The People of St. Criox Said...

The Lessons of the Rastafarian Lion. Cannabis was a Holy Herb on Soloman's Grave back in ZION'S day. Everything Bob Marley Martyred for*

They talked to me for the last day of class. They were in St. Criox but they were talkin' to me through the Class Room WebCam Titan-trons. They all think I'm hilarious. They kept laughin' at me through somethin' between a class in St. Thomas and St. Criox that is a lot like a Giant SKYPE account. They all wanted to know where I was from and if I was staying. It was quite a moment. They speak to me from a whole nother other island. They took my email and told me they wanted to see my internet books. Heather and Megan and a few others that were really cool. They busted up when I told them that the Holy Herb comes to me medically because Solomon says so. They thought a lot of the Pirate Life was awesome.

I also realized I meet the President Tomorrow. He has granted Videography and photography with no problem. The Oasis of the Seas is gonna be at Haven Site tomorrow and all of St. Thomas is gonna be as populated as downtown Dublin when I was runnin' through a sea of pedestrians in 7 different directions* Whoa. I also go on my last Caribbean Underwater Exploration Dive.

All these people got me goin' out with a bang man. They are all givin' great goodbyes and taking pictures with me. I'm gonna miss them a lot* They are awesome, hilarious, and true here.

I always swim~
I gotta write my paper on Machiavelli too. My Dad raised me very Machiavellian even though he wouldn't know what that means.

I haven't felt this good in my new life ever. My past life is something that activates modes of thought about a lot of this coming radiant winter(things between me and her), but as of now, I'm starting to feel some of the greatest things ever as I know all the things I have to look back at that are not worth discounting. I went and worked on my children's book this morning.

This Island Life of Mine.... I'm Enthralled*

I Listened to a Collective Soul song that reminds me of a couple lost souls* It was HEAVY.

Then I heard a song that reminds of my Uncle that is incarcerated forever.

Our Lady Peace ~ Innocent

For the Collective Soul song, I caught recollections of my past life. That made me smile*
When I heard Innocent, it made me pull a few tears off my face.

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I Went to a fellowship this morning. My spirit wouldn't know what to think, feel, do, or say so I was unsure of what to pray about or wish for on behalf of myself and the ones that I care for or deem to be important. There are so many of them but I'm returning to something I wouldn't have known of in a long time. My conception of time is a little different than most peoples though.

I never felt more liberated then today. On Tuesday, the same day I meet the President here, the HUGEST SHIP IN THE WORLD IS COMING TO WATERFRONT. All of St. Thomas is being rerouted and detoured because the hugest vessel in the world is coming close to Haven Site. It is three times huger than the Titanic from BELFAST. I'm absolutely enthralled!! It's called 'The Oasis of the Seas.' The dolphins would be cruisin' in packs. And...

That will be the last scuba dive of the Caribbean in underwater explorations for me here, for now. Last Tuesday I saw an octopus for the very first time underwater. I spotted him and gave my dive buddy a heads up because no one has seen one of those yet. I saw him cruisin' through the corals...




My Plans For Mt. A.
















There was a woman here who seen me sit next to her. She told me it was frustrating because she takes female formula pills for things she cannot do.

She says, "You look so good. Your black bandanna, your black shirt, you turn me on."

"Well thanks for being forth-coming but I'm not trying to do that."

"I know, your just a very intelligent interesting man. You told me a lot about those spiritual stories of Jesus."

"Thanks. It was an honor. Take Care."

I had only so much time before the fair here by the bay. So I took myself to a place I was to present writings at on behalf of the Writer's Block from UVI. It was the published questions from Caleb, a Lunar Aquarian; as well as all the things I remembered. Things I learned. So I went to the fair then I went swimming for hours*

I Recorded a Lunar Moon Rising**

And after a Radiant Winter Passes By Before I Know, Once I'm Home,
Spring will be here again and I will Jump in My River after work every day I'm dirty.

















Every Full Moon means something different. We evaluate time by a Calendar very different than the souls that existed before print and civilization. Before technology existed, humans of Paleolithic eras or more ancient eras evaluated time by the constellations and cycles in the sky. All Full Moons indicate something.

Tonight I recorded the Last Full Moon Rising of this year for me here in 2009. It doesn't seem like things people at home would think of because it is the Last Full Moon of the Year but it is Summer to me here. The Caribbean is Badass! I do not discount this experience at all and I became more than I thought possible just because I decided to go for it.

Before a second chance was granted to me the day I became slightly paralyzed in my accident, I had a moon sign that was of the virtue experience.

As of a decision to calculate Mt. Ashland and that day of my accident as a new Birthday, my Lunar Sign became virtues that are ideal.

For a Full Moon Rising for the Last Time in 2009 concluding an Endless Summer of mine, being a Lunar Aquarian, I also discovered that I can likely be some one who harbored Pisces as the essences for the planets of war and love (Mars and Venus). I find that to be quite incredible.

And I Also...

A COMBINATION OF EXOTIC NATURE AND EVERY ELEMENT ~~~~



















Went Skinny Dippin'.

Exerted Fire outta my eyes today...

Met a man I found in the Park I went to Publish a children's book in...

I felt a surge of encouragement at the same time I damn near cried about how happy I feel knowing I'll see my parents soon enough. I miss them so much.

My Tattoo came alive again...

I had my recollections about talking to a close friend in Portland, my friend Mackenzie. She was always loyal and true.

I also realized that even though I lost what I thought a lot of at one point, perhaps there is more in store for me. I miss her so much though.

Dear Tony... Thanks For Your Support and Prayers* It Helps a World Like Mine ~ More Than You Know*

Your Counsel is one of the Brightest Insights I've Heard.
And I Believe in your Words~

Whats up Tony,

It's spirited brothers like you that I appreciate in a world like this. I thank you so much for your prayers and support. Your story really lifted my spirits. Yet, at the same time, I feel like I might be in limbo about admitting to myself that I should let go. It's been a wild ride in this life of mine. I really got out and saw the world. Even if it meant losing an amazing ****. I wouldn't know that things could make any sense any time soon because I am only days away from leaving summer to enter an instant winter. I have already felt the reverse culture shock and instant seasonal shock too. Here I am in a tropical Paradise thinking of Christmas and December when my head, heart, body, and spirit are still very much locked in what feels like a lot of August. I admire your grounded foundation as a good man in a wicked world. You are so down to Earth that people like me are just as awesome in your eyes as all the people you come across in an awesome fellowship. Thanks for your help Tony. Take Care...


Best Regards
Justin Crum

~Saturate~

These Island Night Life Moments are at their end now...

I am going home...

There is no place like HOME.

















I Woke this morning from a dream that I was not comfortable with at all. It made me feel a certain way that just made me say, "Shake it off Crum." It was kind of a sad way to start the day. Yet at the same time, it kinda triggered past time emotions that I can't validate right now. A Universe in a person.

After feeling that way by beginning the day, I chose to listen to a song that reminds me of home. It is called Saturate by Breaking Benjamin. I never used to listen to it at all because of how soft and unenergetic it initially sounds. I realized that the last half of that song has everything to do with what I felt after I the things I've been through in 2009. I just turned it up and cried at the same time I enjoyed it. A really emotional musical piece having to do with staying alive forever...

Then Shakira came at me randomly... Singing about being 'Ready For The Good times.' Thas a helluva fantasy man...

Hola December, I Remember...

I remember how it felt to be free.

I remember just yesterday a man I ain't met yet told me I remind him of Mucho Man Randy Savage. And Islander named Jack told me that same thing the first week I was here. How Ironic...

I remember a man in St. John that saw my tattoo outside of the convention and after speaking to me... It acknowledged a 'Hidden Mysticism."

I remember a 4 year old told me I look like a Pirate just three days ago. I thought that was fascinating coming from a four year old.

I remember I wrote a brief sequel to a fictional discovery that entailed a rainy, intuitive November night: Vide Eve Shereken.

I remember how they all became curious about my tattoo over my chest.

I remember feeling things 2 months after my birthday that I wouldn't wish upon anyone.

I remember how my parents helped me with so much more than they ever had to.

I remember being invisible even though I glowed... Even as far back as 2001.

I remember my gravest mistake that takes forgiveness... Whether it is ever requested or expressed the best or not.

I remember my fears manifesting themselves in worse ways I could've even thought. Nothing is the same and magic isn't always positive.

I remember how hard they laughed because they believed me to be the most hilarious and entertaining man they came across. They feed me free rum just for comin'.

I remember being all up in Nature's Best Kept Secret on 11~11.

I remember how I cried in the sky as I went to fly back to the islands for a couple weeks.

I remember how the LifeHouse songs came on at particular times that clarified wishes that I guess might have been blessed in disguise.

I remember feeling the best and worse things of my life in 2009.

I remember speaking to Christiana in L. A. while I was in St. Thomas before flying home for good.

I remember the airports in L.A. wanted to pat my head in security because I was wearing a leather jacket, a black bandanna, and a metal spike in my lip. I tore my Bandanna off and put it in their hands for them and said,

"My name is Justin Crum and I'm the only man from America that is an National Exchange Student in St. Thomas at the Caribbean. I'm an adventurer, not a gang-banger." She smiled. "Yeah, sorry, I forgot I was wearing a bandanna in California at L.A. of all places." She let me through... And she smiled when she did it*