Riding Through Washington
WRITTEN BY CHRISTIAN KÖHLERT
Al(l)One On The Road
I have been in the US for more than a week now. At first it felt quite awkward. I travelled all alone. Jens was not allowed to cross the boarder because of a contaminated “weedgrinder”. Still everything worked out fine. Our vehicle, which I named “Frederique” (the girl’s name with a long “e”), was doing her job flawlessly. Sometimes she is a little bit shaky, like an old vessel in rough seas, but that just underlines her coziness. You need patience to ride along with her.
The slow drive crossing the Okanogan-Wenchee National Forest wasn’t difficult. This road led me through a beautiful valley with Bavarian villages and steep climbs. Actually it was an American version of a Bavarian village. I felt like I was back in Germany for a while. Well, not really! At least I got the gist of what they tried to imitate.
The situation changed dramatically when I arrived on the other side of the mountains. The energy shifted. For the first time I was out of my vacation-like vibration. The vegetation got boring. The general pace got faster. Now I had to drive on highways where I constantly got passed by huge trucks. That never happened to me back in Germany.
Leaving Jens behind and crossing the boarder to Washington, USA
Muddy Banks Of The Wishkah
I stayed one night in Everett, passed through Seattle and proceeded on to Aberdeen, Washington. This was a consciously chosen waypoint on my journey through this state. Aberdeen is the birthplace of Kurt Cobain – one of the role-models of my generation. What the Rolling Stones and the Beatles had been for the baby-boomers and hippies, the band Nirvana was to those of us who grew up in the late 70’s and early 80’s.
The immense impact that “grunge” music had on our generation could only be outdone by the untimely fall of Nirvana’s lead singer and guitarist, Kurt Cobain. It was devastating.
There are many theories about how and why Kurt died. I don’t want to go into that at this point, but surely there are some controversies and inconsistencies in the official story. Anyhow, he is dead! Allegedly a suicide. There were many news stories when he died, and many unfortunate young people imitated his tragic demise. I guess he was one of those personas you could call anti-heros that shaped my whole generation. Anyhow, even today I like to listen to his songs! Back in the 90’s Nirvana and other grunge bands like Pearl Jam influenced my taste of music. So I had go to Aberdeen.
Bridge over the muddy banks of the wishkah river
Gosh – what a depressing environment! Maybe it had to do with the cloudy weather I suddenly got confronted with, but I strongly sensed this new quality – a shift in vibration.
I drove Frederique directly to the Kurt Cobain monument on the muddy banks of the Wishkah. It is a sculpture of an oversized guitar. Frederique didn’t like the narrow street I had to go down, all scattered with old rust buckets. I guess my depressive mood peaked around this point.
Next to the sculpture is a bridge where homeless people had put up their improvised shelters. There are many of them! All those failed characters were roaming the city. Just imagine a zombie apocalypse. Don’t worry – they don’t bite. Most of them don’t even ask you for some change, because they are too busy mumbling to themselves. It is dreadful. I have to admit that this actually shocked me. It might be worse in other places, but I personally never saw this kind of devastation caused by drug abuse. I feared, if I had to endure this vibe any longer I might end up with a crack pipe myself. I left the next day.
Aberdeen, Washington – Birthplace of Kurt Cobain of Nirvana
Back To Oregon
Crossing the border to Oregon and following the 101 southbound, I once more felt a strong shift of energy. It all got quite fancy from this point. The vegetation and nature became much more interesting and beautiful.
I had been to a small National Park not far from Aberdeen, swimming in a pristine lake. So I don’t want to assert that it is hard to find nice sites in this area of Washington. Still, Oregon resonated much more with me.
I had been here in Oregon before – about 2 years ago. Therefore I had this warm feeling of returning to a place I associate with positive memories. The reason why I feel this way has to do with a couple of old friends I have in Oregon. To be precise, I haven’t known them for so long. It is just that they could easily be my parents. That is why I use this attribute “old”. Nevertheless, they are quite young in their minds (aside from random moods of stubbornness). I will tell you in another entry about those fellows. They are quite interesting in their individual uniqueness.
Entering Oregon from the 101
Objects With Consciousness
Instead of telling you about my friends here, I would rather like to report on something I observed with “Frederique”. I believe she has a form of consciousness! That might sound strange, of course.
Anyhow, it feels to me that our mind is a powerful asset, capable of giving consciousness even to mere physical systems. That is how I see it in my reality.
Since traveling all by myself, I have developed a kind of relationship with our vehicle. I talk to her many times a day. In the morning, before we start our next trip, I empower her with a serious designation. Addressing her with a humble respect I express my gratitude for her effort to safely move my ass to the next destination, giving me shelter and enduring the stress of being passed by gigantic trucks. Like every conscious being she is amenable to the strongest force in the universe: Love!
Many people do that instinctively with all kind of objects. Most folks who give their possessions names and treat them like conscious beings would hardly admit that they mean it seriously. I suspect their inner wisdom knows better about their hidden abilities.
This assumption – that we are able to project a form of consciousness into physical objects – makes absolutely sense from the perspective that our whole reality, which we call daily life, is a mental projection – a manifestation of thought patterns. In fact all external sensations are created by consciousness. Created by one consciousness which works through all that is. It is the source of Oneness.