Becoming Howard Hughes

I was never obsessed about avoiding germs until a few years ago. Now I don’t want to shake your hand even if I like you.

The novo corona virus outbreak does not worry me and I’m not afraid of the flu. I just want to be clean for the sake of cleanliness. Something great and amazing has happened to me and I no longer have any carnal desire, I avoid cheap affairs and I lock my door at night out of love. I never used to lock my door at night. I’m not afraid of anything, something radical in me has simply changed and I just lock my door with a feeling of love for the entire planet. Now even though I love the world and everybody in it, I’m washing my hands just like Howard Hughes did.

For the past few years my lifestyle has changed dramatically in favor of clean living. My desire to touch other people has diminished considerably. Even before the #me too movement I started refraining from hugging women I didn’t know that well. I love the #me too movement because it freed me up to disengage myself. Now thanks to the novo corona virus I’m washing my hands just like Howard Hughes did. I am becoming obsessed with my personal hygiene and yours.

washing my hands like Howard Hughes did

Now I’m Washing My Hands, Just Like Howard Hughes Did

In 2017, after two years of meditating in the desert, spirit communicated to me to that it was time to disengage from the Palm Springs hyper-sex community. This moment of God Consciousness occurred while I was getting ready to go to the $5.00 Wednesday Special at the local gay bathhouse.

While rising from the couch to prepare to leave, the small still voice within communicated to me: “If you go to Helios, there is something there for you.” This God Consciousness came to me in a slightly ominous tone. I was getting ready to clean up my act anyway. Mingling with only gay and bisexual men makes me feel claustrophobic and polarized.

Leaving Palm Springs

My disengagement from the gay community and promiscuous bisexuality began immediately after hearing the still small voice of God. I had done everything I wanted, and learned everything I wanted to learn. So started eating lunch at at the Mizell Senior Center to meet my need for social interaction.

Washing My Hands of the Bathhouse Mentality

Then I bought myself yet another another white minivan and hit the road north. I washed my hands of Palm Springs and promiscuous gay life, and came back to my hometown of Los Angeles to take Kundalini Yoga Teacher Training. The Kundalini yoga teacher training was the perfect evolution of my new found desire for the golden bliss of divine solitude. Now I’m laying in bed, just like Brian Wilson did.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.