#waterbrother

[johncosma]

Excellent book! Thank you @annette.e.mckinney for the recommendation. Heady exploration of the big picture of of what needs to be done to heal culture snd humanity as well as a confrontation of personal conditioning and freedom. #robertheinlein #heinlein #grok #strangerinastrangeland #thouartgod #waterbrother #manfrommars https://www.instagram.com/p/CkRRo58piY-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[puredigitalmaui]

#kevin in #foilersheaven #boatassisted 😉🤙🏽#spoiled #2minride 🌊🇵🇪 @gofoil @lyonhamilton @waterbrothers (at Chicama Boutique Hotel) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1PHdbHg3wz/?igshid=1j6u0njfx6ql

[juicemagazine]

5.9 Death Crew party time! #cincodemayo #attleboroversary 📸 @mermaidsugarskull 🔥🔥🔥 @kodo5.9 @waterbrothers @woundedkneeskateboards

[surferscorner-blog]

Repost from @yewwville #surferscorner #dieepic ・・・ 3/3 Taming thee ol' Rattler yesterday! Thanks to the fine gents at @stab for all the right coast love! There was some funny banter on their post of myn.. maybe this will help settle any legitimacy issues regarding the session. Making the most of whats on offer is what we do on the east coast! No complaints here, take it or leave it..! Thanks for the image and trusting my call on the strike! 📸@rick_adams_photography @easternsurfmag @fariassurfsport @waterbrothers @waxknuckles @rozbernsurf #NORTHERNRATTLER

[alecnasos]

I'm supporting my #waterbrother at #twistedrawartist show. How about you? (at House of Blues San Diego)

[adrian-olsen]

#waterbrother @itsbobatime #yum #boba #wayfarer4life @barbaraeberhart_bags (at BobaTime)

[barbaraeberhart]

We love how one of the most effortlessly #chic girls we know @adolsen styled her Barbara Eberhart Bag with a button up shirt, skinny jeans, and Raybans. #waterbrother

[spiritcat-blog]

Dream Sequence IV

Author: James Jesse Martin Folker

Music: Water Brother - the motions of grace, the hardness of the heart

The motions of grace, the hardness of the heart by Water Brother

I found myself in a foreign city. Everything was made of wood and we were suspended in air. There was no sight of the ground. All of the structures were built on levels. Instead of walking around through the streets you would climb up a wooden ladder to the next level. It was day time and I was climbing.

I kept climbing further and further looking for something. I had my phone and my keys in my hand. They were very important to me. I was very aware that they were in my hand and I did not want to lose them. As I was climbing there was a fear in me. A fear that something was coming to an end. I only had a few days left to protect something.  I knew I had to protect it with anything and everything.

As I was climbing, the town’s infrastructure began to weaken. The ladder began to wobble and shake the higher I climbed. As you climbed the level below you disappeared. There was no bottom. You could only go up.  As everything began to slowly come apart, I began to feel a presence in the dream. It was a dictator type character who was behind whatever was coming.  This being was bringing something uncomfortable into the dream. From this point on I felt anxious about what was to come.

When I reached the next level, a woman from Japan began to give me tea. This tea became something that I needed. I returned to her many times throughout the rest of the dream for a cup of this tea. The tea was green and served as a source of mana.

I began to climb again. The ladders continued to weaken. I had somebody with me. I couldn’t see them but if felt like I had a daughter with my. My daughter. We climbed together and it was getting difficult to climb and hold my keys. Eventually they were dropped and my daughter was heartbroken. She wouldn’t say anything about it but I knew. I told her it need to be done. She said nothing.

When we reached the next level there were guards present.  They belonged to the dictator. Their presence was much more spiritual than physical. It was a trapping feeling. I never saw them tough anybody but their presence created a panic inside of me that became frantic. I began to hide and sneak around to stay out of their sight. I saw the woman from Japan and she took us to her house. She became a protector of my daughter and I. There were never any words exchanged between myself and the Japanese woman. There was an understanding. The one time we did speak was when I asked her for some tea. She didn’t understand my English so I began to mime with my hands. When she put it together that I was asking for tea, she shook her head in a way to tell me that she had no more. Then her husband came from behind me and had a jar of red tea leaves. I could only see his outstretched arm with the jar in his hand. The woman shook her head and I understood that this tea was not for me.

I left the room knowing the end was coming. I went to the public bathroom. When I walked in there was only one stall and a sink outside of the stall. Three people were inside of the stall. Two men and one woman. Brothers and a sister. The woman spoke lightly of being attacked and raped. The two brothers were calm and told her that this is the way things are. They were not surprised or protective of their sister. When they noticed that I was standing there they thought I had been listening and shouted out to me, Threatening me. It seemed harmless. But I remained quiet and waited patiently for them to leave. When they left I walked into the stall and one of the brothers was standing in the corner of the stall. He was short, plump, pale, and bald. I began to pee and he stepped next to me. He began to talk to me.

“Have you read Atlas Shrugged?”

“No”

“It’s about a house of refuge. Those in the house feel safe and protected. They are also selfish men who neglect all men outside of their house.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“You live in this house.”

We began to fight. It wasn’t much of a fight. I kept throwing him down. The whole time he was laughing. He wouldn’t stop laughing. After I threw him down for the third time I walked out. When I walked outside I began to climb to the next level. After climbing for sometime the ladder began to weaken. It slowly cracked then snapped. I began to fall. Then I woke up.

-I have never read Atlas Shrugged.

[adrian-olsen]

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[barbaraeberhart]

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