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    49) David; Hawaii

    David started pacing with his sign. He gritted his teeth and paced and ground his toe into the dirt like he was crushing out a cigarette. He felt trapped and hurt under the sun. He could look up to the hazy distance and see the luminous summit of Mauna Kea. The place he sought so badly. He would walk out to the intersection where the protestors stood. He wanted to keep going up to the summit but like a bad dream he kept ‘getting stuck’ and couldn’t quite find the combination of effort and intent to go past the intersection northward.

    He looked at the other protestors. College students, local elders.

    “Mixed bag,” he thought as he went to smash their heads in with his sign but the sign whiffed through them harmlessly. They could not see him or know that he was there. It had been like this for some time. He lost track of the years and days and minutes. Sometimes he was here with the protestors. Sometimes he was out on the open highway, allowed to walk. He would walk and pray and see numbers and then he would turn around and got in the opposite direction. He did not eat.

    He had cried and pleaded with his surroundings. He now stood with his sign in a brief moment of stoic resignation. And then he had a flash of re-memory. Grey truck. It was like a jolted de ja vu sequence that stuttered and stopped as if the observable bit rate was not fast enough. He would flash to a memory and the memory would become the new present moment. He remembered everything and nothing. He had no call back system or attention span. A stretching, creaking, yawning, cracking motion of ideas.

    Grey truck. He looked but did not see then he saw himself standing on the corner from the perspective of the truck occupants. He was holding a sign that said ‘432’. Kanu and Uncle both saw the crazy little haole from the day before.

    “Hey there is that crazy buggah!” Uncle said with a nod of his head. Then Kanu remembered the events from the day before: the long work day, surfing, seeing the guy hitch hiking late in the afternoon…

    “Oh yeah I saw him again after surf,” Kanu thought out loud somewhat absentmindedly, it felt like so long ago. He looked at his coffee cup in his hand and moved it closer to his face as if inspecting it, then moved it away judging the distance and proportion.

    Uncle responded, “You saw that guy?! We on back here, where you see em?”

    “Down south, Honolo and then Honaunau…”

    “You saw THREE times?” Uncle sounded alarmed.

    “Yeah we stopped at Aloha station and then he must’ve got ride a way because we saw again. I don’t think he saw me,” Kanu explained.

    “You shouldn’t have take no pictures!” Uncle reprimanded.

    Kanu remembered the picture! He flipped on his phone and went to the photo application. The last picture, the one he took along the highway the day before, just showed empty highway shoulder backed by a desolate lava field that fell to the coast. “Oh shit,” he muttered as he showed the pic to Uncle.

    “See there Little Brother, you got some trouble, eh?” Uncle laughed.

    Kanu looked out into the grey. They were driving into the guarded neighborhood on a thin strip of perfect grey pavement with freshly painted road lines that popped with color. Running the length of the road was a strip of green grass then a strip of white sidewalk and then a row of green hedges. The black void of the lava fields yawned beyond the irrigated hedge line towards Waikaloa. Kanu could see oasis’ of green in the hazy distance that were only there because of irrigation systems that came from the mind of man.

    Volcanic fog hung low over the Saddle Road and the Kohala Mountains beyond. The Leilani Estate volcanic eruption had been going hard for over a month now. Millions of cubic yards of volcanic gases and dust were belched into the atmosphere daily as it rose and billowed and back eddied in the huge lee created by Moana Loa.
    Kanu thought about the geologic nature of the volcano and acknowledged the validity of tectonic plate theory.
    Right then he heard Uncle say, “Dat Pele, not good wit dis.” He gestured to another huge steel gate installed at the end of another billionaire’s driveway.

    “But Uncle, they are paying us to build for them.” Kanu already knew where this conversation was going. Kanu ignored the ensuing rant and returned attention to his phone. The day wore on hot and sticky under a billowing ash sky.

    While Kanu worked, David walked southward. For the first time in his recent recollection, David walked with purpose. By 9am he crossed Henry Street in downtown Kona. By noon he could look down from Honaunau to the Emerald waters of Kealakekua Bay and felt a throbbing in his head. By 3pm he was half way through the Kiphoehoe Park Reserve where the verdant foliage of south Kona gives way to the grey forest. He was so tired but knew he was close to where he aimed.

    At 6pm, just near dark, Uncle pulled his battered old Ranger off the Hawaiian Belt road onto the Milolii side road to descend to the sea and home for the night. Kanu had fallen asleep with his head deep in the folds of his black hoodie.

    Uncle nudged him, “You sleep in the morning, you sleep on da way home! Who my supposed to talk to?” Uncle laughed. Kanu pondered in his half responsive mind why he always felt so tired. Just as he was about to fall into another doze he heard Uncle say, “Oh shit!”

    David was beat. His already worn shoes were in tatters. He had covered roughly 40 miles on foot in the heat of the day. David thought to himself, “How can I not be here if I can feel pain?” He saw the truck lights approaching. He knew it was the same truck. He did not remember how he got there. Here in the dark.

    The truck slowed and Kanu said, “What the fuck, dat guy here?” Uncle rolled to a stop and unrolled his window. David stepped cautiously towards the truck. He was perched on the edge of the narrow shoulder. Ten feet away was a run of chicken wire fencing that lined the edge of a small orchard.

    David teetered in delirium. His sandy blond hair now bleached out by the sun. “It has been years? But I only just got here?” David struggled for clear thinking.

    Uncle was about to let out a timid, “Hey Brotha, howzit?” When David suddenly double stepped to the truck and slammed and small pocket knife blade into Uncle’s chest. In one motion he then opened the truck door and pulled Uncle to the ground as he clutched his bleeding chest. David slithered into the drivers seat and drove his left fist into Kanu’s face with all of his might --

    Kanu’s head hurt. His eyes were closed but he could feel the steady pull of the little grey Ranger as it climbed the familiar turns of Milolii road. He had done the drive too many times to count over his life. He waited for the familiar ukulele plucking for the radio. He felt hazy, hungover. “I didn’t drink last night…” was his dull thought. He tried to open his eyes but they felt crusty. His head hurt and his thoughts were foggy.

    He remembered building rock walls at work. He remembered driving with Uncle as they climbed south out of Kailua, heading home. Then he remembered being the little homeless guy on the side of the road. Then he could not place his next thought.

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    David noticed Kanu stirring in the passenger seat. He knew he had not driven a vehicle in a long time but it came naturally. He felt like he was traveling at Light Speed after so much time on his feet under the hot sun. How long had it been? He felt the pull of the motor and gravity sinking him back into his seat. He might have been speeding. He felt free and he did not know how or why he got there.

    Kanu opened his blood crusted eyes. He was slumped against the door with hoodie pulled over his face. He could see his hands and dusty feet in his worn slippahs’. David saw Kanu moving so he reached over and gave Kanu a quick jab in his left shoulder with his bloody knife. Kanu now jolted awake in pain, fear and confusion. He saw David driving but did not know his name.

    He blurted out, “Whatda fuck?!” And before Kanu could mount a counter attack on his assailant, David gave a quick jab again and barked with a new forced authority, “Sit there!” Kanu felt more struck by the words than the blade and he did not move. “Sit there and I won’t gitcha!” David reiterated as he gestured with the knife wildly in Kanu’s face.

    “The speed of light keeps breaking!” David blurted with spittle at the edge of his mouth. “It breaks at 432 again and again!” David could feel a swelling sense of desperation. “But the mass goes up with Gravity and Time,” David jolted into response to an imaginary debate. “And the distance goes up with Gravity and Time.”
    Kanu did not know what to think.

    “Gravity is the pull of the collapsing wave form!” David continued. “The size and ratio of mass and distance is equal between the nucleus and electrons as is the Sun and the planets.” David was first waving his knife but as he ranted he became more dejected and depressed by his own conclusions. Kanu sensed a shift and knew that he had to act soon. David was now driving slow and erratically on the Mamaloa Highway about a mile south of the Milolii turnoff now.

    The Kanu remembered Uncle. He turned and looked over his shoulder and then out the window. He felt a sudden rush of rage and adrenaline like never before. It was almost like the feeling he got when he saw a rogue waving looming on the horizon. David lamented while banging his knuckles on the steering wheel, tears on his cheeks.

    “Vaporous cosmic explosions in the furthest reaches of space only appear to us as taking millions of years because they are so big and far away…”

    “What is he talking about?” Kanu could feel his temper swelling.

    David turned to face Kanu, not looking at the road. “Vaporous quantum collision maps in the deepest depths of particle physics only appear to take nanoseconds because they are so small and close… it is just more evidence of the scalable nature of the holographic fractal patterns…”

    And at ‘patterns’ Kanu had heard enough. He moved with a speed and precision previously unknown. He lunged with both hands and gripped David firmly around the throat and squeezed as he yelled,”Recite! Recite!” in David’s face until his eyes bugged out. The truck careened and Kanu had to grab the steering wheel as David let out a feeble squeak from his crushed wind pipe. Kanu instinctually leaned down and pulled the E-brake under the center console of the truck.

    He leaned further and opened the David’s door and pushed him out as the truck came to a stop. He kept moving as he grabbed David by this scraggly blond hair and dragged him to the back of the truck. Kanu didn’t have a plan but he threw David in the back of the truck. He returned to the drivers seat and turned the truck around to go find Uncle. How long had it been? How long did they sit before driving? It was dark but the trucks clock read 6:15pm.

    Kanu sped down the Milolii road and soon came to the bend in the road where Uncle had been. He was no longer there. Kanu felt a panic rise in his gut as he bombed down the hill two more turns before seeing Uncles broad shoulders slumped as he staggered along the shoulder. Kanu pulled over and Uncle looked up with bloodshot eyes and blood on his hands and chest.

    “Get in,” Kanu instructed.

    “You got that guy in the truck?” Uncle exclaimed when Kanu finally caught him up on what had happened since he had been thrown from the vehicle. He craned his head to look in the back. “What we gonna do wit him?” Uncle asked.

    “I dunno, I thought you knew,” Kanu answered.

    “We have to get rid. Is he alive and kicking?” Uncle chuckled. Kanu could not help but smile at how Uncle could make light of the situation. “No more since he been kicking you!” Kanu said as they both howled with laughter. Kanu noted that the laugh filled his bowels and lifted his chest. His mind popped alive with a profound memory.

    Kanu asked, “By land or by sea?”

    Uncle answered, “By sea we come to the land and by the land we return to the stars. Dis guy needs a lifting place.”
    Kanu drove steadily down the road he knew so well. The turns. The memories engrained. He had driven this road before the blood… the beach… the tall ship from another land. He felt a surge of anger towards the homeless man in the back of the truck.

    “Dat no come by haole,” Uncle spoke as if reading Kanu’s mind. “You not see guys like dis so much…. Back in,” he instructed Kanu as they pulled up to the little driveway at Kanu’s house. In the rearview mirror, as lit by the white backup lights on the truck, Kanu could see the brightly colored plywood siding on the side of the building as it contrasted with the dark void behind the ragged branches of the large kiave tree that dominated the property.

    It was the largest kiave tree in the area for miles. The only ones that he knew that were bigger were out in the low swamps along the trail to Honomolino. That section of trail always creeped Kanu out and since he was a child he hated being caught out in the dark in that area. The trees trunks lay heavy under their own weight as the jungle rot tries to consume them standing live. But this lone kiave on his property always seemed more friendly, maybe because it was out of place.
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    The trees down on the trail to Honomolino had the luxury of living in rich fertile soil in a mangrove like environ adjacent to the ocean. Whereas Kanu’s property up in Haole Wood was several hundred yards form the ocean and nearly 200ft above sea level. All the other kiave in the neighborhood were spindly, drought stricken and struggling in nutrient poor soil. Not Kanu’s tree though. His tree was healthy and strong. Kanu had the sudden urge to go see the tree to understand it more, if not simply hear its story. He turned the truck key off and everything fell to pitch black.

    David felt the truck engine fall silent. He could hear muffled voices in the dark and he was having trouble recollecting where he was. He tried to move and connect with his environment out side of the audible. He could not tell if his eyes were open…. Then he saw a flash. An iPhone light danced and reflected through low tree branches above. He tried to move and could not. He could feel no constraints but his limbs refused to respond to his minds instructions. He felt a panic rise in his gut.

    He wanted to scream, “WE ARE IN THE HOLOGRAM!” But his lips would not move.

    Kanu and Uncle looked at the still body. “Is he dead?” Kanu asked.

    “Not dead but not alive,” Uncle answered. Kanu turned in the dark and his iPhone light beam cut through the branches of the huge kiave tree. “We got to do this now, pick em up and put by tree,” Uncle continued. Kanu hesitated towards the body but Uncle gave a reassuring nod in David’s direction.

    Kanu leaned into the back of the truck and grabbed David by the ankles. They were brown and dusty.
    “He not gonna bite, he wants dis,” Uncle said.

    Meanwhile David was screaming inside his mind. “What is going on?!” He also felt a certain stability in his mind that reminded of how things used to be. He could remember the frozen mountain top and he could see the Beast perched on top of the cliff. He could feel the warm loving weight of his daughter in his arms. He could see the junky on the ambulance and smell the Spice as he took his first hit. He could feel the heat of the fire on his face as his house burned down with his young daughter inside...

    He could feel tears rolling down his cheeks as they placed him at the base of the tree. Uncle gestured to David, “Dis guy here before. He under dis tree and you put him here.”

    Kanu asked, “What you sayin’?

    Uncle answered, “You been here long time. This tree old. Your people… the ones you lived through over the generations have always lived here.” Kanu was silent.

    Uncle said, “Start collecting all sticks we need to build dis thing.” At that, Kanu felt no delay or question of judgement in being told what to do.

    David could feel the earth hold him as large and small branches were piled high around him. He felt that the deeper he was buried the more stable his thoughts became. He did not want to move. He did not want to resist. Kanu and Uncle worked into the night. Sometime in early morning they fell asleep dreamless.

    Kanu awoke early at first daylight and resumed work while Uncle snored peacefully. In the night they scoured the property of all dry scraps of tree branches and leaves and piled it high on top of David around the base of the tree. Kanu paced out a square around the base of the tree that was 40’ x 40’ and at the corners he placed large rocks. Cornerstones.

    Uncle came outside and nodded approval. “See you got it, I don’t need tell you anything. It is on you.” Kanu understood without understanding as he kept working silently. David could hear the busy footsteps all around and in his mind’s eye he followed Kanu around the property as he collected more and more rocks.

    “Hawaii Islands are made of the rock of Pele. The older the rock on the older islands the more broke down it becomes and buried under green vegetation. But on Big Isle, dry side, no green all over. Just rocks ready to be moved and tell their story.” Kanu stacked the wood and brush out in shape of a cross from the base of the tree where David rested.

    Kanu stacked rocks flat out within the paced out square and they used thicker branches to support the rocks on top of the chase way of branches. He stacked rocks taller and taller. David was entombed within a mesh of dry foliage with his head resting at the base of the tree. He could feel the weight of the rocks increase as the weight of the world melted away.

    At one point he realized that he could see out of one eye as it gazed skyward up the length of the old tree trunk. His sight was limited by the mess of tree canopy sticking to of the trunk. He desperately wanted to see beyond the branches to the blue sky beyond. Kanu worked for days with no food and little water. Uncle would sit in the shade and offer encouragement while hauling the occasional rock.

    As the rock pile grew it began to take shape as the top sloped towards the tree trunk. Soon Kanu had to duck under the heavy branches that had previously been 20ft in the air. Uncle brought an old handsaw and Kanu systematically cut the branches off the trunk as his new rock layer needed. David felt joy as he could peer up the trunk and see progress in his vision.

    It had been too much previously. Unfiltered perception scrambled his mind. Now his sight was being focused by the tower of rock around the trunk of the tree as Kanu had left a 6” gap around the tree. As the pyramid grew it further focused David’s vision along the length, steering his eye skyward. Kanu was in deep trance. He felt no pain or diversion. He knew the shape and he knew the intentions if not the exact history.

    He cut more branches and was soon near the top of the tree. His pile of rocks was not perfect but it strongly resembled a 40’, four-sided pyramid with the flat faces aligned north, south, east and west. As he placed the last rocks along the perfect hole that encircled the diameter of the tree trunk to its base, he could feel a draft pumping up the column from the hot ground of the puku to his position 40’ up. The four chases along the ground acted as conduit for air and energy.

    David could see. He could see that his size was synonymous with time and distance. Numbers circled and jumbled in his head but less erratic than before and he started speaking, “Four thirty-two… One, twenty seven, fifty four, one hundred and eight, two hundred and sixteen, four hundred and thirty two. There are 25,920 years in a Great Year… divide by 12 is 2160 earth years…”

    Davids voice rose, “The moon is 2160 miles in diameter… divide by 5 is 432!”

    Kanu thought he could hear something. He put his ear to the top of the hole at top of the tree trunk just as he turned his face to see the sun set on the 6th day of effort.

    He could hear a thin whispering voice say, “432 times 432 is the Speed of Light!” It sent chill down his spine. He felt a hot breeze pick up and could hear the dry air moan across the hillside. Then he heard, “The function is equal to one over Time… the Frequency is 25,920 over 60 equal 432…”
    Kanu did not know what it meant. Then he heard a question, “How many stones have you buried me beneath Kanu?” Kanu was taken aback by hearing his name come form the lips of the entity buried at the base of the pyramid.

    “How do you know my name?”

    And David said, “Kanu means ‘to bury’. You buried me under this tree a month after you crushed my face, Cook’s face, with a rock. You went by the name Tamas. … How many rocks?”

    Kanu thought for a moment and answered, “144,000.”

    David said, “Thank you, I can see my way home now.” David’s left eye peered skyward from the top of the tree and he could see a cluster of stars that seemed familiar and not so far away from down in the darkness at the base the pyramid.

    Kanu heard Uncles voice, “Kanu it is time to light the match.”

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    THE END

    Happy New Year!!

    'Starlight Over David'

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    ... now you guys get to play book critic...

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    Anyone read this all the way through yet? The only book reviews I have received are from my mom and my 10 year old daughter.

    I offered to pay my kid $100 as incentive and she said:

    "I wouldn't have read it if I wasn't getting $100. It is kind of scary."

    My mom, being the religious type, was worried for my mental health and all the Devil talk made her nervous.

    Pros or cons on story flow and general concept...

    Would you refer some one to read it and how would you describe it to them?

    Being so heavily vested in the project, it is hard to separate myself objectively.

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    Whoah this thread went places. I'll try to read through it and let you know

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    Whew, got that one off the 'To Do' list. That really helped for me to search out the random typos. (though I'm sure I missed a few)

    For those of you just dying for a hard copy!

    https://www.amazon.com/Starlight-Ove...9370532&sr=8-1

    Standby for non fiction.

    "Secrets of Alaska and Other Places" coming in hot.

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    Sold my first art this week! A friend bought this one for his new house for $100

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    And this one sold at a local fund raiser auction for $145!!

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    and then I got a request for something with breaching whales... getting distracted, non fiction... coming soon

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    I wanted to enter a piece in this contest for a beer can design for Black Ops Heli in Valdez.
    Started with this one on small canvas... got too crowded

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    Got a way bigger canvas, V 2.0 came out better submitting now... winner gets 3 days hell ski trip in Valdez!

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    Anyone finish novel yet?! Maybe it is a harder read then I suspected, or just bad...

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    I read the novel for a bit, but then hit the "too many characters" point about 3/4 of the way through. I felt like I was kind of getting the same point from every chapter. It was entertaining enough to keep me going up until that point!

    Good luck on the heli trip, I like the second piece.

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    Good on ya! Yes, there are 12 additional plot lines that revolve around David’s story. Eventually ( probably real close to where you were ) they all stop then book takes new singular focus.

    Well technically they are all the same story line beginning chronologically way back when and then eventually catch up to David’s .

    I’ve actually thought about complete re ordering of chapters to reflect true epic timeline... a la James Michener

    On the other hand I like the way bits fall like puzzle pieces...

    And yes you were getting similar points through out as I repeatedly hit themes as told through different context. I’m glad you noticed lol

    My liberal mind wrote a story about the failure of the patriarchy and yearning for maternal guidance.

    My conservative mind wrote a story with lesson: get yer shit together, don’t so drugs.

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    Old Girdwood Solstice. View across the water from my house.

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    I have been trying to paint real things. It is way harder, as it turns out, to make something look like it is supposed to look vs just making it up.

    Version 1 going for copy of this Charlie Renfro print.

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    Version 2 I went for large canvas to match print size. Had to stretch the dimensions a bit because canvas was a couple inches bigger. I think V1 turned out better, the shadow lines look more natural.

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    Matrix in the Morning

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    I turned 40 a couple days ago. Just about time to launch into this next upload session...

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