The Great Gig in the Sky

🙏So after my last post on Monday I did exactly what I said I’d do that night.. Lo and behold something kept pulling my attention towards a treasure chest I have of things packed away yet from my relocation to this home.💫 This Medicine Stone was calling me and It was so kick ass to have him with me in the moment of opening the chest to see this medicine stone I painted with my daughters, that I had forgotten all about for several years now.

Upon turning over this medicine stone I’m reminded of the third eye and that it’s required to Spiral Out! 🙏

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Deebs said:
I wanted to take some time to talk to the community about something that is still painful for me to bring up, and talk about.

On October 21, 2024, @spyralout passed away. We didn't find out until later last week, and then verified it. Needless to say I felt a little empty for days, and felt as though I lost a brother. In truth I did. @spyralout absolutely loved this community, and the comradery that it fostered for people all over the world, and in different walks of life. I will always hold all the chats, and conversation we used to have close to the chest. Even though I am definitely crushed, and empty, and wish he were still here, I am glad that he is no longer in pain and suffering as he has been for the past couple years. I did write a note for him.


In cosmic trails where dreams entwine,
Your spirit drifts beyond the vine.
Though out of sight, you blaze the way,
Through hazy realms and skies of gray.

In smoky spirals, visions soar,
We feel you near like times before.
Forever missed, yet ever clear,
In boundless space, you linger here.

@Deebs

We are working hard on the back-end to make sure that pHenohunter goes on, and will be dedicated to @spyralout. We are going to be leaving the initial welcome message that comes from Spyralout the same, etching his footprints here forever. To those who knew spyralout, and are impacted by this tragic loss for our community, I hope that peace/comfort heals the missing hole that Spy left.

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This is my first post. I'm not online very much, but @spyralout had got me started making an account and wanted me to get to know this community.

@spyralout was my best friend in high school. We became friends playing guitar in his bedroom at his folk's house during lunch break when we were sophomores. After that, there were many occasions that about six or seven of his friends that would wind up at his house during lunch. His mom would always boil a big pot of hotdogs, enough for whoever wanted to come by. His mom was always so sweet and generous with us all, even though we'd cause a daily ruckus in their otherwise peaceful household. To this day, @spyralout was the smartest and most quick witted person I knew. He was a true friend who had a real empathy for the people in his life, even those who he didn't exactly get along with well. He was a perpetual student of life, always learning some new skill and developing some new insight. I never laughed so much as I did when I was with him. We learned to drive together and both ended up with Mopars; mine was a cherry red '68 Charger with a black bumblebee stripe and his was a hemi-orange '70 Challenger with a 440 (a true beast of a car!).

I moved to LA when we were 22. After a few years of living in different cities and seeing each other only on rare occasions, I eventually lost contact with him. I'm a relatively severe introvert and I've never been very good with keeping up with the people in my life, but he never blamed me for letting time slip by. He was just as guilty as me on that front. It wasn't until one evening at a pizza parlor about ten years later that I saw him again. I was with my girlfriend (now my wife) when he walked up to me and called out my name. It was a great surprise to see him. He had grown his hair long and was with his girlfriend at the time, newly pregnant with his son (although I think it was too early for them to know it was a boy). We exchanged numbers and I called him a few days later so we could set up a time to get together. Talking to him again made me feel like no time had passed. We reminisced, talked about music and the nature of reality, and best of all we laughed. He didn't share the details of his life, but I knew he was struggling with some pretty heavy challenges. For reasons I couldn't understand at the time, he stopped answering my calls, and we weren't able to set up plans. So again, I'd lost track of him, this time for over fifteen years.

It wasn't until December of 2021 that I heard from him again. He had contacted my mom and she gave me his new number. After that, we saw a lot of each other. I met his son, learned about his pHenohunter website and all that he'd been up to all those many years. He was older and wiser, but still the guy I knew so well. I was at his house one afternoon when he received a package from someone from this site (forgive me, I don't remember the name, but he told me that it was one of the finest people he knew). In that package were several strains of easily the best weed I've ever sampled. Sorry for the rambling response here, but I really felt that I needed to share this with his community because he was so proud of you all. It was heartbreaking to have missed so much of my friend's life, and then to hear about his health issues. After a few serious episodes over the next two years, he became even more ill. We got together whenever he was feeling able, but he knew that he wasn't long for this world. It was bitter sweet to have him back in my life, but to know how badly he suffered. We talked a lot about health and nutrition and I offered my optimism about his recovery.

Recently, after going through some old pictures, I found one of him that I took when we were about 20 years old. In the picture, he stands proudly next to a Gauntlet arcade game that he tracked down and purchased for super cheap. He set it up at my house because he thought his parents wouldn't approve. I don't know what ever happened to that thing. We had been keeping a very lively text conversation for the last few years, so I was worried when he didn't respond.

A few days later, his dad contacted me to tell me of his passing. This is going to hurt for a while. Its difficult to really grasp that I won't be seeing him again in this realm.

The other night, I dreamt that I was at a diner by myself and he walked in. The instant I saw him, the dream became lucid. I demanded that he sit down and talk to me. I asked how he is and what he is up to, but he was playfully doing his terrible "Nerdy Asian" routine and ignoring my questions. This odd, self-deprecating caricature was something he would sometimes do to cheer me up; meant to get a laugh at his own expense. In the dream, it was amusing but frustrating because I had so many things to ask him. Soon, he sat down across from me and dropped the routine, ready to talk. That's when I woke up. Man, I miss you. I've no doubt you're still out there, somehow putting it all together, getting a second wind, ready to make this world a better place. I love you, my friend. Come back and visit me anytime.
 
Buzzle Hedgerow said:
This is my first post. I'm not online very much, but @spyralout had got me started making an account and wanted me to get to know this community.

@spyralout was my best friend in high school. We became friends playing guitar in his bedroom at his folk's house during lunch break when we were sophomores. After that, there were many occasions that about six or seven of his friends that would wind up at his house during lunch. His mom would always boil a big pot of hotdogs, enough for whoever wanted to come by. His mom was always so sweet and generous with us all, even though we'd cause a daily ruckus in their otherwise peaceful household. To this day, @spyralout was the smartest and most quick witted person I knew. He was a true friend who had a real empathy for the people in his life, even those who he didn't exactly get along with well. He was a perpetual student of life, always learning some new skill and developing some new insight. I never laughed so much as I did when I was with him. We learned to drive together and both ended up with Mopars; mine was a cherry red '68 Charger with a black bumblebee stripe and his was a hemi-orange '70 Challenger with a 440 (a true beast of a car!).

I moved to LA when we were 22. After a few years of living in different cities and seeing each other only on rare occasions, I eventually lost contact with him. I'm a relatively severe introvert and I've never been very good with keeping up with the people in my life, but he never blamed me for letting time slip by. He was just as guilty as me on that front. It wasn't until one evening at a pizza parlor about ten years later that I saw him again. I was with my girlfriend (now my wife) when he walked up to me and called out my name. It was a great surprise to see him. He had grown his hair long and was with his girlfriend at the time, newly pregnant with his son (although I think it was too early for them to know it was a boy). We exchanged numbers and I called him a few days later so we could set up a time to get together. Talking to him again made me feel like no time had passed. We reminisced, talked about music and the nature of reality, and best of all we laughed. He didn't share the details of his life, but I knew he was struggling with some pretty heavy challenges. For reasons I couldn't understand at the time, he stopped answering my calls, and we weren't able to set up plans. So again, I'd lost track of him, this time for over fifteen years.

It wasn't until December of 2021 that I heard from him again. He had contacted my mom and she gave me his new number. After that, we saw a lot of each other. I met his son, learned about his pHenohunter website and all that he'd been up to all those many years. He was older and wiser, but still the guy I knew so well. I was at his house one afternoon when he received a package from someone from this site (forgive me, I don't remember the name, but he told me that it was one of the finest people he knew). In that package were several strains of easily the best weed I've ever sampled. Sorry for the rambling response here, but I really felt that I needed to share this with his community because he was so proud of you all. It was heartbreaking to have missed so much of my friend's life, and then to hear about his health issues. After a few serious episodes over the next two years, he became even more ill. We got together whenever he was feeling able, but he knew that he wasn't long for this world. It was bitter sweet to have him back in my life, but to know how badly he suffered. We talked a lot about health and nutrition and I offered my optimism about his recovery.

Recently, after going through some old pictures, I found one of him that I took when we were about 20 years old. In the picture, he stands proudly next to a Gauntlet arcade game that he tracked down and purchased for super cheap. He set it up at my house because he thought his parents wouldn't approve. I don't know what ever happened to that thing. We had been keeping a very lively text conversation for the last few years, so I was worried when he didn't respond.

A few days later, his dad contacted me to tell me of his passing. This is going to hurt for a while. Its difficult to really grasp that I won't be seeing him again in this realm.

The other night, I dreamt that I was at a diner by myself and he walked in. The instant I saw him, the dream became lucid. I demanded that he sit down and talk to me. I asked how he is and what he is up to, but he was playfully doing his terrible "Nerdy Asian" routine and ignoring my questions. This odd, self-deprecating caricature was something he would sometimes do to cheer me up; meant to get a laugh at his own expense. In the dream, it was amusing but frustrating because I had so many things to ask him. Soon, he sat down across from me and dropped the routine, ready to talk. That's when I woke up. Man, I miss you. I've no doubt you're still out there, somehow putting it all together, getting a second wind, ready to make this world a better place. I love you, my friend. Come back and visit me anytime.
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No suprise to hear how much Spy was a blessing to so many people on and off the web. I wanted to share that he was very proud of that 70 Challenger and we often swapped stories of our Mopars over the years. He had mentioned more than once his good friend who had one as well and I can only imagine in all his mentions, he was referring to you. I appreciate your post and after reading it, I felt connected and compelled to share. Thank you, -Red
 
Buzzle Hedgerow said:
This is my first post. I'm not online very much, but @spyralout had got me started making an account and wanted me to get to know this community.

@spyralout was my best friend in high school. We became friends playing guitar in his bedroom at his folk's house during lunch break when we were sophomores. After that, there were many occasions that about six or seven of his friends that would wind up at his house during lunch. His mom would always boil a big pot of hotdogs, enough for whoever wanted to come by. His mom was always so sweet and generous with us all, even though we'd cause a daily ruckus in their otherwise peaceful household. To this day, @spyralout was the smartest and most quick witted person I knew. He was a true friend who had a real empathy for the people in his life, even those who he didn't exactly get along with well. He was a perpetual student of life, always learning some new skill and developing some new insight. I never laughed so much as I did when I was with him. We learned to drive together and both ended up with Mopars; mine was a cherry red '68 Charger with a black bumblebee stripe and his was a hemi-orange '70 Challenger with a 440 (a true beast of a
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I'm sorry for your loss. Thanks for sharing your feelings. I did not know your friend, doesn't matter. We all have these friends and are these friends to others. I am struggling still with a loss from last year. I will struggle for a long time. A lot of us get it. Tough deal.
 
@Deebs this is so beautiful.
In cosmic trails where dreams entwine,
Your spirit drifts beyond the vine.
Though out of sight, you blaze the way,
Through hazy realms and skies of gray.

In smoky spirals, visions soar,
We feel you near like times before.
Forever missed, yet ever clear,
In boundless space, you linger here.
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Hard to take in, I was not close with him, but what a legend and big heart.
His spirit and energy lives on through all the minds, plants, seeds and community he fostered and shared life with. I believe in the afterlife, and know he will see you all again as a precious bird checking in, through the radiant flower blossoms, through the tree's all around us and the wind breeze that speaks of worlds beyond. Blessings and love to family and loved ones affected by this tragic news. All my positive energy and love goes out to those in the community suffering deeply from this loss. I feel terrible just seeing this
 
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