In an attempt to put to word my thoughts and reflections so that I don’t have all these rambling thoughts in my head, I figure journals could help to be my form of artistic release that I so desperately need. The beaches of Hawai’i are places of beauty, and so too is Hawai’i in general. Some days though are full of such wonderment that it takes the breath out of you and you are compelled to just stop, freeze and sit in shock at the worlds natural beauty. Tonight, just a few moments ago, as I walked on the beach at night I came across two massive green sea turtles. They washed up upon the shore and laid there together resting. As a large wave came in and they let the tide gently take them back out without fear of the open sea it really starts to sink in just how much knowledge and instinct they must have that we as a self claimed “dominant” species must not be privy to. I put my hand on the one as it floated away (I know that’s a crime I think) and I swear I could feel something more than a slimy back and scaly flippers, it was the same feeling you feel when you embrace a loved one, or when you see an old friend. I know it sounds odd but I felt something there, I feel as if they feel too which is a very comforting thought to me. I sat at the tip of the shore to watch them swim in the water and as I looked to my left another enormous one was beached almost as far up as I was. I watched for a long while when eventually I was tempted to try to get a picture with it. I convinced my girlfriend (Sally) to try to take the picture and I slowly tried to sneak around it. Before I was even half way it must have sensed me and started to turn and bolted for the water, it was scared, I could feel it. I made a mistake I see now and in my next opportunity I will not disturb the functions of nature just so I can acquire bragging rights or visual proof. Pictures are for those who can’t tell a good story, or for those too scared to think they will not be believed. These turtles just wanted to rest and all I did was interfere (hopefully not too bad! I hope they were able to rest once we left). They are the wild ones, they cannot be domesticated or trained they’ve survived in the wild and they will stay wild until the end of their long lives. The last of their shrinking population, they carry on and fight for survival when mostly everyone else has forgotten them or are too busy to care. They do not bend to the whims of society; they carry on, free, wild and unchanged. For a species that has been around since the dinosaurs it seems sad to me that they are now endangered and their very survival, a species 208 million years old, hangs on the balance because of our destruction of the natural world. It became very evident to me from an early age that our survival depends on the survival of all the life forms that inhabit the Earth with us, without them we would live in a barren wasteland. Our confident assertion that we can mold the world to any form we wish must come to an end, because our actions have very real consequences which ultimately will fall back on us. I learned valuable lessons tonight and had a really amazing experience supplied via nature, I hope one day that my children will be able to experience the same thing.
“We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.”