The San Francisco Portal
Beginning in elementary school I inexplicably became enamored of San Francisco. I’m not sure what the attraction was all about but I read everything I could get my hands on about the city and its history and I fawned over any photographs (both current and historic) of the city. I was just a kid but visiting San Francisco shot straight to the top of my bucket list.
Now, as a certified old-timer, I still have not visited the city. I’ve been to northern California and southern California but I have never been anywhere near the Bay Area. But visiting San Francisco is no longer even on my bucket list. I no longer have any desire to go there. None.
As a kid I was utterly fascinated by the Great San Francisco Earthquake of 1906. I read everything I could find about it. Maybe it was because it happened on my birthday. I don’t know. According to the ancient Chaldean-Kabbalah system of numerology, 18 is the number of earthquakes.
All my life I have wanted to experience an earthquake — not a big one but rather a small to moderate one. I just wanted to FEEL what it was like. Well, only once in my life have I been in an earthquake. It happened while I was in Palm Springs, California. It was a relatively small quake that only caused very minor damage. But I didn’t get to experience it because I was sound asleep at the time. I was so disappointed.
But with each passing year I become more convinced that a major earthquake will hit San Francisco that will make the 1906 quake seem tiny. I am almost afraid to set foot in San Francisco due to a feeling that the quake is just waiting for me to show up there. Is that weird?
But what now turns me off to San Francisco more than even earthquakes is the fact that San Francisco is one of the most expensive places to live in the entire world. The disparity between super rich and super poor is greater than almost anywhere in the world — even India. And what really turns me off is the whole concept of geek culture.
Geek culture started out with some positive attributes but it has turned into one of the most obscene examples of elitism the world has ever seen. As geeks step over homeless people on their way to work (cursing them out in their minds for obstructing their way) and they arrive to be smothered by free blueberry scones and 15 dollar cups of free lattes and complimentary massages, they enter the fake world of algorithms that control the rest of the world. While they live in a fake world of computer programming, utterly disconnected from nature, they continue to work to enhance the competitive reality where only the elite have power and survive in the world — oblivious to how mother nature can change their world in a heartbeat.
How’s that for a dystopian viewpoint?
Of course, my home away from home is headquartered in San Francisco. I am, of course, talking about Medium. Even though I won’t step foot in San Francisco anymore I apparently spend a large portion of my time there — even though my body isn’t there. If the big one hits will Medium still exist? Will my writing still exist somewhere beneath the rubble? Can I depend on “The Cloud” to save my writing? Will all the curators survive? Will I still be able to clap?
Am I being ridiculous, or what?
The Edgar Cayce Readings stated that spirit travels from east to west. They went on to say that every continent has an opening portal and an exit portal. Apparently, the entry portal to Turtle Island (a.k.a. North America) is the Tidewater region of eastern Virginia around the town of Virginia Beach. The exit portal is located in the San Francisco Bay Region. Apparently, spirit has been traveling across Turtle Island for a few hundred years and is about to exit the continent to travel across the great Pacific Ocean on its way to Asia.
How weird is that, right?
I’ve spent the last few hundred years on Turtle Island. It’s been home for a long time. I really like it here. I’m a freaking American for crying out loud. It’s like I’ve been taking a really, really long hot shower and the hot water suddenly gets turned off and all the water goes down to the drain. And San Francisco is the drain. I don’t want to get sucked down the drain and end up in Asia.
Know what I mean?
