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The Great Gold Rush of 1987

There’s a hard way to accumulate golden riches, and there’s an easy way.  Here’s an example of the hard way.  The easy way will be revealed, just read on!

I had the extreme pleasure to work in the Southern Highlands of Papua New Guinea in 1987.  Working for a global survey company was both adventurous and exciting. I got the call to action when a helicopter crash took out half the crew and they needed fresh warm bodies to fill the void, and fast!

I raised my hand and was sent to get a dozen vaccinations, then caught a flight to the capital city of Port Moresby PNG, via Auckland New Zealand and Sydney Australia.  I didn’t have much time to relax and before I could register where I was going,  ”Where the Hell on Earth am I?”

Port Moresby, the capital city of PNG is incredibly different than any place I’d ever been before. It had a pungent flavor all its own. The sights,  sounds, and dangers were nothing compared to what I was about to experience as I boarded the flight to Tari.  Located in the Southern Highlands Region of PNG, Tari was like stepping into a whole new “Old World.”

The “Huli Clan” locals were there to greet us when we landed.  I guessed the daily high there is watching the planes land and seeing the white strangers come and go.

Seems there is a different sub clan  in every valley here. The men dress up in there finest clay paint and jewelry, most wearing living wigs, woven from their own hair and adorned with feathers and beautiful flower blossoms. Like the many birds of paradise that live in the wilds, the men wear the most vibrant costumes and the women are  more plain in their cosmetics and self decoration.

The Huli males main duty is to hunt and the women do the farming and raise the children and pigs. Pigs are used as a sign of wealth and come in handy for paying a hefty dowry to the father of the bride. Before currency was created in PNG,  money was in the form of pigs and the beautiful shell money the clans used to make their necklaces. It’s a fact that the Southern Highlands were discovered by Australian European gold seekers in the early 20th century, the clans first glimpse of the strange looking white fellows.

Working in the Southern Highlands was like stepping back in time a few hundred years, in fact the people there were first discovered in the 1935 by gold prospectors. They used tools made of a hard green stone. The art of metallurgy hadn’t been invented yet and tribesmen lived by hunting and agriculture and some died in warfare and skirmishes with their neighboring clans. Cannibalism  was a common event back in the day. I hear it still goes on in the remote areas, for special occasions!

These days most every man carries a weapon or three, whether it be bow and arrows, razor sharp machetes and knives.  I really didn’t want to do anything to anger these modern day warriors.  Deep down, beyond the ferociousness,  they were good people.   I was invited often to sit with them and eat sweet potato, tin fish and rice around the fire, sharing stories, singing and laughing!

As for my story, I was dropped right into the middle of this twilight zone and was hungry for an adventure most can’t imagine, or even dream about. I got all I could handle in five months there and enough stories to last a lifetime!

There was a recent mudslide on Mount Kari that uncovered a treasure trove of pure gold nuggets. The men of the  clans took over the mountain and harvested all the gold they could, even using rented helicopter shuttle services to go back and forth to the site at a hundred dollars a pop. I saw young men come to town with jars filled with gold, some nuggets were as big as my hand! It was amusing to see some of these kids try to drive brand new trucks they had purchased with their precious gold. Driving wasn’t a common skill in Mt. Tari as there were very few roads. Our crew got around by helicopter and lived in a bush camp cut out of the tropical rain forest.

The mining company that owned the mineral rights to the mountain and gold were wise in that they didn’t want to go in and start a major conflict with the locals. They figured they would let them skim the surface gold and go in with the heavy equipment later on. What they didn’t anticipate was the clever tribesmen also discovered they could rent heavy equipment and keep right on mining! It was better drama than the great California Gold Rush and I got to play a part in that living movie! It wasn’t always fun and games.

Working and flying in helicopters in the Southern Highlands is risky business.  After having lost four crew members to broken backs that occurred when their chopper went down on an isolated hill top, it was always on our minds as we flew to and from the job site from our “Little Camp in the Jungle.”

Our base camp consisted of basic pole structures covered in bright yellow poly plastic and split bamboo floors. We each had our own small cabin house and the large kitchen and mess hall was where we spent most of our free time. There was a solar heated shower and an ultra violet water purification system that was replenished by the daily downpours that came right around 2 PM and lasted most of the night. We had a chef and camp workers and administrators that took care of our laundry and needs, who spent many hours trying to dry our clothes in the damp cool high altitude jungle environment. They found the only way to do it was to hand dry the clothing by using a electric iron powered by a large diesel generator system. I realized this when I got a shirt back with a nice iron shaped burn hole in it.

The scene reminded me of the old black and white “Tarzan” series I loved to watch as a child. It was quite comfortable living there at the camp in the middle of a limitless tropical rain forest. The variety of butterflies and moths were beyond description. Birds of Paradise flitting from tree to tree in the immense hardwood forest. Then there was the colorful local hunter warriors who put on displays of marksmanship with their bows and arrows. The have an arrow for every purpose,  arrows for small and large animals, arrows for birds, even special poison tipped arrows for “shooting man.”

Working there was anything but comfortable, the Yin and Yang of every life experience. There should be a balance of good and negative, but it doesn’t always work out that way.  For every amazingly beautiful butterfly, there was also a hundred evil mosquitoes that would love to infect you with malaria. Three out of six of the crew members contracted malaria the five months we were there, not the best odds.

There are snakes that will kill you in a matter of minutes, if you happen to be the unfortunate one who got bit.  I recall a local native running up to us one afternoon as we sat in a running helicopter.  He pulled open the door and thrust a Taipan,  into our faces.  He laughed as he told us no worries, as he had already killed his lethal buddy. LOL

As for our  flying around with helicopters in high risk situations, I remember well the time we were trying to beat the daily afternoon fog that threatened to ground us in untamed jungle, overnight, with no shelter or food, in the constant pouring rain.

The pilot had just returned to work after a nasty bout of jungle fever that helped him lose eighty pounds in a matter of weeks, and he was still weak from the illness.  As we circled and gained altitude, the fog rolled in over the mountain tops.  We neared the ridge and it was obvious that the pilot wasn’t absolutely sure we were going to make it.  We closed in on the ridge line and his hand began to frantically work the collective, trying to gain altitude and clear the ridge top while fighting winds and fog. We just barely avoided a collision with the mountain slope and he managed to jerk the ship around 180 degrees and head the opposite way.  A shower and change of underwear was in order as soon as we landed safely in camp, along with sincere prayers of gratitude for our safe return.

Walking a line cut through thick rain forest was a daily hazard. Since it rained virtually 12 hours most every day, the survey line was a slippery slope of up and down radical hill sides, littered with downed trees and vegetation and mud. Equipment had to be packed by our local labor help. They were used to hiking the mountains,  lean and strong like body builders and happy to have a job. They would sing as they worked, eerie echoes in the forest when heard from a distance. They lived and worked with the ghosts of their ancestors, spoke with them, honored them and also feared them.

Our boots and clothing were constantly wet and covered in mud.  One of our core crew had to camp in a tent every night to take data and operate the systems. There’s nothing like having to crawl out of a  small tent at 2 am in a deluge and fuel the generator before it died and the computers shut down. Listening to the most incredible noises imaginable from all the night critters, bugs, beetles, moths bigger than my hand and who knows what else. It was magic and nightmare, fearful and spectacular at the same time! It was the job I loved and hated.

As we worked day after day for five months straight, we were able to amass a sizable amount of money. There was no place to spend money there and everything was taken care of, food, shelter, and alcohol. We were too tired to do much after work but shower, eat and try to dry off, warm up and sleep. It was bone chilling at night when the rains came hard and heavy. Get up the next day and do it all over again.

I had a great desire to buy some of that gold I had held in my hand at the assayers office in Tari. Near the end of our contract I went to town and traded some hard earned greenbacks for a few ounces of native gold nuggets, about 20 karat in purity. Just having a hand full of solid gold felt so good, it has such substance and weight to it.

The color of gold makes a heart flutter. Gold is truly Gods money, a natural creation, untouched or altered.  The final challenge was smuggling it out of the country through customs.  I succeeded at that, didn’t go to jail and kept that gold safe for many years.     I even had my wedding rings crafted from it. That’s a different story!

These days its much easier to get your hands on currency grade gold. I buy it a gram at a time and it only takes me a couple minutes from start to finish! I don’t have to battle snakes or fight the elements. Like King Midas, I turn flimsy green and purple paper into precious yellow gold. I watch the value grow as the dollar dwindles more and more every day. Better yet, I get my gold for free by referring others to start their own free gold savings plan.

No more pigs, shells, paper, plastic or promises. I’m saving my future, one gram at a time!











Aesop – The Ant and the Grasshopper

The Ant and the Grasshopper

In a field one summer’s day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest.

     “Why not come and chat with me,” said the Grasshopper, “instead of toiling and moiling in that way?”

     “I am helping to lay up food for the winter,” said the Ant, “and recommend you to do the same.”

     “Why bother about winter?” said the Grasshopper; “We have got plenty of food at present.” But the Ant went on its way and continued its toil.

     When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger – while it saw the ants distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew: It is best to prepare for days of need.

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Welcome 2014!

Summer 2011 123Summer 2011 123JanuarySummer 2011 123 is almost upon us and one less day of winter. Busy planning the next trip to paradise, I yearn for white sand this winter and a hut on the hill, an ocean view, fresh coconut juice and papaya, fish and rice, how nice!

We’re building a typhoon resistant pentagon shaped home this time out of concrete and steel, one that is hard to knock down and will stand for a century, or more… I expect my children’s children will be born in that house and we will build it to last!

I’ll hang my hammock and plant my garden, grow my roots and plan my day around the rising sun and tides, the fishing boats and afternoon showers. It will allow me to tune into my inner voice, my creative flow will manifest unfettered by the noise and jabber of so called civilization.


Okay, Winter’s here already!


It’s about time to drag out the long johns and boots again, warm stocking cap and gloves.  After three beautiful sunny days in the 50′s and 60′s, it has turned to winter, literally overnight!

I didn’t quite get all my fall chores done, old man Winter caught me with my sandals on.  Anyway, it is what it is and I’ll just take it in stride this year and not complain about the cold too much.  With all the disasters, Typhoons and Tornadoes, do I really have any right to complain?

You are having 10 inches of snow in the West and North, and 1/2 inch of ice down south.  Here in Kansas City we’re getting a little rain and tomorrow down to 10 degrees, quite balmy really.

I’m gearing up for the season, new tires on the Blazer and organize my office for some serious online marketing time spent in the comfort of my cozy man loft!

Ti’s the Season to grow your business!

Winter’s here already!

Scuba divers hideaway paradise!

Just returned to uncivil-my-nation from paradise island. The political stew is burning on the stove, really stinking up the place. It seems hopeless here, everything is spinning out of whack. You can’t avoid the constant bantering on the news about this candidate or that one.  It’s a no-win shituation regardless who takes the helm, the world is in a world of trouble.

It was only a week ago I was enjoying tropical paradise with family in Sabang, Puerto Galera, Philippines. Isolated from the news and world events, we relaxed and rested at a little known divers town where the world stands still. The main decisions of the day are fish or chicken and if the water is clear or a bit off from the recent rains, and where are we going to dive today? With dozens of pristine dive locations within minutes of the resort, it can be a difficult decision to make!

Getting there is not so easy, you fly into Manila Madness, take a bus to the port and a hour and a half ferry ride to Sabang. We faced huge waves and sea sickness to get there, but it was worth every bump, crash and roller wave! My wife might tell you different..

Where else can you get a room by the pool for twelve dollars a night? Everything we needed within walking distance, we had all the time for ourselves, no hurry or bother, just chilling on the beach! We stayed at the “Big Apple,” where rooms are nice, service is sweet and they don’t charge rental fees on dive gear.

The town is built into the hillside, like a European Villa, you walk from shop to shop on narrow ally ways, barely wide enough for two people. Restaurants are everywhere and offer everything from pizza to steak to dried fish and rice. You could rent an apartment for a month and cook your own for pesos a day. The party lasts all night long!

A divers mecca, but not as busy as some dive areas. You can dive all day long and not see another fin. There are so many incredible dive sites it keeps everyone spread out.  The variety of reef and marine life is beyond words, you’ll just have to experience it for yourself!

I could stay there forever, but the world calls me back into the insanity of politics, work, greed and technology. At least for a few more years, when I can let go of the rat race and live with my family for the sunrise and set, fresh fruit and fish, daily dives, the reef and coconut palms. When I transcend this earthly plane please bury me in the deep blue sea!


I Wish I could do that…

Heard those famous words at church today. Prosperity is a tough nail to hammer, if you are off course it won’t go. In fact you will attract that what you are focused on, and more of it! May be you’re hitting your thumb a lot.

So keep a close watch on what you think about and what you speak. Thoughts and words have power in them and it’s a constant effort to live in truth.  Truth is you can do that, that and much, much, more!

The Times, they Really are a Changing!

Just love!

We got back to the basics about the Holy-days this year. More quality time and effort was spent with family and friends than past years and the whole material aspect was put aside. The kids and grand-kids were more concerned about family time than on “What do I get?” Perhaps the harder times are bringing out the best in all of us?

One positive side to a weak economy is that I see more and more people are refusing to buy into the hype and go into debt over the Holy-days. My grand-daughter made me the most exquisite card and gift in school. I am delighted every time I see the snow man photo frame she made me, and the hand made cutout card she spent so much time on,  it means more to me than a new whatchamagigger ever did!

My kids were just happy to see me, forgetting about the gifts. Since we’ve been scattered the past few years, its easy to see whats most important in their eyes and hearts. A day on the beach or on a frozen lake brings an incredible level of joy and happiness, more than a cruise trip to the Bahama’s and much more affordable too!

A simple celebration under the coconut palms is worth more to me than a trip to Disneyland, any day. There is food, fun, conversation and laughter, not to mention a gallon jug of home made buko wine passed around the circle. Someone brings a basket full of fresh papaya, mango’s or fried bananas and sweetbread, it doesn’t get any better!

It’s true, challenges and hard times tend to bring the best out in all of us. Maybe these troubled times are just the way God and the Universe have of rebooting humanity, when people can give more love than hate or fear, we’ll have the solutions we need to truly prosper! 2012 will test us, and bring out the best if we let it!

Happy New Year to All!

Blue Gold and Belief

The commodity of the future is something more precious than metals or oil. Without it, we would perish and many countries are facing that grim scenario.

We are blessed in the United States in that we hold the biggest natural supply of this life giving substance than any other country. We are truly living in a land of “Milk and Honey,” but the problem affects all who live in the United States on many levels. Towns and cities are drying up here too, as we speak!

Fresh water will dictate politics and the wars of the future. With climate change and the desertification of major population centers around the world, fresh water will be the only real commodity. Let’s face the truth, when a body lacks water it dies in a matter of hours. It’s quite the same when a region dries up, forests turn to deserts and blow away. Life becomes impossible. “Existence,” as we know it, is impossible in either scenario.

What will become of 2/3 of the worlds population that depends on this life source, and is losing their very life blood and existence? Time will tell the story, perhaps Jesus or Aliens will come down from the heavens to help us out.

Or, we may come together as one “humanity” and figure out solutions to the problems facing the world and it’s, inhabitants. We may advance in intelligence to the point of knowing that wars need to become obsolete and cooperation the new model, if we want to survive as a species.

Unbelievable, right? That belief is what keeps us from living in a prosperous heavenly world. Amazing things happen when a group of people come together and believe!




Faith vs Fear, Christmas season 2011

It’s hard to remain positive in these “End of Days” times.  According to the media, the whole world is hell bent and successful on bringing us all down. Just for a twisted kind of fun, I did my own experiment.

For starters, take a look at the headlines, I just picked the first 5 that pop up on Yahoo, MSN, or any major news provider. Here is my list from Yahoo as of right now, today December 8th. You can make your own evaluation at just about any time, any day, anywhere.

This is only an observation. What prompted me to write this post was an email I received from “Mind Movies,” a company that preaches the power of  making your own positive imaging slide show or video for personal growth and prosperity. This email was promoting an end of times as we know it video on the collapse of the world economy, and how to profit during the impending doom and unbelievable hard times to come.

For example at the top of the list is…

Alabama GOP leaders have second thoughts on immigration - Maybe they passed this state legislation a bit hastily, having harassed legal foreign workers to the point companies don’t want to do business here anymore.

Number 2 on the list is…

Senate rejects Democratic payroll tax cut proposal - Politics as usual.


Here’s amazing number 3…

EPA says fracking may have caused polluted groundwater  – Opp’s! Sorry we ruined your only source of water! We’ll do better next time!

Number 4 is a bit milder…

Rabbi to become Army chaplain, beard and all, court rules - This one is the result of centuries old religious practice of not trimming one’s beard. Tell that to Sergeant Slaughter will you?

Last on my list, but not least! Number 5…

D.C. gridlock could hurt economy in early 2012 - Ending the year on yet another political downbeat, problem is there is no place to hide on this sinking ship!

These examples don’t include the headline about the woman, buried alive by her fiance, who dig herself out of a cardboard coffin with her wedding ring and the Christmas photo taken  near the White House that landed a man in jail.  Not to mention the latest 2 victims of yet another Virginia Tech shooting.

It’s no wonder people are fearful about the future, being brainwashed constantly with this kind of media negativity. What chance do we have as a world connected by technology and the media to live together in peace and prosperity? Not much, unless the news we are feed changes from junk food to something enlightening and positive!

How about posting some solutions to the endless problems of a fearful world?

What chance do we have as individuals to live with inner peace and prosperity? Is it just another day of hard times we have to look forward to, forever?

If we are to be vaccinated from negativity, just turn off the news and do something positive! World change begins with each one of us!

P.S. Tell a friend…




1985 A Year of Living Dangerously

If Singapore is the City of Lions, then Jakarta is more than just another Province. It is the Capital of Indonesia and has all the excitement and trappings of any Mega-city.

We flew into a whole new world, accented by the constant and immediate pungent odor of kretek or Clove-tobacco cigarettes. The call to prayer rings out like clockwork and a whole new buffet of the senses to sample. Traffic is to die for, literally! Our cabby almost ran over one fellow and his girlfriend on the way to our hotel, they got a little too close on their motorbike and he decided to give them a little bump, just to keep them honest!

Thank God, our time in Jakarta was limited. Before long, we hopped a train to Bandung.  Finally out of the city, we entered a land of beautiful terraced rice paddies broken up by beautiful green mountains. It was a ride to remember, my eyes were soaking it all in and the trip ended much too quickly.  Bandung is another city of millions and surrounded by volcano’s. We were taken to a beautiful house on an avenue lined with tall palm trees. It felt great to lag out there and get caught up to the local time.

I ventured out into the neighborhood and got a feel for the city, took some pictures at a Chinese Cemetery and tried not to get lost. The expense that went into the construction of these grave sites is something to marvel at, some worthy of a king! I captured it all on film, one day I’ll put it all together into a fantastic slide show.

Going out to eat was a trip in itself, seemed we lived on chicken satay with peanut sauce, many unfamiliar foods along with hot chili sauces and rice. Morning meals usually consisted of a heap of greasy fried rice and a couple cold sunny side up eggs staring back at me.  Nasi goreng as its affectionately called, we came to know it as nauseating goreng. I begged the driver to get me some papaya, mangos, anything but greasy rice!

Still on the move, we took jeeps down perilous wrong way yak paths to a mountain city called Garut.  We found a Shangri la hotel built over a hot spring. Since I love to soak this was a heavenly place, my room had its own deep tub and I could watch the goldfish swim by my front door. Like living in a dream almost!

So we finally made it to our destination, the town we would call home for the next two months. We relocated to an old Dutch style home, painted over the dirt, and settled in. Our bodies adjusted to all the changes just in time to go to work, the only casualty was when one of our mates got black tongue disease and had to have a 4 inch dirty needle shoved into his posterior. The things a person puts up with when his tongue turns black!

Surveying for Geothermal power sources on active volcano’s and caldera’s sounded exciting, trekking through small villages and cutting jungle paths with machetes. It was a adventuretographers dream come true! The people we hired on to work with us were great personalities, known by their first name only. They thought we were crazy white dudes, and they were right!

We learned some basic Bahasa Indonesia, slang words and phrases like “bagus” for thumbs up or good, and “tida bagus,” for the opposite. We learned to count quick and easily by playing cribbage and counting the numbers in Bahasa. This is a great way to learn how to say numbers in any language.

Work began by unpacking our gear, hiring a crew of locals and trekking 2 hours by foot to the job site, a mountainous steamy region of thick jungle, tropical rain forest, active caldera’s and steep, deep rivers that cut through it all. This job was not going to be a walk in the park!