so the intrepid in the glow . assemble at the small terminal ready to go . memories of countless womens names and their respective landfalls as storms flashing accross their faces …the unenlightened might see them as victims of catatonic states lined up out side a Psychrinks clearing room…the twitch of an eeeyebrow ,a set wave …the clench of a jaw ,a g-force turn…the sudden smoothing of the furrowed fore head ,an articulated trim…they are the team of dreamers setting out for anaquatic expansion session at a heretofore un disclosed location…the previous years have hammered these willing victims into a single interpretive and teachig organ capable of nursing forward the once stagnant growth of the primary planetary interepretive activity…wave riding…the concept of the planet as an organism is as old as time yet the age of science as a paternal controling study stifled the maternal aboriginal dream time communion…the small jet slide into landing catches the spark of dawn on it’s antenna …the sensitive of the group visualizes the old trio of Shaman, brujo, and seer that revisit each time this group assembles, the dawn spark seems to be the trigger,…wether the plane takes off to the rising sun or on to the fading darkness waves will be sensed under foot,under body, and all about each dreamers aura , free fron any conciousness poluting marketing reports and commercial motivations…the foundation’s charter secured that well before it started… the spirit is carefully and conciously guarded from exploitation by the THREE … they watch and direct and the waves are always there and the disillusioned driven faithful always are waiting for an inspired interpretation and contact high surfing with this small grove of coconut palms waiting silently to board …aloha from waipouli…ambrose
a gift to john and mike