Gypsy Davy

Gypsy Davy told me
Gypsy Davy said
One day you're gonna wake up dead

So I said to Davy
And this is what I said
The songs I sing will bring you
To the place of the undead


My friend David W. on Orcas has a lot of talent and skill.   His rich dad was backing him to lend a hand taking care of David's only child.   He bought the 1.2 acres Judy owned which was the best outcome since Paul left Judy high and dry with Peter to raise by herself. I stayed with Judy for a couple of seasons trying to get her set up in the candle business with a little shop by the roadside as you continue into Eastsound.
   Davy developed a business of hammered Dulcimers which are rare and beautiful to play on those cold and lonely nights by the fire.  He also played a 1750 era violin built in France which had the marvelous tone that is so sought after by violinists worldwide.               

      Melissa, his daughter is full of life and wanted to become a doctor. This means a lot of schooling. On Orcas, it can be expensive to school your kid at the Montessori School of Excellence.  He had to sell, sell, sell in order to make ends meet.  He is  enterprising. He always made it to the Eastern Washington Barter Fair to sell his wares and enjoy the people who came to this gathering. 

       As a single man, he turned into a ladies man.  He always seemed to have a new girlfriend each season. Casual sex ruled on Orcas. I would say most of the young guys admired us both because we knew how to get some on the sly.
    Davy was always one step ahead of me.  When Mark and Debra lost interest in The Migrant because of all the work involved, Davy and his Dad bought it out from under them.  I really wanted that ship but lacking the capital made it impossible. I did a lot of work on that boat before she was sold and never got paid for the jobs I did. Such is life on Orcas.

    One day I was helping him put the roof together on the little house he was building for Melissa. He offered me some dried fruit or at least, it looked that way.  I started feeling the effects of peyote coursing through my veins. It was not all unpleasant but it made me stop work and sit down to meditate. When this happens, I start channeling energy like crazy so I could do nothing more in the physical world. 

    We both developed a case of the grins to where the face muscles hurt. Against good advice, I decided to power bike on home which was roughly 2 miles away.  I finally made it to Roehls Hill Road and had the steep climb up to my encampment.  It was all too much for me to take in.    

       I was glad to finally crawl into my down bag and dream away the rest of the peyote. My dreams were profound.  

    That was the night Steve Jobs died of liver cancer.   He actually came to me out of body trying to understand my role in this Great Mystery.  

    I had no clue for him except to enjoy my own life as much as possible.  I hope I helped him with his transition into the spiritual world..     

     Liver cancer is so painful. It turns your skin yellow since the body can't process the bilirubin. The only thing that could have saved him is a transplant.  It was his decision not to get a transplant. Apple computers or Macintosh computers were his inventions.

       Apple Corp was actually the name of the Beatles record label which was an adaptation from that massive operation.  The Beatles were as big financially as many countries. I was surprised he was so conscious. I always thought of him as a narrow minded businessman. People can change radically at the time with much reflection about death.

  I saw great suffering in the transplant wing at Mayo Clinic. The reality is you can take as much as half the liver and transplant it. The liver will rejunvenate itself so feeding that regrowth is of paramount importance.