The Message 🐉

We stop, our adrenalines pumping and we have beads of sweat running down our face.

We’re standing waste deep in water, it’s nighttime, and we’re hiding behind a big tree, surrounded by mangroves.

We’ve been running from something but I can’t remember what, non the less we seem safe now.

As we stand there catching our breathe we see an opening between the tree branches ahead, peering through we see a village along the amazon river with massive waterfalls all over, only it’s daytime and the village is alive with people and has a feeling of abundance.

Flash!

We’re soaring over the village in a birds eye view, as it flashes by we dive into a boat

The boats a type of river skim, zooming across the water and entering the village, the boat has a driver and there’s a group of people standing with us in the boat…

As we enter the village it’s fully alive, there’s people working, fishermen, women with baskets, children playing, jumping in the water and swimming. Laughing, talking, living life. The jungle’s vibrant with colors, mango trees, banana trees, coconut trees, howler monkeys and birds. It feels alive and abundant.

As we’re skimming across the water into the village I have a sudden fear in my stomach of Crocodiles in the water…

Flash!

We’re off the boat now, it’s dusk and we’re walking along a boardwalk in the jungle.

Next to me is a pool of water, there’s a long rope hanging off a tree into it, as if it’s a rope swing to the water, there’s a group of people standing in the water and swimming. It’s almost like a hot spring, yet it’s warm.

I jump over the guard rail and into the pool, it’s nice.

After swimming around for a moment an older lady rounds everyone up in the pool together. She starts assembling us, she points at one girl “You’ll be on dish duty and have to wash everything after we eat” Katie gives a quiet “oooah” (ya know, like a slight dig at it) the lady turns to her “Oh? And you think your jobs gonna be any better than dish duty?” she says getting annoyed with the reaction.

I get it, we’re volunteers getting assembled to our jobs, that’s who we were on the boat with.

Flash!

Kate and I are in the trees, sitting in a canopy on the outskirts of town.

We’re looking at the river, it comes together and meets with a bigger part of The Amazon here.

There’s a waterfall off to the side of the bigger river coming into where they meet.

The canopy we’re sitting in has a Coconut tree, and we’re surrounded by Coconuts in this spot.

We have a group of Squirrel Monkeys hanging out with us in here also.

I crack open a Coconut and drink the milk, upon finishing it I start eating the meat. I pass the rest of it to the monkeys next to me and then I crack one open for Kate and hand it to her.

Observing the monkeys eating the rest of the other one, I grab a new one. I delicately crack a small hole in the top of it, and start showing the monkey closest to me how to hold it and drink the milk from the hole I cracked in it.

He takes it from me and starts drinking from it the way I showed him.

I wake up.

I had this dream 3 days ago and didn’t journal about it until last night, it’s still so vivid in my mind, what I saw, the feelings I had, the taste of Coconut.

It hasn’t left my mind, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Now not to go all McConaughey on y’all, but this dream spoke to me.

I’m not quite sure what it meant, but I need to go to The Amazon.

I know it was Pachamama, The Universe, or what have you reaching out to me to come visit.

Now, I’m not sure exactly what part to go to but I know heading there is the first step I need to follow.

Crazy? Maybe.

But if you don’t listen to what the world sends you it’ll stop sending you messages and advice, and that’s worse then anything that could happen.

We’re gonna go to The Amazon in Peru, because upon entering Peru a man in line at border crossing said “You’ll hear a lot about Pachamama in Peru, keep your eyes out”.

I said “What’s Pachamama?” the European man replied “It means The Nature has it’s own rights, and anything in violation of the natures rights is a crime as if it were to another person”.

Peru was a very spiritual place, and we sat in Lima with the old prince from Dominican Republic speaking through The Universe to us, he said Lima’s a port for The Universe to speak through.

So that’s why starting in Peru makes the most sense.

We were gonna head back to Lima and live there for another month or so before heading back State side, mainly to work & get finances in order for moving back to The States, but I think this is a necessary detour.

I’m sure everything else will work out.

Questions

There’s a great quote, I can’t remember who it’s by.

But it goes.

“The quality of a mans life is determined by the quality of the questions he asks”

Something I’ve been doing when I fall asleep at night, is asking myself 1 specific question, and then dropping it, not thinking about it or trying to figure it out, and falling asleep. This gives my subconscious something to think about, work on, and figure out. It means that I’ll have that “AHA!” moment when an answer just comes to me. Because in reality we already know the answers to most questions we ask, they’re just buried deep within ourselves.

I heard Tim Ferris talk about this trick a month or two ago and I started using it. Honestly, I love it. Best habit aside from journaling that I’ve picked up.

This question can go anyway from “How do I make an extra thousand dollars a month?”, “How do I have a hard conversation with a certain person?” Or “What’s the right decision in this current situation for me to make?”

You’re probably wondering what the F I asked myself when I had this dream earlier that I’m gonna go chase.

Or maybe you don’t even care O.o

I asked “How can I find passion in funnel design?” (that’s what I do for work.)

And I actually find it quite enjoyable, it gives me the option to work while traveling.

Buut it doesn’t ignite that fire within me like somethings do.

And that’s okay.

Menacing Hour

Katie said something…

We’re working on a project with a startup, and one of her jobs is to log into this women Instagram for an hour daily and like stuff, comment, reply to comments, and analyze what people are liking or giving feedback on.

(yes, you can get paid to f*ck around on other peoples Instagram)

So she’s talking to me about it, and she says “I’m calling it menacing hour, and it’s my time to pretend to be this lady and be a menace on her Instagram, which gets me really excited to do this hour, because before I wasn’t really looking forward to it”

Genius

I look at her “damn, that sounds so fun. I wanna come up with something like that for some of the shit I have to do”.

“Okay!” she replies, “What’s the next task you have to do that you aren’t stoked about?”.

“Well, I need to go through these 20 audio messages, and sum them up into texts, and then upload them into the software and create a path for them to be sent out for the 2 month text funnel. It’s not that bad, it’s just tedious” I say not really sure how to turn it into a game.

”Alright, how about you light a candle and get a fresh Maté setup, and then pretend that you’re this sexy editor for Stab Magazine working from your cabin in Patagonia and you call it Eliot’s editorial hour” She says with a smirk.

“Damn, that sounds sweet.”

Haha so genius, now I’m excited for it!

It’s all about manipulating your perception of what you have to do if it’s not seemingly fun or cool, but it’s necessary to do.

Always think outside the box.

Journals

Well, Bariloche’s still great.

We still haven’t been skiing sadly, waiting for a blue bird day to go, we’ll get 1 day in which is better than none!

It’s been snowing or raining everyday, and we haven’t gotten out to do a ton. But we’ve been enjoying the cottage life here, and their hot chocolate for sure!

I hope this finds you well and inspires you to open up to what the worlds saying to you, letting it back in.

It’s always been there, and when you were a child you felt it more before society beat it out of you.

But it’s still there, it just knows not to waste it’s breath if you won’t listen.

But if you start to open up, or ask it for answers and then go silent, it’ll respond.

It hasn’t given up on you because the worlds energy is built from us chasing dreams.

Or whatever…

A good practice for getting in touch with yourself, overcoming stress or anxiety, or figuring out specific problems you’re working though is to Journal.

It’s hard to know where to start, so I suggest starting with a simple brain dump every morning, get out that random, jumbled, crap outta your head and onto paper and then see where it goes from there.

You can give yourself 15-30 minutes or so.

You’ll start to crave it, it’s like talking to yourself.

Cheers,

Eliot