WISHforLOVE...~BLOG#4~

04/14/09 ~blog#4~

Thank god we are out of Felicity. A wind blown road sign says Gila Bend 4 miles. I am hungry and I know Fritz needs a rest. It’s been a scorcher of a day. The drive has been shirtless and I wish the air conditioner worked.

“Hey, don’t blink we are at Gila Bend.”

“Good I am starved.”

“You’re a machine.”

“Pull over there.”

A large light blue one-story building stands out among all the others. The sign on top of the entrance says “Space Age Restaurant.” There are paintings of shuttles and astronauts surrounding this place. The entire spot looks like the puzzle piece that never fits anywhere. Gila Bend appears as if it were a nuclear town from the 1950’s that time forgot. A space café is the last thing we were expecting.

“We are eating there.”

“What a crazy looking place.”

Exhausted, we saunter into the restaurant. Inside they are playing elevator doo-wop on the jukebox. The checkerboard floors and chrome barstools give off the 1950’s diner vibe. Space murals of cosmonauts and planets adorn the walls along with old time photographs.

A rough looking brunette with caked makeup says.

“It’s open seating.”

We pick a table by the windows.

“You ready to order?”

“We just sat down.”

After waiting for 15 minutes the raggedy broke brunette comes back.

“You ready now?”

“Ya, were gonna split a Mexican Pizza. Coffee for me.”

“I’ll have a water.”

She brings out the food. It’s plain and boring. A flour tortilla with too much lettuce, shysty portions of tomatoes and cheese, and the taco meat was borderline Taco Bell. It’s a far cry from Taco Surf. Mowing it down we melt into the pleathery glitter cushions of the booth. Out the window the sun is fading fast.

Walking out of the mediocre diner we see a jaw dropping turn you out type of sunset. The wind has picked up and the American flag in front of the restaurant is cracking like a whip. Fritz is squinting his eyes to keep them open .The gusts are stinging with dust-sand and I wish I brought sunglasses.

“I am getting the kite.”

“Alright, just remember to stay away from the power lines.”

We hike up to the “Conference Room.” The view is pretty spectacular. The boxy Toy Story kite is pulling like a marlin. I think Fritz might fly off the roof.

“I’m gonna give it some slack.”

The kite darts out 40 feet. Sailing it around Fritz is 8 years old again.

“I am going to let out a little more line.”

Literally the kite is 3 feet away from the power lines.

“Ha, ha. Did you see that? Holy shit.”

“Bro, you are going to vaporize us. Reel it in”

I climb down the back ladder, shaking my head with a smile. Fritz hops back in the RV with kite in hand.

“That was awesome.”

“Yes Fritz, awesome enough to get electrocuted.” I say halfway serious.

“If were not abducted by cult members, there is always getting fried in the power lines.”

We laugh heading down the interstate to Scottsdale. We are going to the “Sacred G House” were his pal Josh lives.

“Joshua works with his buddies selling Sacred Geometry and energy infused oils. He takes care of the business end. There company is called “Wish For L.OV.E.””

“So who exactly are we visiting? And what do they do?”

“My buddy Joshua owns part of this company called Wish for Love. They sell posters and coasters with Sacred Geometry on them. The patterns are algorithms that have healing properties. Josh lives with there with his girlfriend Regan. She is a sort of fortune telling numerologist.”

“So they sell geometric patterns on paper? Do they make money any money?”

“I know it sounds different and I am not sure I buy into 100% of it but Josh believes it. So I don’t discount it.”

“Who else lives there?”

“Jacob lives there too. He is a musician and is the cook. You are gonna like him. I think he’s in charge of shipping.”

“So they have their own cook?”

“You’ll see when we get there. O h, Bro’ the house they live in is sick. You are gonna love it.”

“So who else lives there, Fritz? Are you saving the best for last?”

“Cory and his girlfriend Amanda also live there.” Fritz doesn’t elaborate. It’s quiet for a few moments.

“And they do what?”

“Cory founded the company. He was in a bad car accident when he was young and supposedly visited the other side. He has claimed to have hundreds of near death out of body experiences. Beings from those episodes taught him how to heal himself. The geometry is part of what they taught him.”

“You know how nuts that sounds right? What do you think of Cory?”

“Bro’ you make up your own mind about Cory. I can’t wait for the hot tub and they have awesome couches.”

“We are couching it tonight. Sweet. What does Amanda do?”

“I don’t know exactly what she does. Ask her when we get there. That oil that I am always wearing, 137 Essential Oils, they sell too and the company name “L.O.V.E. is an acronym for Laws of Vibrational Energy.” Any questions you have ask Josh.”

They live in the Mojave dessert. It is really far from the major part of Flagstaff, where I thought we’d be staying. We pull into a gated community. The houses look large. I pull out my cell phone and I have zero bars.

“We might have to park her outside of the community. I don’t think we are allowed to park inside.”

“Well can we find a spot inside for the night and move Hoe-Nay in the morning?”

“That will work. If not we will move her. That’s there house right there.”

I am starring at a thick Spanish-American style home. The rocky landscaping is lit up and outlining the house. Fritz and I scurry up the walk way and knock on the large white front door. At the base of the door there is a line of salt. It reminds me of some movie where salt was used to repel the bad guys. I am just saying.

Fritz pushes open the door and I can smell a concentration of the 137 Essential Oils. It’s an over powering mix of: anisette, eucalyptus, and lavender. From what I can smell it is not bad, it’s just over powering anything else. I guess if the RV smelled this way by the end of the trip I wouldn’t complain.

“Oh ya, the oil is supposed to positively charge the air too.”

Joshua comes out and gives Fritz one of the longest man hugs I’ve ever seen. I get a lesser version. Joshua has the light hair light eyes California guy look. Though his facial hair makes him look much older.

“Make yourselves at home. Everyone else is at the gym or still working.” His voice echoes through the empty house and off the 30-foot ceilings.

“I am ready for a hot tub.” Fritz says making his way through the sliding glass door of the atrium with padded floors.

We grab bottles of Hoegarden and hop into the pond of a Jacuzzi. I can see Fritz isn’t feeling so hot. He is stoked to see Joshua but the energy is low. I can feel it in myself too. My nose starts running and I am starting to get a headache.

“I need to lay down.”

“Me too.”

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I meet the inner workings of Wish for L.O.V.E.

Jacob is a huskier guy with a beard and dark features. He resembles a human version of a teddy bear. He is polite and standoffish.

“Hey Aaron, good to meet you.” Pulls me in for a hug. “You want a powershake with blueberries?”

He goes off to the kitchen.

Amanda is a sharp looking wispy white girl. There is something ballerina-esque with her posture and attire. She has an air about her that I cannot read.

“Nice to meet you.” She shakes my hand and disappears into the backrooms of the house.

Regan is the short bubbly boisterous chick. She has been laughing in between every word out of her mouth. Her upper lip looks like it was stung by bees, and even though she is wearing a Stevie Nicks shawl I can still notice her large fake cans. The Eryka Badu hair wrap and gypsy getup cannot hide the doctor’s touch.

“So good to meet you. Ha ha (smile).” Ass-out hug and she skips off to the opposite side of the house where her and Josh live.

Cory is a shirtless stout man with a very young face and baldhead. The contrast between the plugs in his ears, tribal tattoos wrapped around his upper torso, don’t match his smile or blue eyes.

“Aeh guy, Aaron right? Nice to meet you buddy.” Giving me a one-arm-hand-shake guy hug pat on the back.

Jacob comes back with shakes for Fritz and I they taste like they have Robutussin in them. At this point I am feeling sick enough I hope there is medicine in this concoction. I stomach it down and pass out on their plush couch.

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Fritz and I are delirious for the next couple of days. We are sick on the couches. Its weird too cause the sacred geometry is everywhere in the house and the oil too. The energy from our bodies is drained. We are in and out of consciousness and interaction with the people in the house.

At one point I was swinging around a glow in the dark octopus in the pitch-black atrium. Reagan came in and said, “Oh it’s you.” “Yes, who did you think it was?” “I thought the aliens were back.” With a serious face and went skipping back to her room.

Josh came and checked on us every once and a while. Cory and Jacob went outside and had cigarette breaks periodically throughout the days. A few brief encounters here and there and a dinner are forgettable, until.

“Fuck, you Cory.” Amanda shrieks. Something glass hits the wall and shatters.

“Fuck you bitch. You’re crazy.” Cory shouts.

“I am fucking done. You can’t keep doing this Cory.” Amanda’s ear-piercing voice echoes through the halls.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Cory shouts.

“You piece of shit.”

“Get the fuck out of here bitch. You’re psycho.” Cory says. A loud thud sounds from something hitting the wall.

“Josh! Jacob! Stop him!” Amanda screams. The hustle of footsteps breaks down the hall.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cory persists.

“Fuck you Cory. You can’t keep doing this.” She cries screaming.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Put me down. Ahhh Eeeaahhh!” Kicking and screaming she cries.

“Fuck off bitch.” The front door slams and locks.

We exit Joshua’s room. Fritz and I pack up our gear.

“Thank you for having us.” I say smiling at Joshua.

“Guys we can’t end it on that note.”

“We aren’t ending it on that note. Josh we’ll see you in Sedona.” I add.

“Lets have lunch.” Fritz suggests.

Reagan chases after Amanda. They take off in her maroon Eclipse.

“Guess we are having a guy lunch.”

We cruise for twenty minutes finding the restaurant. We pick a table outside and sit down. Cory and Jacob light up cigarettes.

“Cory, you need to cut her off. Get rid of that man. I had an ex-girlfriend that stabbed me with a fork and I kept her around, it only got worse.”

“Amanda went up to Canada after the first time we broke up and fucked my ex-wife.” Cory says.

“That is brutal. I recommend getting rid off all the photos and presents. Anything that reminds you of her, get rid of it. Delete all the nice e-mails and text messages.”

“What about the girl that stabbed you with a fork?” Cory remarks.

“She ended up sleeping with a supposed friend I had been boys with for over 10 years. Than I got rid of everything she ever made or gave me. I cut her off, the dude too.” I say.

“One time we were in the car and she started screaming, punching, and kicking me. I slammed her into the door. She ended up ripping off her clothes and running around a parking lot naked. Then she jumped back in the car and started sucking her thumb, like a baby.” Cory says.

“Dude, that might have been a red flag.” I remark.

“With a company called Wish for Love, you can’t afford to go to jail for domestic abuse.” Jacob adds.

“Nobody can afford that shit.” Fritz says and changes the subject. “I am stoked on shopping for Burning Man gear in Sedona?”

Cory interrupts.

“One year at Burning Man I took an entire bag of mushrooms then went into a pitch black box with a flashlight and a Ouija Board for 5 hours.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“It was intense. Blah blah blah.” That is the last thing I heard him say.