You are what you write. Illusion and Reality...I reside in between. Where are you?
UNDERSTAND THAT REDIRECTING CIVILIZATION is a major undertaking. You can write volumes about it and who will listen? But the energy that goes for that purpose cannot be withdrawn. You know that.|
|More about Morning Pages. What is Automatic Writing you may ask?
I unconsciously wrote this on Monday, January 13, 2020 in my Morning Pages (Week 5, Day 2) . . .
(I added the ( ) words)
"We are all in one, narrow point of NOW. By the time the pen follows, it is past and 'finished.' We (writers) are the realm of Before Now. You call future as you SEE, HEAR our (source) voice to enter NOW—constantly flushing the cycle—the energy passes, blooms and is finished before the INK TOUCHES! Think on that creative moment and the enormous volume of information possible in that Now-moment--over and over with no edges of beginning or ending. The NOW of living in 3-D Earth is a nano-second of awareness, bubbling in and out, unseen and not considered—only the input received—Flash! It is past-on to be recorded, already part of the history of your unending "Time."
PSIONIC= practical use of psychic powers: Automatic Writing.
What is Automatic Writing?
Automatic writing is quite a calming practice that literally and metaphorically opens your mind!
Automatic writing is the practice of writing words in a trance-like state that originate from a place outside of conscious awareness. Psychologists and spiritualists have varying beliefs about the origin of automatic writing, with some arguing that it is sourced from the unconscious mind, and others claiming that it originates from supernatural forces such as spirit guides and angels.
Angels, huh? Well, I don't know about that. What I did was read Julia Cameron's book, The Artist's Way, that introduces the idea of writing at least three pages every morning. Julia says:
"It is my experience both as an artist and as a teacher that when we move out on faith into the act of creation, the universe is able to advance. It is a little like opening the gate at the top of a field irrigation system. Once we remove the blocks, the flow moves in."[Cameron, Julia. The Artist's Way--Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.]
She outlines a twelve week program where you do the apparently pointless process called the morning pages. You do the pages daily through all the weeks of the course and, as it turned out I've never stopped. Now completing my sixteenth week and almost filled five notebooks. Plus an unbelievable amount of new material for two separate novels! That part is still on-going every morning.
There's not a right way to do it. But the learning to shut down your personal, built in censor and judge, is probably the hardest lesson. I define it as my self confronting, or being confronted by, my SELF—that's the big YOU or for some it's called the soul, if you want to be spiritual. (Julia's book calls it God, but includes no obligation to do so.) I go with: myself has to listen to and speak to my SELF. Also, I have a guide, and that part I cannot explain except he's always there and often lectures or even rants. His name for me is "FoolBe." There is a distinct difference between my voice and my guide 'Sean.' Even the handwriting looks different sometimes. I can't question that part of this process. If I do, it doesn't work.
Now 'they' have to listen to me as well. I have complaints, bitches, rants about everything. It's personal and no one else will ever read it, but expressing all that carried-around s**t is very cleansing. I like the image of opening the irrigation gate to let the water flow. No judgement, no comment, it's just there. Write now, read much later, if ever.
In my morning pages from Week 5, Day 7, I wrote:
"The Old Ones cannot argue their blind proof less story of the oldest word printed in many translations to move the readers to their belief's point of view—The truth of false words, tied like woven glue and iron bands to their father's father, and mother's blind devotion to a sweet, loving statue. The image dominates in giant, benevolently-carved stone to impress. The image of God—male, with a beard, fearsome eyes seeing all the sins—bow down to what? Pictures? Robes of humility? Raiment of golden glory, backed by songs of pure love and blessed devotion? All created out of impressed, designed education to believe that each is correct and more right."
(This rant goes on for 2 more pages.)
Then I wrote:
"The Silent Ones, waiting for the old leaders to perish to dust—can you see the possibilities? The babies grow up with new ideas—fear them? Or embrace the innocent with love and acceptance. The God of ALL sees ALL and you say, "shakes his head."
Does "He" have a head like you? Your IMAGE of God is you? — No — No — Not possible! The failure of human beings to see beyond self is your doomed belief. There are more plants on Earth than humans. Perhaps God is a mighty tree with roots deep in the Earth, and like you, drinks the rain from the sky and embraces the warmth of the sun. Perhaps our Earth belongs to the Insects, the number infinitely more that all the rest together. What is their God if not a giant spider casting a web to snare the non-believers. Or the hot lava flowing from the volcanoes could be the touch of God reaching for the sky. You are all blind to the greatness that surrounds you.
The final words of your monkish man is a question, not an answer. He cannot give an answer. The conflict of ideas will continue, they resolve nothing except a tiny spark of awareness that blooms in the minds of a few. Season that, trusty one who rarely listens and say, I love you. BYE . . ."
So, shocking or amazing? I wrote all that and at the time could not recall anything I had written. Go figure . . .
|The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity.
I came across this book, a few weeks ago. It’s the 25th anniversary edition. I know she’s touched many hundreds of people, some are writers. She calls it a support kit for artists. It has a central premise—we are all creative—and with the use of a few simple tools, we can all become more creative.
SO . . .Using her 12 week outline, I set it up for myself as a workshop that requires I get up at 4am EVERY MORNING, to write 3 pages.
Now this is not writing stories or your next chapter, it’s self confronting SELF and the writing is open and free. You have to read about how to do that (or confront the moment you can not.) Then there is what she calls Time Travel, which is recalling stuff from childhood, school, college, military, and on into your whole life, I guess. I’ve remember stuff from when I was maybe 2 years old. And I will write about some of those moments/episodes. But the writing . . . every morning I’ve done it, finishing the third week on Saturday.
Years ago, I did morning writing that was like channeling. And this began to feel very similar. You can’t judge, direct, guess to make it logical. You write what flows into your hand with the least amount of that other part of your mind getting in the way. Hard to explain, but with practice the door opens and stuff flows onto the paper.
When I finish, I cannot remember anything. It’s like how dreams quickly fade. I’m not allowed to re-read anything for about eight weeks or longer. I only did 6 days the first week and wrote 18 pages. The second week I wrote 22 pages, and this week with two days to go, already wrote 20 pages as of this morning. From what I’ve read of the reviews of writers, they say it changed their life and some have been doing Morning Writing for years as a discipline and mind clearing. I think it’s like meditation but more active. In meditation you mind goes all over the place and reducing all that chatter is very difficult for most folks.
What’s happened is that it’s put me into a different state of mind. I’ve assembled Willow into one book file. And have began the formatting and line by line edit that has to happen. This means that all the WDC codes are gone and I’m back into the hated Microsoft formatting and clearing of all extra codes. Which means very soon I’ll be taking the Willow copy off WYRM forum and my portfolio. I’ve started a new Short Stories Folder that re-worked stuff is going up as I work through it. So that’s where I am on this second day of the 20’s. And that’s my artist’s way.
|THE BIGGEST COMPUTING MILESTONE!
I had to write about this because so few mainstream media outlets have failed to cover this story, which is the biggest computing milestone in the history of humanity, with game-changing implications for the future of the human race. Now that’s a big statement, but worth considering. I mostly write speculative science fiction and this is right up there nudging at everyone’s belief horizon, including my own.
Google has claimed to have developed technology called “Quantum Supremacy,” which means the end of encryption security for cryptocurrency, military, finance and personal communications. If true, that’s HUGE!
What bothers publishers the most is that this would make cryptocurrency obsolete. That’s a very scary implication. If you research the quantum tech, the possibility is very real that quantum computing makes classical cryptography obsolete for mathematical reasons.
I can’t explain it more than—even if Bitcoin doubled the number of bits used in its encryption algorithms to 512, quantum computers simply need to increase their qubits to 512 to be able to break all the Bitcoin encryption in about the same amount of time the encryption required (which is almost no time at all).
And note that IBM, Google, Microsoft, Nokia, D-Wave, Alibaba and others are relentlessly pursuing quantum computing breakthroughs. Consider a Ten to the power of 8 (i.e. 10^8) is of course 100 million times faster than a classical computational core such as the one powering your computer. And this was over 3 years before the “quantum supremacy” announcement by Google a few days ago.
The explanation of this really touches upon science fiction speculation. They say, “Quantum computers use the mathematics inherent in the fabric of the cosmos to “solve” problems without having to compute the solutions. You might say there really isn’t any “computation” taking place, but rather a diverting of the encryption problem to the fabric of the cosmos which does the computing for you. You could even call it a “computational wormhole” or “stargate” that seems to cheat the laws of reality.”
So the question has been proposed------
What happens when you combine AI with quantum computing?
Whatever nation or corporation that develops 1024-bit quantum computing first will rule the world and become more powerful than anyone can currently imagine.
You create an omniscient God-like computational intellect that would know everything (in human civilization, anyway) and could control everything. Hence the concerns about Google being involved in all this research.
(Do we trust Google?} I leave that to your experience and research. We can only hope that this quantum technology is smarter than any social media attempt at supremacy. You will find enormous piles of material on the Internet.
(Natural News and NewsWars have spearheaded the reporting on the implications of Google’s “quantum supremacy” announcement.)
I also suggest research into the “Quantum Financial System” that is currently running parallel with the banking systems and will soon replace them. A number of financial officers have already been arrested for attempting to steal funds. The QFS sees all.
Welcome to the world of the future . . . >>>iggy
|This happened yesterday morning and it was too good to not write about it in nonfiction detail.
The Death of an Old Tree
Beside the road and gate, our estate has natural jungle across the front and down the east side of the property all the way to the lagoon. On the west side, from the lagoon back up to the gate is a fence with a mass of palms and greenery masking the house from the neighbor's undeveloped property, a similar plot running from highway to the lagoon.
Several weeks ago, the neighbor, Mr.Tom's worker-gardener took his machete and chopped a lot of bushes and small trees down on Mr.Tom's side of the our fence. The fence looked a little more open. Our side has many plants, but doesn't cover 100%.
Then on Friday, September 6, (With some instruction, I'm sure.) Mr. Tom's gardener took a burning torch and proceeded to set alight all the now dried foliage that he had chopped. He went from our gate corner all the way to the lagoon, setting all the dry material on fire. And his job was done . . . What could go wrong?
I came outside for the dogs and discovered fire burning just outside our fence. It was burning in both directions. I had a moment of panic and then ran for the hose. The water valve had to be turned on. Then the hose had to be uncoiled and stretched out to reach before I could water and spray our trees, vines and bushes. The stupid hose kinked more than once and had to be re positioned. I discovered two places where dry grass and leaves were burning on our side of the fence. Being Belizean, Mr. Tom's gardner was surprised and whacked at the flames with a rake. I soaked everything with the hose. The next day I ran the sprinkler, moving every twenty minutes to cover the entire length of our wilting fence line. I did more watering on Sunday. I noticed that some logs were still smoking over in the neighbor's dead, mostly dry or burned lowish ditch.
By Tuesday I found the damage from the fire heat had scorched a number of branches on our 8'-10' high palms and all the vines were turning brown and some of the small leafy trees were wilting. The fence was looking more bare and exposed.
Now at this point, early in the morning--- I saw some small open flames at the base of the biggest, highest tree that is right across the fence from our kitchen windows. This old tree reaches 30' to 40' with a healthy crown of leaves, the highest in our area. The new tall growth springs from a thick ancient trunk that has a dead branchless stump that reaches about 20' to 25' up to a thick broken top that leans slightly toward our house. Wow, I thought, that old wood must be still smoldering like a campfire that wasn't put out properly. I'll burn its self out.
On Wednesday I didn't see any more flames and just a tiny trace of smoke. Our fence line looked worse. Oh, also I must add that on the burning day, the fire did wrap around the front corner of our property and burned behind the power pole and trash-container enclosure. I had quickly extinguished those flames with my trusty water hose. It could have been worse.
NOW---on Thursday morning (today) about 5:30AM, it was barely daylight and I saw much larger flames at the base of the big old tree and showing up on both sides of the base and much more smoke. On a closer examination, I determined that the inside of the ancient trunk was fully engaged with fire. The flames were 12" to 20". This was serious. That monster tree could come crashing down taking out the fence and reach onto the roof over our kitchen!
Fully prepared with a cane to fend off Mr. Tom's biting dogs, I marched down to their house, called out "Hello the house. Hello." They were home, the dogs barked, and Mrs. Tom forced the shrill animals to stay in the house. She came out to see what I wanted. I explained that the big old tree was seriously burning and since it leaned toward our house they were officially notified that the tree must be brought down immediately and directed into their property. Mrs. Tom was slightly dubious, but understanding and agreed that they would check it. Mr. Tom stood silent in the doorway and never spoke. I emphasized that this had to be taken care of immediately. It was 8 AM.
Here's what happened . . .
Maybe 15 minutes later, Tom's car drove down (it's about a city block) and observed the burning tree trunk for a few minutes, and then left.
Twenty minutes later, Tom drove back (I don't think he's up to walking much). He got out of the car and approached the tree with a fire extinguisher. He sprayed the tree with the contents in a great white cloud that lasted maybe two minutes. He drove back to his house.
Then Tom and wife actually walked back to look more seriously at the burning tree, which proceeded to produce more smoke and some flames appeared at least seven or eight feet up in the trunk. Old tree was not going to give up that easily. I think it was quite stimulated by the fire extinguisher.
At 9AM Tom returned, with their worker. He sent the young man to the lagoon with a bucket. (That's about a half-block walk) One bucket of water was carried back and dumped on the fire. The steam lasted about 30 seconds. Smoke came out of the trunk about 8' up and heat waves were visible. Old tree was not happy.
A second worker arrived and now two men are carrying buckets of water to throw on the burning tree. After maybe three round trips with buckets, the two added a tub of water to carry between them. The tub is awkward at best when carrying a full bucket in the other hand. That's a lasting image.
About 9:30AM a big truck arrived with a crew of workers and perhaps a supervisor-leader who actually knew what they should be doing. His slick, shaved skull made him look impressive as he waved and gestured his instructions. I must say that Mr. Tom responded with amazing speed, not often seen in our rural Belize. Of course these responders would not come cheap, so what goes around, comes back to bite you.
A weighted rope is thrown up high until they catch one of the strong new branches. I notice that all the crown leaves have turned brown. The heat is shriveling them. A man with a chain saw begins to cut the heavy root tops far out from the tree base. Another man chops with a machette at smaller roots and the outside of the trunk.The workers continue with their bucket-tub routine. Tom drives up to observe and stands, leaning against his car.
The rope is anchored to a pulley far out and then the rope is stretched to the back of the truck. Maybe they have a winch, it's hard to see. Chain saw cutting continues and more water is thrown on the steaming trunk. Another man dumps water far out on the roots. I guess to soften their grip on the earth.
By 10:40AM, after eight or ten attempts, a second weighted rope is thrown to join the first. The chain saw now cuts into the trunk especially on the old wood side. The buckets and tub are retired. The supervisor yells and the final chain saw cuts deep with a great whining noise .
At 10:55AM the great old tree gives up maybe one hundred years of life and comes crashing down exposing a blackened hollow root circle. The living branches crack and tear into the dirt of the shallow ditch. It falls parallel to the fence, well into Tom's land.
There are cheers from the men. I go to the fence to take photos and yell, "Good job, guys!" They grin and wave.
The saws cut some of the corpse apart and then the men load up and everyone leaves. So much activity and then with one, seconds-long, wrenching groan-- it stops. With proper pruning the roots could have produced another beautiful tree, but no longer. Nothing is left except the piled debris that resembles a very destructive war zone.
Our fence line will recover with lots of water and some loving care. The view from the kitchen window is changed forever.
Like the old tree, this story is finished.
Thursday, September 12, 2019
|I have a meme as the front cover on my big computer that says: "THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO CHANGE." Day to day conspiracies are proven or exposed as true and absolute facts turn out to be intentional and manipulated lies. So in our wonderful, protected world of writing.com, a little conflicted confusion about reviewing is welcome and satisfying to receive some focus.
Now my experience is mostly limited to being a member of the long-lived writing group of WYRM. I came into the group as a published novelist, but soon learned that I had a great deal to learn about writing a novel. See, there's different levels of being a Newbie, which is true within all of the writing.com world. Just like that distracting real world we actually live in—there is a different story for/about every single individual.
My education began and continues to this day from the in-depth reviews I receive from group members. I learned early-on that it takes a long time. Reviewing a novel means, on average, an in-depth review of one chapter every week for twelve or twenty or forty-some weeks. You learn a lot about the author and how they write. And if a writer reviews your novel, they are no longer a stranger. There were all the elements of story presentation and character development that I had never considered before. There were new structual and technical rules about writing fiction I had never learned about before.
I guess, the point I'm making here is that if you (the novelist) don't open yourself up to receiving in-depth reviews within this community of writers, you'll never really know if what you've done has merit or potential. The other side of the same relationship is that novelists should review other writer's novels. Learning, understanding, imagination and artistic skill is a two-way street. Sometimes awareness is a painful assimilation, but with friends it's easier.
There is value in the two-sentence review that says, "I loved your poem." It serves as a confirmation by a reader and is an encouragement to write more. But the writer is still on their own. And the same goes for short stories.
For a solution to the delima of short acknowledgement/encouragement type of reviews and the detailed, often lengthy in-depth reviews, one has to cross a wide river. I could see a separation, especially for novelists and serious short story writers. What if the in-depth reviewers are listed and catagorized separately?
How such a thing would work? I have no idea. A box to check that directs the static submission as being eligible or agreeable for an in-depth review? WDC has detailed menus for layers of choices. Some discussion is necessary for something like that. There is that huge gap between 150 words and over 1,000 words.
Another idea is the Reviewer Ratings. IF they were done by the number of original words in the review (not counting any copy-paste). That might have an earth-shattering effect. More discussion necessary. Still, I believe the review types should be simply separated.
I've done some reviewing outside of WYRM and a number of those books did get published. Each one I spent close to a year reviewing their chapters, and learning all the time about my own writing. Inside WYRM I've lost count of how many books and stories I've reviewed. I've loved every minute of the process. So now I'm rambing and will stop now.
Best to all,
|Back to the merging of today's real scientific development with my speculative Sci-Fi novel drafted in the 90's.
Did you know...
Scientists Successfully Made Sheep-Human Hybrids in 2018
Scientists at the University of California have been able, in laboratory conditions, to cultivate a hybrid of human and sheep, just one year after the news came to the public that a hybrid of man and pig was created. According to the British Guardian, human cells are inserted into the sheep's embryo, with the goal of allowing organisms and tissues in animals to be used for transplantation in the future.—If human cells reach the brain of the animal, and its intelligence begins to change, we should not continue this experiment.
(however, it is almost certain that in some hidden lab a Chimera will be allowed to develop full term—and what will it be? And like in my novel, what will happen if the embryo is human and allowed to use some of the animal's hybrid DNA. How much smarter and skilled will it be?)
(From Willow Tears: Billy watches a memcube recording that explains the process...)
"I'm sorry I'm so long getting to the point, Billy, but I felt you must have some of the background first. These men were desperate, so they changed their direction slightly, still with surrogate females, but no longer human. Many years ago there had been isolated experiments where an animal such as a pig or cow gave birth to a monkey or a dog that had been implanted. So they took the idea and went to work to develop, by genetic manipulation, an animal super-womb. White rats proved to be the only animals that responded successfully."
The pictures began again; larger and larger versions of the animals, resembling a hog in bulk, but intelligent-looking, with bright eyes and rather dangerous teeth.
"Succeeding generations produced a stable breed perfectly suited to carrying a human-sized embryo. The children are born naturally and then cared for and suckled by their surrogate animal mother for the first eighteen to twenty-four months. The animal milk seems to pass on to the child certain hybrid DNA immunities, nutrients and traits necessary for survival. These animals are evidently very protective of the newborns. This is the secret of the children—and is the primary function of Level-10."
----CHAPTER 6 - REVELATIONS
There's more about this creation of the Newborns and their maturing in the book. In our real world there is also experimentation with DNA editing—as in China with their CRISPR gene edited babies already born. And the very dangerous nano technology showing up in untested uses that we handle or consume every day.
You see, it's necessary to move very carefully through this not-so-speculative world of today.
Best to all,
As you can see, it's not about your health, it's about MONEY and POWER.
Sell the shots, make you sick, sell more drugs, make you stupid.
|Here's an interesting post and a question that I came across this morning:
//////////: I CAN SAY THIS THAT THERE WAS A SECURITY BREACH. THERE WAS A LOT PEOPLE WHO WAS GIVEN MISINFO. TODAY THERE IS HIGH LEVEL MEETINGS TAKING PLACE MILITARY LEADERS ARE HAVING MEETINGS. ALPHA-TANGO TEAMS ARE STANDING WAITING FOR A GREEN LIGHT. THE HIGH LEVEL MEETINGS WITH HIGH GOVT. OFFICIALS ARE GATHERING FOR THE FULL CHANGE OVER OF THE REPUBLIC AND THE GCR. I AM NOT ALLOW TO TELL U MORE ABOUT THAT.WHEN THE JUNE 9 SEASON IS OVER THEN ALL THIS WILL BE COME CLEAR
Q: -- could the recovery of the Ft Knox stolen Gold be causing delays with the RV and TRN - Cotrell refunding - do you have any info on the recovery?
And the answer:
//////////: THE GOLD THAT WAS TAKEN OUT OF FT. KNOX BEFORE 1977 WAS TAKEN TO NY. AND RUSSIA BOUGHT MOST OF IT 80% IT WAS SHIPPED TO THEM. ---OUT
So... there has been so much speculation about the gold in the treasury. Is it real? Some stories and rumors circulate that most of it is gold-plated lead bars. There has been so much not said, not inspected or analyzed. The requirement for new gold-backed currency is rushing down on the world. The positive, official statements are far and few between. What's left...Hope?
Just add this to that little itch of unanswered questions in the back of your mind.
|So what's four or five months. Let's call that "Total Distractions"—
IS THAT POETRY?
There is a right and there is a wrong,
And there is a different way of doing almost everything.
Escape it not. Be wary of trying not.
Be scheme yourself into a new vale of intent…
Words come in exquisite waterfalls of unstoppable cadences,
Pushing everything out of its way, your way, our way.
Not since the evolution of new words, new language, does the preparation of poetry have any lasting effect. It’s an outlandish scheme, but one that has color, striking images and little emotional zingers…if you let it flow without impedance.
Understand?…then do it!
|These days are the last tiny burps of 2018... What do we face next year, crashing down on us at hyper speed? I included a quote from one of my poems...
Paired off like sparring hens,
In a strawless nest,
The egg broken at first thrust,
Leaving yoke to mix with dirt,
Dirt-life drains under mindless feet,
Knowledge of its passing,
A mystery pondered by others,
Faraway on a mountain top,
Tiny figures at the opposite end of the telescope,
Twisting for focus,
Bent in concentration,
They never considered the force of tiny minds,
Full of hate-fear-doubt,
The disbelief of their downfall,
Courses into every heart,
With stinging frayed petulance (evil).
(From The Past of Vision)
...So do you think it fits our world at this moment? I didn't mean for the blog to be so gloomy, but over the past two days, listening to the party and dinner conversations of expatriates in Belize, I kind of felt this way this morning.
|LIVING IN BELIZE
Here's the world I live in Belize, Central America: This is partly a 3rd world country. We come into a clash of culture when the big guys like Amex say you cannot have a post office box or forwarding address for your Home Address. Now in this beautiful, tropical piece of the Caribbean, we can have wonderful, expensive houses, but there is NO MAIL DELIVERY. We have post office boxes to receive mail. Or go to the local FEDEX or similar service for very expensive packages and deal with customs declarations and inspection fees, etc.
To correct a situation you call the big guy and get a talking computer, "Please enter your ###number and your dog's name and the 3-digit number...you get the idea. "I'm sorry, I did not understand that statement. Please say again or press # to..." It takes a long time to reach a real living person who has you repeat all that information again before they can hear your simple problem that is not on the 'Press a # List.'
After hearing the simple problem you are told to "Please hold." The same elevator music lulls your mind while your phone minutes evaporate. When the nice lady comes back, everything is repeated again to confirm. The boiler-plate thank you is a relief because the call is finally ending. I know many people have this same experience, yes?
Fact: I have never found a real bookstore in Belize. I don't think anyone reads novels. I noticed that school books usually come in big containers from a generous church group in Canada or the US. There are some libraries, but the fiction sections are sparse. The most books are used book racks in a restaurant frequented by Gringos with English, French and German paperbacks. Or like our Marina office has a shelf of traded books. The English speakers are always trading books. I have a full set of Game of Thrones---very popular!
Another oddness is television. We have a Canadian service. So it's like living in Toronto or from the US it's Buffalo or Detroit. The most I hear of local news is people talking about what they've seen on Face Book. The newspapers are filled with stories from the police reports and the Courts. Murder, rape, robberies, car crashes. Each political party has a pro-newspaper. The government is like all governments...enough said.
The banks seem to write almost everything by hand. The lines are long and slow. There is a 23+ day hold on an out-of-country check.
Gasoline is about $11+ dollars a gallon. I'm not complaining, that's just how it is here. Some expatriates get crazy with all the different rules...so they leave. Going across to Mexico is as close to the big civilization/culture that I want to be. Walmart is scary.
The temperature averages around 80+ degrees. The wind off the ocean is heaven, because it means no bugs. The yard is filled with orchids and all kinds of blooming trees. Outside the fences it's sort of jungle. The lagoon is about 50 yards from the house. There is a two-day a week housekeeper who cleans all the floors and windows & kitchen and baths, etc. The gardener works four days a week. It's not my house, I just take care of it with my partner and the owner, an international midwife is off catching babies and teaching classes in other countries or other parts of Belize. Oh, there is a swimming pool that we take care of as well.
We have a 45' sailboat (the yacht), which is in dry dock having hull refinished. That's in a commercial marina in Belize City. It's a bit of a money-drain but lovey to sail. Our friends are from all around the world and that part is a great experience. I'd say, not bad for a poorish old person!
I'm finishing my third novel with the help of WYRM Group. And being able to do that while living in Central America is the wonder of the Internet.
Best to all..., >>>iggy