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SOUL.dier---INFINITE---CREATOR /// writer---beatmaker---audio engineer

The flames of earth are surely worth celestial perfumes.

—Albert Camus

The Sky isn’t only up,

and Heaven isn’t only for later.

g(r)o(w) with the flow

One loves that for which one labors, and one labors for that which one loves.

—Eric Fromm//Man For Himself

Motorcycles/The History/An Explanation/A Dedication

Rewind. 1950’s. 1960’s.

Angeles City, Pampanga, Philippines.

Santos Bautista.

My grandfather on my dad’s side ran the only motorcycle repair shop in the city. A small space without an official business name. He built a reputation through his labors letting the work speak for itself. Everyone who needed a repair for their two wheels knew where to go. They knew who to see.

My dad grew up in this environment and the fascination with motorcycles started to cement itself at an early age. He would tell me how he remembers being a kid and seeing all kinds of motorcycles and scooters come through the shop. Japanese, Italian, American and everything in between. He would dream of owning his own someday. He definitely made that happen.

Fast forward. 1990-1991ish.

I remember my dad asking me out of the blue if I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Of course I said yes. I didn’t know anything but I was excited to learn. He bought me my first dirt bike. A used Kawasaki KX60. I remember being a bit scared because I could barely touch the ground with my toes when I stood over it. He assured me I’d be fine. Then he started to teach me about the clutch and after a few lessons I was on my way.

Fast forward. 2012-Present.

Vista, California.

James Bautista.

I run a small shop repairing motorcycles. I do full engine rebuilds to tuning, troubleshooting, routine maintenance, and basic fabrication and welding. Whatever was alive in my grandfather’s hands has made it’s way to me. I can feel it. As his eldest son’s only son, I feel that if anyone in the family is supposed to carry on what he started, it’s me. Not out of any kind of obligation but purely for the love of motorcycles. It’s here. I’m here.

I recently finished the second phase of my personal bike. It went through a full engine rebuild as well as some light fabrication and electrical work. This is a dedication to the man who blazed the trail.

I’m a few days late but Happy Birthday to my grandfather Santos “Tatay” Bautista. May you always Rest In Paradise. This one’s for you…

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Resistance to the organized mass can be effected only by the man who is as well organized in his individuality as the mass itself.

—C.G. Jung//The Undiscovered Self

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

—Albert Camus

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether.

—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet

It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.

—Henry David Thoreau

Honor thy Sky inside.

the void. the vastness.

the blank spaces to be painted.

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vision rearrangement.

ancient brush stroke philosophy.

silent guidance resurfaced.

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Soul’s playground.

swingin’ on Divinity’s hair,

Infinity’s lair.

letting go,

splashing in star dust.

clouds of magic moving at Heart’s pace,

to no place in particular.

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Love wanders yet seeks nothing.

Love wanders yet isn’t lost.

for One is never lost when smiling.

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go Play.

Never lose a holy curiosity.

—Albert Einstein

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

—Kahlil Gibran//The Prophet

a Beautiful energy behind synchronicities the magic is.

Aceyalone//Ms. Amerikkka