ABOUT BEING A HEAD

Someone might ask me what a head is. I’d reply someone who is willing to take the leap. What is the leap? It’s the leap of discovery, of adventure, of the warrior’s way, of the exploration of the self, of the quest for truth, and the ability to resist the mainstream’s urge to try and lay down your way. To create your own way. That’s being a head. And being jovial. You may not have a complete understanding of this scene, but if you know a little, and if you have the heart, then you’re in, you’re a head. Heads, like artists to the arts, are inter-dependent on each other. That’s why the network is broad. A head, if he’s traveled enough, has met heads all around the world, and once the connection is made, it’s solid, crystal, forever brethren. The head could go anywhere and be in good hands. That’s why heads travel and go to exotic places with little money. Heads are looked up to by the people they grew up with. They’ll say I don’t understand how he does it. He just gets up and goes all over the world. They could do it but it’s not in their nature to take the leap and a leap must be taken to become a head and even a further leap if one is to become a warrior. The warrior’s leap is through hell. And even if you don’t understand, if you stay true to what your head is about, then you will not be suppressed by what the Rastas call Babylon and what Castaneda labels petty tyrants. You will always be a head. You will absorb a bit of the Rainbow without even realizing it. Just every head needs an in. And there are many. Ask Buddha, or a Vegan, or the impoverished, or a hip-hop backpacker, or a Native American.

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