Prison stories

Startd in a prison.... Me and a bunch of other people were all packed into one cell... I had apparently spent the last year in there and was telling peple what it would be like... We were packed in like sardines, leaning over the top of some kind of shelves.  I went on some kind of mission, snuck out to see Aima, went to her childrens house room.  Then I went to try to see Jaina.  I saw here across a shopping mall, aparently thats where the prison foo was served.  I tried to approach her, but ended up in a really long line.  I saw her sit under a wooden rain structure type thinig, and I went over to see her.  She was surrounded by CorePower girls and I could barely say a thing to her.  I missed her.

Then we were walking, I had been apparently shipped to MExico and was with a group of mexican prisoners.  The guy  who changed my oil at Valvoline in MExico seemed to be running the show.  It was like a class room.  I found a book on Native Americans and decided I was going to learn while I was in there.

It turned out that we were slave labor forced to work at a fast food chain that served dead human bodies.... Like Secret Burger.  WE procesed and did all the dirty work in the back.  The first time I ate the food I was really resistant,  thought I would puke, but my friends on the job dished me up a big serving of the extra indulgent fries and somecream of broccoli soup with little chunks of "meat" in it.  I had not had protein for so long that even though it disfusted me my body was thankful for food.

At some point down the line they put us up in an old house... It smacked of poverty but we were psyched to have something of our own.  At one point I was pulling, junk, old baby dolls and such out of cracks in some wooden stairs.  The back entrance had at one time had beautiful panelled windows looking outto the ocean, but had since been repaired with any materials that they could just tack together.

When I went to the front of the house though it looked like a luxury mansion.  It turned out I was living there with Ben Vincent.  He was talking about how Angela smoked hash and it was contrary to his Yoga practice but he gave her the space.

I realized that since we had a mansion on the ocean in MExico we could rent it as a vacation home.  I discussed the ida with some people, they were skeptical but I was gong to role with it.

There was some kind of gathering.  A powerful African Elder with drea locks was there.  I sat down next to him.  My left leg started to float.  I laughed, and my leg got lighter and lighter till it lifted my whole body into a handstand.  I pulsed tiny handstand pusheups... resonating some type of energy.  It had that strange powerful sensation to it of other spirit dreams.
Ben vincent
Hand Stand Pulses


Running through the night no passport.
Air Plane with "prayer" room in the back.