are more likely to expect the worst rather than the best and that then becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.

And so, here we are with this particular life story - not that unlike yours although the events were things I dreamed up - we may have only slightly affected each other or some of us may have been prominent characters interacting in this play.

"All the world is a stage and all the men and women are merely players" William Shakespeare

The line between Real and reality is like a heavy fog hiding the highway ahead and behind. Perception is reality... Reality is perception. It's all really just imagined which doesn't make it not real by the way. It's just not the solid, structured thing that voice in your head thinks it is. I like the concept of it being a virtual reality game with our BIG self that is inseparable from a Universal field of infinite potential observing and encouraging the local LITTLE self (also known as an ego or the I or me who each of us along with the life experiences we have created) to fulfill our own purpose. We can create whatever reality we want for ourselves day by day - if we want to - we actually do regardless of whether it seems intentional. Most people just take no responsibility for the world they create for themselves. They just react to the default drama of their life and seldom take an active role in getting involved in shaping and controlling the flow consciously - in taking charge as the director and writer of their own movie.

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