Here it is the first of July and we are once again looking at a blank slate in the ongoing challenges of our Journey to Find a Home. We have been up and down, back and forth, left, right and all around giving the situation every opportunity to manifest, while at the same time diligently practicing the art of ‘no manipulation’ efforts, keeping a very positive outlook, and ‘showing up’ every time for each new phase or option stepping into our reality. The last one of ‘goin’ fishin’ in the Osa Peninsula took a weird turn when the reality of the living situation became more prevalent over the illusion of what we believed that it could be. Remembering that our reality is indeed created by our belief systems, and also that we are indeed becoming better as creators in this human consciousness shift zone that we are all imbedded into at this point of our human evolutionary Journey, you would think we’d be getting the hang of manifestation. However, being the ‘mere’ humans that we are with one foot still dragging in 3D, our ability to truly believe in how magic we all really are gets challenged with experiences that want to lead us back into the doubt zone…which really sucks. The right to choose, albeit again and again, remains priority.
This Journey of ours of looking for our new home has led us into some of the most wild and wonderful places that this country has to offer (not to mention the Journey we had prior to being here, but that is another blog…), even if our visit to these wild places only lasted for a short time, the ability to go and experience so many places and see so much of this amazing country has been a blessing. Eyes wide open, hearts wide open, drop the expectations (um, yeah – right) and enjoy the ride! Ah and yes, the tools of the Spiritual Warrior come in handy, as well. I must say that living way up here on this remote jungle mountain with very little outside contact has sharpened our tools of awareness! We are certainly getting good at reading a situation in a shorter period of time instead of the old ‘habit’ of being stubborn and insisting that ‘we can do it, just be positive’ – LOL (Insert ‘choose again’ here!)
So as we were considering the move to the Osa another opportunity showed up in our mailbox. A young man with a good size chunk of land way up in the mountains only about 45minutes ride horseback from the infamous and very remote and wild La Amistad International Park, needed some help with setting his property up – his dream…which was creating a sustainable living environment utilizing the gifts of the land. The story is interesting because this piece of property was on the edge of a small community that lives way up there,
and the gringo impact is about -2%. Gringos haven’t migrated into this area much at all, few of them live in this good size region and this is how the locals like it – without what comes with Gringos, keeping their space as it has been for a long time, growing cacao and coffee. (Worthy mention here is that every house has a television, and most have a satellite dish, everyone has a cell phone – lifestyles have definitely changed in the past twenty years here in this country, digital footprints.) A local has been in charge of the campo on the property, and of developing the land to plant cacao and coffee, for many years. The owner is a gringo, but has a local family and has generously donated some of the land to the local community for a high school and a cemetery. Thus far they have been good to him, but there is more to the story.
Unfortunately, as I have mentioned before when speaking of cultural differences and people being people regardless of their background – well, the old habits ingrained in the culture will come out, the truth of their reality is quite real and evident…if you look to see. This is where the Journey started…
Since our arrangements to go and have a look at this situation were done via email and long distance phone calls, and since the local man speaks espanol solemente, we knew that there would be a language challenge even though my espanol is getting pretty fluent – at least I can communicate. The plan was to go camp out at their campo for a couple of nights and have a look at the property to assess the situation and meet the help, etc. We had planned to leave before light the next morning, we had got our camping supplies in order (working on getting ready for a couple of days, food, gear, blah blah), made a last minute trip to town down the hill and got home as the rains began. It was raining like dumping cats and Iguanas! Crazy raining without a break, lightning and thunder – holy cow! At this point we were listening to the message of the rain gods and wondering should we go or not? After it rained all night and continued to sprinkle into the morning, we decided to watch and see. By the time coffee was done it was sunny and we got with the flow to go, packed her up and headed on a Journey up into the mountains of ‘never been there before’ – butting up against the immense and towering Talamancas.
I have to say that everything up until this time was as positive and supportive as anyone could hope for; there was total excitement on both sides for the potential of making this land become a dream, even to the point that we were given a total green light to be the masters of this creation – which is awesome. We were excited to head out for a camping trip in these remote wild mountains on a new finca. The weather was perfect for traveling and we made excellent time, not much out to slow us down, as we followed the red muddy and very swollen river inland we realized how much it had been raining up in the mountains, we had never seen it bigger than that and the season is still very young. All was great until we reached the nearest ‘big’ town after the main road turnoff – there was a significant vibrational shift that was not so comfortable. As we headed up the long climbing road to the higher elevations the views were absolutely amazing – you could see the Rio Terraba
that we had left far below in its amazing muddy glory and views into the mountainous distance that were absolutely incredible.
Soon there were houses appearing near fields planted with coffee, and then the houses were multiplying and we realized that we had arrived in the village next to the finca.
We waved and smiled to the locals, who waved back – most reluctantly, some honorably. We connected with the local man that worked the finca and spoke to him at his home along the road, and definitely felt resistance…he barely had much to offer in answers, which seemed curious. While we were there we asked him about all of the supplies and tools that purportedly were stored at his house…where were they? He pointed to a few items mentioning that was it, hmmm…He climbed into the truck and showed us to the finca, and to the campo.
This is where the sense of humor was summoned. We have been campers since we were kids, both of us, and spent lots of time camping with our kids as they grew up, not a new venture for us. This was a ‘well established’ camp site with tarps over the kitchen area and tent, outdoor shower, dry wood, etc. Okay, this looked rustic and well used, but do-able. The cacao area all around the campo had been cleared and planted, about half of the cacao seedlings, and there were beautiful young coffee seedlings lined up neatly in their bags ready to plant, hopefully in August. We could not see more cleared area to accommodate the remaining cacao, and our guide wasn’t interested in showing us the supposedly cleared area for the coffee. To see the outline of the property we hopped in the truck and took a drive around the finca, before setting up camp. The finca was one solid stand of second growth jungle, obvious that it had been logged many years before, and what had grown back was thin, scraggly and densely packed jungle brush with some decent size trees. There was a river running through the middle of the finca, at the lowest part of the property, and there was a spring…we had understood that there were several springs but our guide only knew of one. As we reached the uppermost corner of the property we tried to make a phone call to our interpreter friend to help us get some better answers, having some difficulty with ‘el habla muy prisa’ (guide talking way too fast), but for the sake of sam, there was not a signal to be found on the phone. Here it was on the ridge way up high looking down on the land and across the miles of mountains and no signal – not a tower in sight (which actually is a good thing, considering). We inched down the road (roll, check, roll and check – nada) where we finally grabbed a signal at the bottom to make the call, all the while asking him where we might find one (he lives there, right? And el todo mundo has a cell phone for pete’s sake). Anyway, we finally made contact with our interpretor (as the guide pulls out his own cell phone at that moment – ??? – sure as caca he knew where the signals were) who spoke with the guide to clear up some questions and answers, and the guide was as vague with him as he was with us. What was up here?
Alrighty then, we continue our tour around the farm roads, which were almost not passable – and it was dry as the rains had been heavy only in the mountains above, not here – and we continued to ask him where his intention of planting the coffee was. He kept pointing and telling us in ‘that’ section of the farm, below the road. Okay, now if I was going to plant coffee on a farm I would certainly pick a spot to work on next to a road, in the right sun exposure, and work my way in from the road into the jungle, clearing as you go. He continued to indicate that the land that had been cleared was ‘in there’…no sign whatsoever of any traffic, from any spot along the road. Interesting…
Back at the campo we continued our talk about the plans for the camp, looking beyond it where the old farmhouse once stood a very long time ago. There were piles of old black planting bags everywhere from the cacao that had been planted, and the obvious efforts of nine years of work were what we considered to be quite lazy, and perhaps not totally honest. The vagueness of the information that the guide had given us, as well as his reluctance to be of much help on any level was certainly ‘strike one’ in our books, so we sent him home to return the next day. We then headed out to check out the spring, because having your own water in a sustainable living situation is first up, even if the town has plenty of water you still have to pay for it. The spring turned out to be a bog spring or a seep spring which would be fine for gardens, but not to drink – all the water being on top of the ground and not from deep and high. Then we saw the field above that had been sprayed with roundup – strike two, the spring was now polluted. These folks here believe that roundup is their god given salvation and believe that it does no harm, the government gives it to them to use and they use it liberally. In fact, now the weeds here are becoming resistant to it so they are making it stronger…go figure.
This was not looking so good. The mosquitos were starting to come out in masse, so we decided to make camp as it would be dark soon; I headed for the tent only to find a small hole in the floor with some small black ants going in and out. Un-oh, not good. Called Mate over and we both did some searching, there was a grand trail just outside that was heading under the tent, and a small cooler inside with some stored dry food in it was completely invaded by the invasive obnoxious and annoying critters, so I promptly removed that. Mate started sweeping the ants and all of a sudden there were more and more and more and they were crawling up his feet and legs…OMG, what these nasty critters do is send out an army and when there are enough in place they send out the signal ‘BITE!’ and they all bite at once, releasing this horrible acid whatever and it hurts and itches and leave welts for days. Do we want to sleep here tonight? Strike three – no way. Where do we sleep? We are way out in the boondocks, more than an hour away from any decent size town, and that was further away from home…so, we packed her up and left. This was NOT going to work.
We had repeatedly asked our guide if it was possible to rent a house in the village while we could build a house, and was there a pasture nearby that we could put the horses, and he repeatedly said there was nothing available…it was becoming quite obvious that these locals didn’t want us there. Not just us, but especially gringos that would live there, and be in charge and oversee any projects, and tell them what to do – they would have to work, for crying out loud, for their wages (watching television is a bad habit)! Well we could see that this was the deal, they were being paid for doing nothing (obviously, nine years and this was it?). Once again looking at a situation where major change would have to take place and the resistance to this change was more than we would be willing to take head on – not good for being gringos in a very old local community, trouble from day one – been there and done that.
Of course we were sorely disappointed, and we knew that our news would break the property owner’s heart (he needed someone there to make this happen), but this is one of those reality checks where one has to make a decision of continuing on to insist on change, or allowing it to be and seeking a more peaceful and inviting venture. Our vote was to go home, which we did, but we did buy a quart of beer in the large town at the bottom of the mountain to ease our frustration, or at least help to forget the stinging ant bites. At least we didn’t have to pack up in the middle of the night (or sooner) while under attack! Not willing to allow that, for sure. Driving home in a bit of a shock, we still had to giggle in our beer about the what the day revealed. One more situation presented to us that invited us to take on a big challenge only to find out after much work and money that it would not work; or, to skip this one also and to have the patience and BELIEF that the one we are looking for is also looking for us.
After a good night’s sleep and a lot of reviewing of the day’s journey, we were able to have some pretty good laughs, especially about some of the situations we find ourselves in…ah, the experiences accumulate LOL