The Impossible Black Lily
An inquisitive intellectual who
actually studied and a man of action, Paul is a great illustration of a man who
had evolved, come to know who he is and has achieved the freedom to laugh from
the gut unrepressed, uncensored, open and centered. This is not a fractured
man. With such a vast mental capacity he has filled it through challenges,
danger and facing all that life offered, absorbing insights, testing them and
then incorporating, pushing the boundaries that enabled him to see his true
self, now a master and a sage, willing to discuss and inform but never to
lecture having learned the importance of teaching a man how to fish rather than
giving him a fish. His gravitas is almost tangible, with each moment in his
presence another opportunity to learn, a whole man and master of his time so
obviously on the top of his game. Lean and lithe and exuding excitement at all
life's conundrums and riddles on the table for discussion never trying to be someone
he isn't, he is a man who was comfortable in his worked-in tennis shoes.
These were Noble's thoughts after he had just
scored some tech from Roberto a few days after partying with Paul.
Noble had finished his Crazy
Horse and Custer book and yearned for something different so he walked to
the bookstore in the heart of Mariscal. He had been bummed out at the
death of Crazy Horse falling off his horse at the age of 36. So many had died
"William, buenos naches," he
said as he walked through the door.
""Si, Noel." He leaned back
when Noble past his desk. "Your name
"I was close."
looking for the biography section."
you're looking for that Kit Carson biography aren't you?" William drank from a
bottle of Pilsner that he had under his desk.
I think I'll leave that until next time. I was thinking of something a little
different." He perused the shelves and knew as soon as he saw it that that was
the book he wanted to read.
the scoop on this Keith Richard's biography? Any good?"
got to it yet. Been going to too many bullfights. But the reviews are great.
Say it's one of the best rock and roll memoirs ever written." Bottles clanged
at William's feet when he cracked open another fresh bottle.
then I think I'll snag it." Noble knew he didn't want to return to his
depressing hostel so he chatted about books with William for a while.
wouldn't you want to go for a beer, just one, down at the Corner Pub?" Tired, flat,
sore, Noble overcame all practical rationale and agreed. But as usual Reno's
instinct served him well leading the way and giving guidance to manage
gravity's stronger pull on his fatigued limbs.
waked into the pub with the red lion etched into the window.
William looked weak and soft beside Toné. The baldhead bespoke of discipline
and cleanliness; even his head looked muscular. A bottle of dark rum in front
of him, bottle of coke, bottled water and a pouch of Dutch tobacco.
Canadian too?" he asked, after shaking his huge hand.
Noble stuck out his chest. Toné was massive.
do you know him?" he asked William.
You don't read?" He slapped William with the back of his hand on his chest.
watch this guy. This Dutchman is a little unusual."
for the compliment. Canadians are the ones you have to watch. Mark my words.
Say, when are you going to get more Dutch books in there? There's a market for
it. Lots of us here."
You know I have lots of books." Toné licked the rolling paper and twisted it
"Too many laws
here now." Reno had emerged in the presence of this giant of a man, and knew he
was referring to the new smoking ban from the pubs. "I've been here ten years
now and they made another law that makes no sense." Blue eyes piercing, skin
dry as a spider-mited rose.
c'mon," said Reno, forging ahead with some grit. "Not many laws here." Toné
looked at him in the eye. "The smoking bylaw sucks but it's still freer than the
why I came here. It was good for a while." Toné stepped to the window, pulled
it open and lit his smoke, one foot outside, denim jacket worn almost white,
frayed and loose, Harley Davidson patch on it. Stood there as if it was his own
corner, the lookout point from where he could watch a hundred partying
Ecuadorians down the busiest strip of bars in town.
smoking law is something they're doing because the West wants them to." Reno
pulled out his Marlboroughs and lit one as he pulled the sliding glass door
wider and put his one foot on the cement flower box outside.
know why I think all people in the world should smoke?" Scar above the eye
hidden in wrinkles, posture straight as an arrow.
it will help solve the overpopulation issue." Reno dry, assertive.
I die eight years earlier and it saves the government eight years worth of
paying my pension." The way Toné looked out to the street, slight squint, mild
preoccupation with unfinished business, past valor, showed a tough mettle, only
strength and wisdom defining his face.
the bar William had bought Reno a pint of local ale, but he had a half bottle
of vodka and a bottle of carbonated water. Beside it was a large knife in its
sheath. Toné grabbed it, removed the leather prophylactic and studied the
a Gerber," said William triumphantly, sipping his vodka.
Gerber." Toné shook his head like William was a madman. Just as the
bookstore owner was about to show it off, Reno took it from him, examining the
long double serrated blade, the utterly narrow and penetrating piece of steel
imaginable. The grip customized with tape and string underneath, like a hockey
piece," he said when he handed it back.
effective. If that robber is still in front of my apartment when I get home
he's going to get it." The Dutchman shook his head again.
he will have a pistola and you with a bullet in your guts."
he will be too stoned and miss." Toné laughed without needing to comment that
the mugger couldn't miss a lard ass like him. Reno shared the laugh.
wasn't long until Reno bought his own bottle of dark rum and a bottle of coke.
Milton the bartender supplied the glass full of ice.
handed him Toné's bottle and pointed at a small white circle with the number
182 written on it. For a moment he thought it was a price but they had
forgotten the decimal.
his one-hundred-and-eighty-second bottle of rum." Reno assumed it was for the
ten years Toné had been here. "And he started June 11th, 2010." Reno
did the math.
a...impressive." He looked at the Dutchman's full glass of rum and coke and ice
and wondered about the state of his liver.
left after one drink, still intent on using his knife. Toné and Reno stayed at
the bar and chatted. He had assumed the Dutchman was military because of his
appearance and size, so he was surprised when he told Reno that he was a flower
he said. "We harvest about ten thousand lilies a week. Send them mainly to
Europe and Russia."
that big here? Flowers?" Looked at him like he was stupid.
hundred and fifty thousand people are employed in the flower industry here in
Ecuador." Reno nodding, now seeing the whole picture.
makes sense doesn't it? This must be one of the best spots to grow." Everything
was so lush and pungent green.
best." Reno asked him if he liked it.
is good." Gave Reno some of his blue-ice eye. "But what I'm after is to make
the world's first black lily." Choosing not to react in case it was a joke,
Toné went on. "Of course there's no such thing as a black lily but it's the
illusive goal for many of us. And we've got one. It's a really dark purple but
it looks dark. Black."
sounds pretty groovy." Nodded at Reno's word.
to have it alive for five years or more, and then we can market it to the
how long have you had it so far?"
years. Next year the world will get my black lily." The massive baldhead and
torn Harley Davidson jacket incongruous with the horticulturist. Noble was to
soon learn flower experts rebelled against their profession through
motorcycles, drinking and women.
Noble had begun to see Ecuador as Huxley's
Greenland; a land where all the Alpha non-conformists went to escape the
liberal and socialist oppression of Western governments. Fed up with
affirmative action and social programs favoring immigrants and minorities,
individuals of European descent fled to a land apart and away from the great
debate and propaganda and unprecedented intrusion of privacy by governments
spying and observing and judging and gathering information in order to one day
clamp down, cripple or prosecute, labeling you a terrorist, racist or an undesirable.
Watching patiently and auditing submitted papers to see an inaccuracy or
untruth, ready to pounce and accuse and incarcerate when deemed a danger to the
A threat being anyone who thinks for
themselves and is an original thinks and thus can see the skewered reality
being promoted by the powers that be. At all costs, never can they allow
another Thomas Payne to arise from the gullible populous. Whatever it takes all
must toe the line and believe what has been chosen as the correct hermeneutical
conclusion. The beliefs of Schopenhauer must be repressed and removed from the
reach of the average citizen, instead creating new sound bites to coerce and
manipulate the potentially dangerous minds from seeing their hidden moral
agenda. Those that can see the cleavage of what truly is and what is presented
as the truth, know the fight is futile and thus remove themselves from the
cesspool of misinformation.
Finding a destination appropriate
and free enough for a hungry mind is the challenge. Eventually Ecuador emerges
as a front-runner for its natural beauty and isolation from the forceful
promotion of the Great Lie.
Once reached a relief sweeps over
them that there is a place untainted by the guile of those who have the power
in the world, and a sweet justification comforts them for their dogged
self-belief and courage to follow their own conclusions. Sanity and peace
enable even more flourishment that is impossible to attain in those countries
they have fled.
Thankfulness in their determined
Expatriates living in Ecuador all
know this truth, the great secret they all share, enjoyed and valued each day,
discussed openly and protected fiercely from any force strong enough to remove
them from their discovered utopia.
For the Alpha values the freedom of
independent thinking above all else; the one inalienable right that is being
squashed in the West by an omnipresent media onslaught controlled and tweaked
by the few who have the power to deliver and disseminate through all channels
They already know the vast majority
doesn't see what they see. It has been sadly accepted of workers, busy as bees,
working for a goal that is reachable and foolish, burdened by debt and taxes
and a salary designed to give them only barely enough to get by. Waiting,
working and wanting, they nobly endure and distract with entertainment, a
sugarcoated candy that tastes good and alleviates the brain from worrying.
Anxiety is temporarily forgotten because the clever pieces of entertainment
communicate a morality and value system that reinforces their chosen path in
life, measuring hope back into their lives by repainting a new image of the
goal they seek.
The screaming frustration felt by
the original thinkers because of this chronic collective brainwashing is
non-existent in Huxley's Greenland, a nagging bafflement potent enough to kill
a man's spirit, take away his hope and nudge towards an addiction to numb the