Road Trip To Kingman, AZ

Recently I went to Kingman, AZ for a Mastermind session with the 5 main players of a company I contract under – the founder, his wife, the former Director of Field Operations and two therapists.  (I’m one of the two therapists)

This entailed a 3 day visit to the home of the founder culminating in a 10 hour meeting, preceded and followed with socializing.  I ended up posting  the highlights of the day during the longest meeting on Twitter as it all unfolded.  So my followers were able to experience it in real time.  

I’ll just post the tweets as a series of screen captures here as I believe that will cover it.

So that was the meeting.

Later on that evening, I took a couple goofy videos.  Here’s one.

Now the closest airport to Kingman is Las Vegas.  Then it’s a two and a half hour drive from Vegas to Kingman.  I have some video excerpts from the road such as the Stun Gun Speech, the Hoover Dam Footage, and a few songs by my very talented friend and colleague Erik Archbold.

In an effort curtail my self-indulgence, and as a favor to you Constant Reader, I shall only include one video here, my favorite song from that day.

It’s called Shine Through, composed and performed by Erik Archbold.

Mom and Dad’s House

Things of note in my reality at Mom and Dad’s house in Amarillo, TX.

Be sure to observe how supportive my parents are of my film-making, as they are of all things I do.

That’s because my parents love me way more than your parents love you.

Here are two pictures I took outside their house.  Apparently I have an “American Beauty” type view of litter.

Amarillo, TX

My parents live in Amarillo, TX.  Nobody knows why.

What I love about Amarillo is the most fascinating, weird little quirk.  There just so happens to be wacky signs all over the city.

According to the locals, Stanley Marsh’s dad was super-duper rich and his son, (the aforementioned Stanley Marsh), was a little touched in the head.  So to keep his son from squandering the money, his father put a clause in the will stating that Marsh could only spend it on the arts.  Marsh’s idea of the arts was to put signs in people’s yards all over the city.

Of course the newspaper articles and wikipedia tell a different story.  You can look that up for yourself if you’re interested.

The other story one of the locals told me, (she came out while I was taking a picture of the sign in her yard), is that it used to be, if you pulled the sign up, took it to Marsh, and gave it directly to him, he would pay you $600 bucks on the spot.  However, she said no one could find him any more.

She was the only person who told me that particular story.

Other than the signs, I find the most intriguing thing to be that he also has enormous art, so big you have to be in a plane to really see the whole piece, hidden away on his property where no one can find it or see it.

Here are some of the signs I speak of.

 

This sign looked fine three years ago. It actually says "I LET MY FREAK FLAG FLY."

 

This sign says “EL QE NO VIVE PARA SERVIR NO SIRVE PARA VIVIR” which, according to my Dad, translates to “HE WHO HAS NO PURPOSE SERVES NO PURPOSE.”

It's hard to see, but this sign says "BREAK A FEW EGGS."

 

If you’re having trouble reading it, the sign says “AFTER LOVE SIGN READING IS THE MOST EXHILARATING SPORT OF ALL.”  Of course, I laughed a lot when I saw it.

As far as I can tell the sign says "SKIP BACK TUNA"

 

 

This one used to be even more beautiful and it says “A DAMSEL WITH A DULCIMER IN A VISION ONCE I SAW.”

There were two other signs I saw, that I didn’t have a chance to take a picture of.  One said “WE USED TO GO SHOPLIFTING TOGETHER”  and my favorite one says “I ALWAYS FANCIED THE ONE ABOUT THE ITALIAN WITH NO HEAD.”

There are of course many more signs then the ones here.

Oh yeah, Marsh is also the main sponsor for Cadillac Ranch.  Here’s a link to an article about him:

http://www.legendsofamerica.com/TX-CadillacRanch2.html

Here’s the link for wikipedia’s entry on the guy:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Marsh_3

I love those signs so much.  They just thrill me like little treasures discovered throughout an ordinary day.  I never know when I’ll happen upon one.  They generally make me think and they feed my biggest addiction of all – I’m addicted to the written word.

I give it an adding to the richness of life factor of 9.

The End

Plainview, TX

“Perfect night for a past life regression,” he said.

Funny, I never thought of lightening storms as past life weather.

But it did seem apropos after he said it.

“Three days ago I found my 3 month old son dead,” she said.  ”They’re burying him this Friday.  My mom thought this would help me.”

Funny, I never thought of a weight loss and smoking cessation hypnotherapy clinic as a place to direct a grieving mother.

But I knew I could help her.

He was the guy who knew everybody in town.  Manager of the theater where I conducted a hypnosis clinic.  Writer of all the local newsletters, the community calendar, and “spotlight on the local” pieces in the newspaper.  Ran a leadership class that brought locals on tours of all the major businesses in the area.  Oversaw teenagers working off there traffic tickets in community service.  Worked at city hall since right out of high school.  This guy was the community.

Name any place in town, they all knew him there.  Greeted by name everywhere he went.

And yet you could see he lived alone and never had guests.

He was the first person I brought through multiple past lives, who was alone in every single one.

She was there with her mother, who stood behind her desperate and helpless.  She’d obviously cried so much the last three days her ducts were no longer capable of tears.  And yet you could see she was still weeping as she explained how she found her baby dead.  How she wondered if there was something she could have done.  Her eyes pleading with me and her head nodding at every answer I gave her.

But her body obviously drained of all energy with the knowledge that no matter what I said tomorrow he’d still be dead.

So there I was at midnight in a stranger’s house, with the storm raging outside, hypnotizing him to access past lives and find some answers.

Earlier I’d been standing in front of two generations of women counseling them on the loss of  a third generation, trying to give them answers.

During the two hour drive back, watching the 3 am electrical storm, lighting up the sky, better than any fireworks show, trying desperately to keep my eyes on the road, but having my attention drawn inexorably to the display of power all around me, I pulled over for a minute.

Curiosity, awe and wonder, filling me with questions.

Yeah, that was Plainvew.