California, Crescent Bay

Kalama, Cowlitz, Kalapuya, Camas, Clackamas, Klamath. All ancient Native American toponyms on US west Coast with an indisputable link with the root Kala or Kali. That may come from the Sanskrit name Kali or from Australian aboriginal word kylie, the name for the tool known as boomerang.

Klamath river is home of the California most populous tribe Karuk. Karu in Sanskrit means among others artisan, but we also have Kalika and Chamunda, other names of goddess Kali. And Kauravas.

Some Karuk women wear a tattoo or make up that looks like a hanging tongue. In this picture the three young adults' appearance is Hungarian, who are a mix of Ancient Australia Noongars and North Eastern Indian Magars. The woman with face decoration looks Asian.

Some women wear a shells necklace that look like Kali little skulls necklace.

There are boomerang like stone tools at the Museum in Oregon City. Oldest known boomerang was found in Poland and was made of a mammoth tusk, but in India boomerangs were made of... iron.

Crescent is one of the attributes of Lord Shiva, as he is known also as god of time, with Moon being the oldest measure of time known to man. However Kali stepped on Shiva's chest and thus took this attribute from him. As the trident.

In 1997 while working at Epson i started to have breathing trouble, severe insomnia and in the end hallucinations. After several attempts at other hospitals, due to my insurance from Epson i was taken to a place called Pacific Gateway. I was so dehydrated that when i peed in a jar half of it precipitated as salts. They gave me to drink some water and asked for another sample. Finally they gave me a pill, got to sleep, eat and drink. But the biggest problem of them all. Could not fall asleep in the evening because i felt like chocking. Problem was given simply by a congested nose and me not being able to breath on my mouth because i forgot how to since i was in grade school and my teacher was punishing me if she was catching me breathing on my mouth.

After i got out of Pacific Gateway was better but still the same problem. Finally got better after working 4 months at Les Schwab in open air. Problem was caused by indoor pollution and me not breathing on my mouth when could not on my nose but could not figure that for the next 15 years. Pacific Gateway was specialized in treating drug addicts.

Pacific Gateway was closed @year 2000 and demolished after the doctors and nurses there called Police because they could not control a Mexican patient who was threatening them with a pen. So Police came and shot him once in head and once in chest. A similar situation happened in 2002-2003 at Woodland Park Hospital where i called 911 (112) from a payphone because i had difficulties breathing. In there, one of my doctors' name was Collier but my first doctor there was plainly Harrison Ford (together with his assistant, therapist Carrie Fisher). In January 13 2004 i went again to that hospital for one night and i was the only patient there. The hospital was closed in 2004 after doctors again called 911 to transfer a patient. It's been re-opened many years after, under a different name and ownership.

But there was this picture reproduction on the wall outside my room at Pacific Gateway of a serigraph by painter Thomas McNight. It was representing what i thought it was a mythical place called Crescent Bay, with a fish in a basket hit by a trident and still trying to breath next to a breathing apparatus in form of infinity sign, and on the picture lower it was written with big letters Chalk and Vermillion (an art reproduction firm) New York. Every time i was reading that and obviously feeling like chocking all the time, i thought of how the word Vermillion means in Romanian viermele (the worm) and the name Ion, my last name.
21 years after, can't remember how, i figured Crescent Bay existed and at first opportunity i went to California, South of LA, a 1000 miles drive to see it. In that day water was warm and people were bathing in the bay, and we went and grabbed some bathing suits and went into the water. I had a body wide infection starting from teeth, and as soon as i got in the water i started to shiver. Then i saw this guy who looked familiar (Angela was binge watching the movie those days on Netflix or something), asked him a question, went into a conversation and told him the purpose of me being there. Then he told me to go in the water.

In the bay there were even two scuba divers, like in the painting, and on shore, about where that pool should have been, a woman was reading a book. A group of what i thought then were Arabs, though could have been Indians were watching something carefully, maybe counting waves.

Angela was sitting there in the shallow water on her knees, some 30 ft away from the shore when a freak wave came and pushed her 30 ft towards the shore in one second, leaving her with some wounds that turned into scars on her knees from rubbing against the sand for all that distance.

There must have been a reason when they came here Europeans called them Indians.