where we saw before a basketball float up, now an orange. it had a lid. k. said looks like a punkin. i said maybe it has a message inside, and it did.

the letter asks oshun to reveal the lies of the writer's employers and make them pay without garnishment. 

people believe many things and who's to say if a message in an orange to oshun will not work as well as any other means, maybe better. who knows what's true. we know the reality construction we are obliged to inhabit is full of lies and propaganda and hatred. so why not a god that sounds like ocean. k. hands it to me saying it doesn't appear to be for him, and i throw it far out.

and mister brings it back then tries to eat it. i throw it again and it heads north then rounds back toward us. this is a special place.

it's the first time i've seen k. since he was attacked. he puts cool water on his hurt eye. i sense danger around this gentle soul. he says he's being hounded by forces that want to stop him from advancing humans past the killing corruption of capitalism. like m.l.k. 
he says he was told he should put it in a book, but that's not for him, and i urge him to write it, and then it will be recorded, and maybe new things will be revealed. 
i get nervous around k. and i tell him i'm disappointed he won't read the blog because of the title and he explains it's because india dogs are regarded as not clean or good, and i say that for me dog's are so good, in fact angels, and he admits mister is an angel and says he will look at my blog.