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Mushroom Montoya circumnavigated the globe aboard the USS Trippe DE1075 after killing soldiers, woman and children in Viet Nam. Now, as a shaman, he heals the planet one person at a time. Mushroom Montoya has an active shamanic healing practice in Long Beach, California and he teaches at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at Cal State Univ. Long Beach.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Grande Island

Excerpt from Chapter Blue Damsels


I climbed down into the WWII landing craft that would transport me to Grande Island. I hadn't noticed Norman and Krack sitting with their backs against the rear bulkhead until I looked for a place to sit.
“Hey, Krack, I thought you were flying back to the states for your grandmother's funeral?”
“I can't get a flight out until the day after tomorrow. It looks like I'm stuck with you two.”
“Are you guys spending the night?” I asked.
“Ya betcha,” Norman said. “I need to sleep on solid ground without to sleep on solid ground without rocking and rolling and the constant hum of the ship's engines. How about you?”
“I intend to have the sun wake me up,” I said. Smiling widely I sat on the bare deck next to him. “Riding in this landing craft feels like were floating in a shoe box.”
“We are!” Krack said.
When we landed, we walked into the little restaurant that protruded from the hotel. I asked the old wrinkled faced lady who worked there for an ice cream cone.
“You sit,” she commanded, with a frown on her face.
Norman smiled at me and turned his palms up as he tilted his head. “Can you make that two?” he asked the grumpy lady.
She scowled at him and pointed to the table. We obeyed.
“I was hoping to get pistachio ice cream,” I said to Norman.
“Fat chance,” Krack said, “They probably only have one flavor, otherwise she would've asked you what you wanted.”
She had disappeared into the kitchen as the three of us waited for what seemed like a very long time. We chatted excitedly about joining the two other ships on an around the world cruise.
When she came out, she said, “Fifteen cent.”
We dug into our pockets. I pulled out a dollar and handed it to her.
She looked up at me and said, “No change. Fifteen cent.” while holding out her hand.
Norman and Krack both only had dollars. I handed the dollar back to her and told her it was for all three and that she could keep the change. Maintaining her scowl, she took the dollar and gave us our chocolate ice cream cones.
“I'll be glad when we...

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