Section 3.8-1
Humacao to San Juan (El Portal del Condado)
Friday Afternoon to Saturday Morning
March 22nd - March 23rd, 1991

The drive to San Juan from Humacao was--well the best way to put it is that—well, it
was strange.  To begin with, the one hertz electrical flow was still encircling my head.  
I was smiling all the time and my eyes were tear-filled.  As other drivers and their
families passed me on the road I would wave and they would all wave back.  The van
seemed to know where to go all on it’s own - I didn’t have much control of it.  The van
radio was on from the time the boys from Humacao left me.  They had apparently
tuned in their local station, for the voice coming across the radio was not unfamiliar
to me.  Indeed, the voice was that of the D.J. I had just met only a couple of hours
ago at the radio station.  The songs he chose to play seemed amazingly to mesh
perfectly with the revolution taking place in my mind.  The first song was "Aquarius;
Let the Sun Shine In", followed by Gloria Estefan’s “Coming out of the Dark, then
Rick Astley's “Cry for Help”, then George Michael's, "Father Figure", and finally Bette
Midler's, "You are the Wind Beneath My Wings" (playing in the background now).

I was thanking God for the perfection of his system which I seemed to be seeing all
unfolding in front of my eyes.  I suddenly realized why drug addicts need drugs and I
could empathize with them; I suddenly realized why a thief was a thief and I could
empathize with them; I suddenly realized why a smoker was a smoker and I could
empathize with them.  They all were only looking for home, the place I now was, the
place we all have been before, the place where we were all one, the place we all
long for, the chimera we just can't seem to find.  I had found it.  I was home.

I arrive at an automated expressway tollbooth and I check my pockets for some
change.  I had none.  I check my wallet for money - none there either.  Now I look
around the van for some loose change - it’s just a dime after all.  Funny thing was, I
hadn't any to find.  So, I think for a moment and then I realize I really don't need to
pay anymore, things are free now, so I just drive on through the booth without
paying.  This action however sets off a ringing bell and some flashing lights.  I pull
over to the side of the road and wait for someone to come so I can explain why I
hadn't paid.  I waited a few minutes but nobody ever came.  This meshed perfectly
with what I had expected since nobody should care about paying for anything
anymore.  Everything was free now.  I continued on my way to San Juan to find the
concert.

The next thing I remember is arriving in San Juan and seeing to my left a large open-
air arena.  I thought to myself, "That must be Bella Artes where José Luís Rodriguez
will be playing tonight."  So I exit the freeway and find my way to the arena.
As I enter the arena parking lot I happen to pull in behind a caravan of limousines
and cars.  I attach myself to the rear of the line and begin following them on around
the arena.  As the leader of the caravan begins entering the arena through a side
entrance engulfed by a small crowd of fans, I contemplate entering the arena as well
seeing that I was fitting in with the caravan so well.  I decided instead not to push my
newfound abilities too far.  So I leave the caravan and park the van in a grassy area
a hundred feet from the entrance.












I hop out of the van and bounce on over to the gate.  When I arrive at the gate I find
a couple of bouncers keeping the crowd from entering the arena.  I tell one of the
bouncers that I am a concert producer from California and that I would like to get in
to the arena to talk with some of the performers.  He wouldn't let me in.  I ask him if
this is the José Luís Rodriguez concert and he replies that it is not.  He tells me this
is just a practice session for a concert tomorrow.  The band inside began playing the
theme to "Star Wars".  They only played a few measures of the song and then
stopped.  During the quiet time I began talking to a few teenage girls who also
wished to enter the arena today to see the practice performance.  They couldn't get
in either.  I began talking to them about what had just happened in Buena Vista and
Humacao.  Their attention was riveted to my every word.  Eventually I got to the
revelation concerning Satan, which was hard for me to say for some reason without
shouting it from the bottom of my belly, which I did.  It felt so good just to just shout
it.  

This, of course, scared the hell out of the teenage girls I was talking with as well as
everybody around the gate.  One of the girls was so moved, tears began to pour
from her eyes.  The girls ended their conversation with this smiling, shouting
redheaded stranger and they walked away.  All I did was move on to another group
of teenagers that was standing nearby and I picked up a conversation with them.  
After explaining to them the course of events which had taken place in Buena Vista, I
then make another attempt to enter the stadium.  This time, however, the bouncer
asked me to leave the area.  So, I headed out to the van, once again shouting from
the bottom of my belly, "Satan is dead," and imploring everyone to "open your eyes,
open your ears, open your hearts, open your minds."  Everybody at the gate just
looked at me with awe as I leaped back into the van and drove away.
I drive back to the front of the arena heading toward the main road.  I consider
driving around to the other side of the stadium to make an entrance attempt there
but instead I choose to continue my search for Bella Artes and the José Luís
Rodriguez concert.

I pull onto the main road heading back toward the freeway and I notice a car pulled
over to the side of the road.  The driver of the car has his head out the door and is
vomiting onto the street.  From my perspective his vomiting is a sign of ridding
himself of the hate built up over the year, his getting rid of the Satan from within him.  
So, I pull in front of him and back the van up near to his car.  I walk up to his door
and ask him if he knows where I can find Bella Artes.  Not able to speak English, he
indicates with his hands for me to follow him.  I go back to the van and follow him as
he pulls away from the curb.  I followed him for about five minutes when he begins to
point to the right.  So I turn right on the road he points to as he heads off in the other
direction.

The road he sent me on was a busy two-lane city street.  After a short distance I
come upon a line of stopped cars.  I look to the other side of the street which is
empty and knowing that everything is now perfected I pull onto the wrong side of the
street and drive on past the stopped cars but only to the point that was the "correct"
amount.  I automatically knew or the van automatically knew when to pull back into
the correct lane where the cars are still waiting and I am beginning to block cars
coming at me in the lane in which I was just driving.  Everybody just smiles at me and
I smile right back at them.  Everybody is happy and peaceful as expected.  My lane
starts to move and I follow the traffic.  Eventually I come to the end of the street in a
busy section of San Juan, where I decide to illegally park the van in the street, hop
on out, and head to the beautiful sandy beach which was now before my eyes.

At the beach I look out across the water to see the last few minutes of the days sun.  
I watched the setting sun while talking to a lady who was walking her two poodles.  
About ten minutes later I walk back to the van.

















Unsurprisingly to me, the van, with its driver's door wide open, with all of my
belongings scattered in view throughout, and the key still in the ignition is still right
where I left it.  Total trust, total perfection and a total confirmation of that perfection.  
Satan is dead.  I jump back into the driver's seat, reverse to the main street, turn
around, and head to the right.  From the beach off to my left I had seen a large white
well lit stadium as I watched the setting sun.  I was now in search of this stadium
figuring it must be Bella Artes.  I drive for several minutes but I never find the
stadium.  Figuring that I must have passed it up I turn around and head back in the
direction I had just come.  This time, however, my ability to drive on the wrong side of
the road at will was more pronounced.  Someone from the outside would have seen
me weaving in and out of cars at speeds of 25 to 30 miles per hour pretty much
dancing with the other cars on both side of the road.  For me this ability was just
natural as if the van and I were one and the van knew when to switch lanes.
Now in the darkness, I still could not find the stadium, so once again I turn around.  
On this turn around however, I notice a couple of fellows walking on the busy
sidewalk so I decide to ask them if they know where I can find Bella Artes.  I stop the
van in the street, walk in the midsection of the van to the side door, open it, and ask
them my question.  They thought for a moment and consulted each other but neither
was sure where it was.  So, I asked them if they would like to go see the concert with
me.  I tell them it's a José Luís Rodriguez concert and that I can get them in free.  I
show them my organizer with all of the concert information.  After discussing it over a
bit they decide to go to the concert with me.  They hop in the van and I retake my
position in the drivers seat.

As darkness is falling on San Juan, I head back in the direction I had just come and
once again resume the driving habits of the previous sweep, much to the amazement
of the two fellows.  I tell them that it's O.K. to do that now, that the van knows what it
is doing.  The fellow in the front seat, however, decides he had better do the driving.  
So I stop the van and we do a rotation.  




















During our rotation I suddenly feel the urge to take a piss.  So, I walk over onto the
sidewalk, face the van, and begin to urinate on the street as a crowd walks past on
the sidewalk.  Under normal circumstances I can only urinate a small amount for I
have a weak bladder.  But not at this moment.  I urinated with a strong, heavy stream
for up to 40 to 50 seconds.  As the guys looked on from the van they shouted at me
not to do that.  I then cupped my hand and began to drink the hot urine as they both
said with emphasis, "And especially don't do that!"  I looked back at them and tell
them that it is all right now, it's only water, it always was.  It can't hurt you.  It was
never meant to hurt you."  

After urinating I headed back to the van shouting to the people around "Open your
eyes people, open your ears, open your hearts, open your minds.  Satan is dead.  
Can't you see it.  Can't you feel it."  I wanted them to see the beauty that I was
seeing, to hear the peacefulness that I was hearing, to feel that which I felt and to
understand the importance of what was happening.

I return to the van and sit in the back reclining seat I had occupied in Humacao
earlier today.  The two fellows sat up front.  The driver introduces himself as Jason
and his friend is Ariel and they were traveling here in Puerto Rico from New Jersey.  I
try to remember their names but as usual I immediately forget them.  I ask them,
"Can you guys tell the difference."

They reply, "What difference?"

"The change in the way things are now," I say.  "The noise from the traffic is not
painful to the ears any more.  The smell of car exhaust, smell it," I instruct these two
strangers in my van.  "It smells good now, doesn't it?"  

They sniff the air, look at me puzzled and say, "No," and we drive off looking for the
concert at Bella Artes.  I fall back to sleep on the drive.

The next time we stop I awaken.  We were stopped at the entrance to a brightly-lit
arena.  It appeared to be the white arena I had seen at sunset from the beach.  
Jason, asks the guard at the entrance if this is Bella Artes to which the guard
answered, "Yes."  

It was obvious nothing was happening here now, so Jason asked if José Luís
Rodriguez was performing here later tonight.  The guard said that there was no
concert scheduled at this arena for tonight.  So we turned around and left.  I didn't
believe this was the correct arena and neither did Jason and Ariel, so we continued
driving looking for the concert as I once again fell to sleep.

I awaken suddenly when the fellow, Ariel, sitting in the passenger's seat is looking at
me telling me that earlier I told them that I must be Jesus.  I apparently had been
telling them about the events in Buena Vista, in Palmas del Mar, and Humacao.  I
told them "I don't think I said that," and deep inside it scared me because I know the
Book of Revelations well enough to know that the Anti-Christ will say that he is
Jesus.  I told them again, "I don't think I said that," but they both said I did.  

I tell them again of the events in Buena Vista, this time completely cognizant of my
statements.  I then try to explain to them the opposite theory which had come into my
head while in Buena Vista.  Everything I was saying seemed to come out eloquently.  
My speech went something like this:  "Everything is turned around.  Can't you see
it?  The smartest man is the stupidest man, the stupidest man is the smartest man;
the richest man is the poorest man, the poorest man is the richest man; the
strongest man is the weakest man, the weakest man is the strongest man."
I tell them again how I arrived at this and they listened carefully.

In our discussion we talked about the bible with me telling them that not all parts of
the bible are true.  Jason was curious how I would know which parts are true and
which are not.  I then explained how when Adam and Eve took a bite of the forbidden
fruit Satan was able, at that instant, to transform God's universe by switching
everything to the opposite of that which it really was.  Good became bad and bad
became good.  Hot became cold and cold became hot.  God became Satan and
Satan became God.  

None of my discussion with them seemed to really disturb them but the next thing I
said to them would really take them by surprise.  Where the words came from or why
I have no idea.  All I know is that on that night all was known to me and all I could do
was speak truths.  The thought came direct from my head and formed into words
from my mouth; there was no control, no judgment, no hesitation.  The statement
was, "You two love each other and you have sex together."

Both turn their heads around and look at me in silence for many seconds with
trepidation and wonderment.  Finally, Ariel says, "No, we don't have sex together.  
We're close friends from childhood and we attended school together.  And I think
that I should tell you that Jason and I have studied the bible for a long time; in fact
Jason is a priest."

I raise my eyebrows to this and say, "He is?"  It was hard for me to believe since he
was so young.  

He continues, "And Jason and I have studied the bible together for a long time."  
I shake my head and we continue with our religious discussion.  At this point, Ariel is
no longer interested in finding the concert and wishes to go back to his hotel.  So,
Jason asks me, "Where are you staying."  

I reply, "I haven't any place to stay.  I haven't even thought about it."  

So Jason says "We need to find a place for you to stay.  You don't seem to be doing
too well."  

I say, "That'll be great.  I can find a hotel and we can all go up to my room and talk
some more."

Ariel says, "I don't think we'll be doing that."

Jason talks to Ariel about where to find a hotel and again I fall asleep in the back
seat.  

Jason wakes me up when he finds a suitable hotel, the "El Portal del Condado".  He
takes me into the hotel as Ariel finds a place to park the van.  I bring my electronic
organizer and wallet in with me and we go to the front desk to check me in.  As the
hotel clerk is getting approval on my Visa card, Jason looks through my phone list on
the organizer.  He asks me if I can help him find my parents phone number, for he
wishes to call them and talk to them about my condition.  I tell him, "I'm O.K.," and
that I plan to call my parents immediately when I get into my room.  He finds their
number and writes it down anyway.  











Ariel walks in just as the hotel desk clerk is informing us that my Visa is
overcharged.  I say to Jason, it is most likely because of the rental car charging
method of putting a hold on your car over the rental amount.  Jason asks me if I
have any money at all, so I look in my wallet and it still is empty of cash.  I think for a
moment and then remember I have traveler's checks in my bag in the van.  Jason
has Ariel run back to the van to get my blue travel bag.  Ariel returns with the bag, I
find the traveler's checks, and pay the clerk.  I again try to get Jason and Ariel to
come up to the room.  Jason wishes to but Ariel wants to get going.  Ariel goes to
park the van somewhere while Jason takes me up the elevator to my eighth floor
room.  Before bidding me good-bye Jason writes his name and address in my red
travel book.   He lets me know he’ll leave the van keys with the clerk at the front desk.

Once in the room I am amazed to find a phone.  I could finally use a phone in comfort.
By now it is nearing 8:30 at night.  Having caught up on my sleep in the van I am
ready to resume my work.  I felt compelled to phone friends and family to tell them
what was happening, how the world had suddenly change and to see if they too had
noticed the difference.

My first call went to my friends in San Jose, John and Ellen.  I could reach neither of
them at home or at work.  So, next I called Parjeet in San Diego.  I again reach his
wife Surinder.  She informs me that Parjeet is at the airport in San Diego with Suri
trying to catch the flight to Miami that Karen, the travel agent in Washington, D.C.,
arranged for them.  One problem, however, was payment; my credit card was
overcharged.  So, I give her my number at the hotel and ask her to have Parjeet call
me the next time he calls her.  

Next, I talk to my sister Keeanne in Silverdale, Washington.  I, of course, ask her if
she notices anything different about the world about her.  Her answer was no.  I then
proceed to tell her that if she went to a hospital she would see a difference.  The
doctors would all be standing around talking, with nothing to do, because no one
would be sick or hurt.  In fact, no one would ever be sick or injured again.  I also told
her that I had driven on the wrong side of the road and that it was possible to do that
now, that nothing bad would happen if you did so.  I then told her I wished for
everybody to come to meet me in Miami.  Knowing that my mom and dad would
never come because of my mother's dread for airplanes, I instructed her to tell them
that Kory is ill and wandering lost in Miami and that it was necessary for everybody to
come help find him.  She didn't have much time to say anything since I did most of
the talking.  I told her I'd call her a little bit later to see how things were coming along
and I said good-bye.

Next, I called my uncle Arnold, the C.P.A. in Seattle, and I asked his permission to
use his charge card temporarily since my charge card was overcharged.  Knowing
that I had money and that I indeed could pay him back he allowed me to do so and
he gave me his credit card number.   

Next, I phoned Parjeet's wife Surinder back and gave her my uncle's credit card
number to give to Parjeet so he could charge his airline ticket to Miami.  After I hung
up with her I took a break from the phone and watched some television.  While lying
on the bed I recalled I had better call Karen to see about my own travel
arrangements.  

I reached Karen at home.  She told me about the problems with my credit card and
that my travel arrangements to Miami needed to be paid for by tonight.  She told me
that Rosy and Greg had paid for their tickets themselves but they were wondering
what happened to me.  I didn't go in to all that had happened since this morning with
Karen but I did tell her that I would call American Airlines to pay for my ticket to Miami
and that I'd talk to her later about my adventures.  I thanked her and hung up.

Next, I tried to call my work associate Kirk in San Diego but nobody was home.
I made the call to American Airlines, confirmed my reservation for 7:30 a.m.
tomorrow, returning Sunday evening to San Juan.  I charged the flight to my uncle's
credit card informing the reservations operator that the card wasn't mine.  She took
my uncle's phone number, called him, and verified the charge.  It was approved.  I
was to pick my ticket up tomorrow at the airport ticket counter prior to the flight.
I gave the phone and myself a further rest and continued to watch television.  Then
the phone rang and it was Parjeet from San Diego.  He informs me that the airline
won't accept my uncle's credit card.  I tell him to just use his credit card, that he'll find
the flight is full anyway, they'll get him on another flight free as well as give him a free
ticket.  He agreed to try this and hung up, promising to call me later.  

I walked over to the window and looked out at my view.  It was a view of the Condado
area of San Juan, a busy party area of tourists and locals mixed in with hotels,
restaurants and dance clubs.  I looked out to several other high rise hotels and
apartments.  From a distance something going on in a window of one of the high
rises caught my eyes.  What I thought I could see was a naked woman standing at
her window manipulating herself.  I smiled and thought to myself, "She knows what's
happened today in the world.  She too knows that she has been freed.  She has
opened her ears, opened her eyes, opened her heart, and opened her mind."  I,
myself standing naked at the window, do the same, knowing that it is now no longer
unacceptable to display one's sexual desires.  

Within an hour, Parjeet calls me again.  He still can't get on the flight to Miami.  I tell
him, "Just inform the ticket agent that I own the airline, they just don't know it yet.  In
fact, you own it as well."  Parjeet gives a slight chuckle and says, "O.K. Kory.  I'll do
just that.  Talk to you later."  Knowing that something wasn't quite normal with me,
Parjeet gave up trying to get a flight to Miami and headed back to his home.

I slept for about an hour.  Upon awakening I was ready to continue the phone calls.  
My next call was to John and Ellen in San Jose again.  This time they were home.  I
asked them to come meet me in Miami to talk about the business I was forming with
Rosy, Greg, and Parjeet.  I talked to them about the opposite theory and what had
happened in Buena Vista the past two days.  I told them about the plans to hold a
concert at UCSD and that Ellen could even dance in the concert if she so wished.  
As well, I told them about the possibility of installing a cellular phone system on the
island of Dominica.  I talked to them philosophically for over a half an hour without
convincing them to come to Miami for the weekend.

Now it was just past one in the morning in San Juan (nine p.m. on the West Coast of
the states).  My next call was to the hostel in Miami Beach where it was just past
midnight.  I spoke with Marti, the fellow who was watching my sleeping bag and
luggage at the hostel I had last stayed.  I informed him that I have a lot of friends
coming to Miami tomorrow and that they'll need to stay at the hostel.  He promised
he would pick them up in the hostel van once they called him from the airport.  
My next call was to my little sister Jane and her fiancé Jerry.  They were very glad to
hear from me. They had made arrangements with their work to take time off to come
meet me in Jamaica and they needed to know the exact date now.

I told them, "Plans have changed.  Instead of Jamaica they are to meet me on the
27th in Miami along with the rest of the family."  

Jane seemed a little put off by this change because they had just worked out all of
the arrangements to fly to Jamaica.  But, she would work out the new changes.  
Next, I called my walking partner from my work at Dynagen, Jess.  Jess is the sister of
Jan, the fellow with the Bed and Breakfast in Key West where I planned to meet
Robert and Nurettim on Wednesday the 27th.   I spoke to Jess and her husband
philosophically, the content of the talk though I cannot recall.

Next, I called Lanny, the dancer in Texas who I called a couple of days ago about
performing in the concert in San Diego.  Lanny had been attempting to reach me on
my cell phone but of course had been unable to get through.  We talked for over
twenty minutes but once again, the content I cannot recall.

Next, I once again called Kirk in San Diego.  By now it is nearing 10:30 p.m. in San
Diego.  Once again, Kirk is not home.

So, I call another coworker, Julian, also in San Diego.  I talk with him for over a half
an hour but again, I do not recall the conversation.

After talking with Julian I try Kirk again.  His wife Candy answers the phone and gives
me to Kirk.

I talked to Kirk about the "opposite theory" for over thirty minutes.  Kirk ended the
conversation with the reflection, "It's only a theory Kory."  

I agreed and said goodbye.

The hour was now quarter to four in the morning; and I had a seven-thirty flight to
catch to Miami.  And I was exhausted.  So I nodded off fast to sleep.
** Calle Luisa in San Juan **
Take a drive in the Condado Beach area of San Juan to El Portal Hotel
El Portal del
Condado
World Turned Upside Down
Music - Aquarius/Let The Sunshine by Fifth
Dimension, Coming Out of the Dark by Gloria Estafan,
Cry for Help by Rick Astley,
Father Figure by George Michaels
Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler