Ae9 12-02-13.2

In a Polynesian jungle, going on many adventures, perhaps to document like an ethnologist, with the people. They joyously take me around, through trees and to waterfalls. I believe I'm narrating, perhaps to my own observing consciousness.

We eat, on two seperate occasions, a fermented soybean patty they call "badung." The children sit on a rock, smiling and laughing, sharing badung.

Yhe joy is powerful; I'm enwrapped with it.

Waking Correlations and Synchroncities
I looked up "badung" and found out that it is both a region in Bali[1] and "1.N. a kind of Sour, tart fruit (Barber1979:109)[2]. According to an Indonesian to English online dictionary the word translates to "delinquent"[3]

I am also one quarter Filipino, but it is striking to me that such a clear event with information not known beforehand being given could come through genetic memory. Was I hanging out with my ancestors as well as anthropologizing them, which I might be doing now, but I felt very welcome.