Saturday Smaturday

nobody ever accused me of having a boring life. and based on today's small adventures, i know why! this morning i drove to town with james, dropped him off at keoni agard's office downtown so he could kokua keoni with computer problems. while i waited for him, i walked around town for a bit and took photos of whatever interested me. i've posted some. i walked to the downtown post office and a haole woman walked right up to me and asked me if i was lynette. i said yes, wondering if i should prepare myself for some kind of weird request, but all she said was that she had seen me on olelo and really enjoyed whatever it was she saw. so i thanked her and felt great that she watched olelo and not the crap showing on mainstream tv.

then james and i went to eat breakfast at karen's downtown. pretty good grinds for cheap! where else can you get a decent and hefty breakfast for $2.95, complete with coffee! people were coming and going the whole time we were there--nice crowd! while we were having breakfast, i got a phone call from a really interesting guy about one of the programs i taped for na leo o oahu council, this one with dr. lorrin pang on the lies told by gmo-promoters about gmo safety, etc. that was one of the better shows, i think. anyhow, this man who called had watched that program and told me about a friend of his who worked for some federal agency, i think food and drug admin, who expressed concerns about gmo safety, wrote some reports to that effect, and was subsequently fired. the person who replaced him knew zero about gmo and graduated with a bachelors degree in botany. the feds are happy with him. he knows enough to do what he's told, so everybody's happy. anyhow, this guy is coming into town in june and is, apparently, okay with sharing his story, if i'd like to tape him. i said sure! so he invited me over to his house in kalihi.

so right after breakfast, james and i went to kalihi and found ourselves in a really strange (but not boring) place. i went in and took a tour of the house and the yard, at this guy's invitation (i'm not giving him a name for a reason that you'll see later). good thing james stayed outside, as the house itself was rather fragile looking inside, with multiple levels kinda built on a framework made of pipes with boards laid across them. the word "warren" comes to mind, in reflection. and it had numerous dark hallways with doors everywhere, as if there were small apartments behind each door on each of the floors (four floors, total, with two more being planned). i heard people talking, children's voices, all kinds of noises. met a couple of guys, one in the kitchen, one on the street level, as i was going out and he was coming in. on the very bottom floor, where a door opened into a small yard and stream, i met some local guys and said hi. they were friendly. i asked my host, mr. x, who all these people were and he mentioned they were folks who had nowhere to go, so they all ended up at his house. once in a while one of them would rob him or beat him up, but by and large everybody got along and shared the house and helped him to install the pipe framework and walls, stairs, doors, etc. i will say it was so dark in there i couldn't really see much. you might wonder what kind of idiot would be wandering around in a strange house with some strange guy i just met as he told me his plan for building and for the future, etc. hmmm...

anyhow, before i was able to get out to the street level again, he insisted i look at all the various floors, which meant i was climbing up, over, under, through all kinds of stuff, working my way up to the natural daylight. and that's when i saw the PLANTS! of course, i couldn't pass up the opportunity to take pictures, so i did. he explained about the different kinds of plants, sativa and some other kind, which he thought was less potent. maybe that's why i forgot the name. i learned that if you keep a light on it at night, it keeps the plant from flowering and allows it to grow taller. yes! now i know better. i was flashing back to a time in my past when i actually knew a lot of this stuff, but old age takes its toll. my mind is a blank.

on my way out, i met the tipsy fisherman coming in. he didn't look too happy when i took his picture, but oh well. mr. x then showed me his hand, which had been wrapped in a sock, except for the thumb. he told me he was a practicing physician and went to work for the cia (i hope me spilling all this info doesn't get me killed!). they were doing some research on some kind of bio something-or-other and he contracted a staph germ that caused his hands to become deformed. he whipped off the hand covering and encouraged me to take photos. he had been treating himself (since he was a doctor) and showed me where the new skin was growing in. i guess that was good. by this time i was like--yikes! what's going on! he gave me copies of the american free press newspapers and urged me to check out a man named david icke, which i did. mr. x is convinced david icke's theories about a centuries old reptilian invasion are true and we sheeple should be aware of them. [see http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sumer_anunnaki/reptiles/reptiles06.htm]

mr. x also mentioned that he had had his doctor's license revoked for "in vivo" stem cell therapy, but that he would continue to speak out about the reptilian invaders who now run the government and control all positions of power. i was, to say the least, speechless. his final words to me, as i hurried out the door to my next meeting, was (to paraphrase) "i am an aryan. this, what i do, is my legacy, my duty". i took that to mean he had finished my indoctrination and i was free to fly, and i did. but he did rush out to say goodbye to patient (and smart) james who nonchalantly waved goodbye to mr. x as we drove off.

whew! what a day. i mean, what a start of the day. more to come...