Is wainman over?

Just saw this on Lou Wainmans Facebook..
Very long and weird read, though looks like he is leaving wainman?



So, we're all curious. What in the world happened between you and Wainman Hawaii? It really seemed like things were going to go well for the company this year. The ManiaC was coming up soon, but then all of sudden you lost Hannah to Best and now it comes out that you're no longer with them? What happened? It just seems like the wheels are falling off the bus with WH.
Truth is I am majority share holder of the company known as Wainman Hawaii. The one that uses my symbol. The sign of the beast.
the proof is everywhere.
There are 3 types of people in maui. Tourist who know of type 2 and 3
Locals who don't know of type 3
Type 3 is anybody who tries to remember why you always get sent back and for about 10 minutes combined on average will bust a smile.
When type 3 fight type 4 smiles because it's just your king and it's check.
Truth is I died for the 3rd time in this lifetime on the night of December 21. It's sounds space bally but if you have ever been knocked out or in such a deep state of sleep or relaxation that well, maybe your spirit takes a little vacation and forgets to come back before dawn. maybe. muhahaha.
my body had what felt like electric current. like 1.21 gigwatts but constant not a spike...it was really a calm feeling like maybe the first time the car test driver tried out carbide brakes. but I knew this was it. I was like...oh ****...cool....oh ****.....cooooooool.......for an hour....so i thought hell why not try turning up the frequency/volume/power?...as i realized I was in control but could not turn it off.Then it was like someone turned off the loud music and the energy turned white and it felt like I just had finished a big chinese buffet meal. then it felt like taking a long pee. I was visited by 3 people that week. prior to laying down in my bed in the big green house.
I think that naturally I am very very high. I have bi-polar disorder ( Dr Fozzy Bear diagnosed me ;)). I get Manic. C get it.
I did'nt choose that name. but those eyes?. I was told it was not my eyes. and that I was not needed.
Truth is that I'm very different from you. chemically and electrically, and well very different spiritually too.
being very naturally "high" people who use some drugs kind of reach up the level of the ladder I live at. but they are not holding a convincing poker face whatsoever. most people. like 1%.
So naturally I am very alone. luckily I like it. I think that week a lot of people in the astrology and hippy world were gathering in Maui.
being very sensitive.....They came to me one by one and dished out the spookyville side of "our world" we exist in. using just words,eyes and props.
So there I was.........dealing with a company as backwards as a polish guy in hawaii playing surfer boy with the mafia wanna be guys money...then..., marriage problems mostly due to the partners using my wife to manipulate me. Then problems with the fancy lifestyle they provided her on my behalf with no funding or gear to even be functional or responsible without getting out of the sport and getting a normal jo or signing over things and being a slave. a newborn angel baby and a ton of expectations from a lot of different type of people. There I was In Paia, Maui, like 2 years ago.. in the green house, sweating electricity and floating above my bed only about an inch but off the bed for sure......and then I stopped breathing. stopped blinking. felt no pain or pressure. no fear or guilt. and then everything went brown. not black, brown.
and in the distance I saw a white light..as I approached it or it approached me, i forget....i noticed it was eyes but cartoony like....not a light at all and a faint outline the same brown color but like a bad photoshop job of a cucumber looking guy. but brown. about 4 feet tall.
before I continue I have to add......some of us have lived a million lifetimes.
some of us are here to protect and serve. and some of us are here to learn right from wrong.
One thing is for sure, we are all connected very deeply.
so anyway This little **** man with just eyes says to me.....hey.
so I say...hey.
then he smiles a **** smile.....and with his sticky stick like arms and hands he gestures that we walk a certain way....not the way he came toward me or I toward him but a different angle in this big empty brown room that had no corners.
so we walked or slithered I don't remember....and he says to me....how is your deja vu? so I luckily answered back...I'm not sure what you mean.
he said ok good so your up to speed with me? then I quickly said......if you say so
he said.. good !.....an under his voice I heard something like bch thnks thisissagame...
good he says again real real loud and then says sooo good you got 5 or 5 by the count and what I mean by that is you did lie once or twice, you did steal once or twice, you did the neighbors wife....and daughter.....thats two for one by the way.............and I don't mean sexually.
then I got nervous. he said......Loucifer.........you did'nt kill, you did'nt bear false witness, etc etc.....so Lou......here what were gonnna do.
i'm going to make a bet with you. if you don't laugh at what I do next you can do whatever you want from here on out. back to earth, senda? whatever. so I say. what have I got to loose?
so he quickly says ok I can't wait any longer......and he runs around in a circle with his **** legs leaving **** in a circle really fast, faster and faster and then as he passes me in this 68 foot circle a super mean looking devilish fan appears with knarly blades and a dragster motor running it on full blast, chopping the air in front of my face almost sucking me in, then god comes running around the bend into the fan and **** goes flying everywhere.........in my eyes, mouth, nose, hair, shoe laces, even somehow wrapped around the back of my head and down my back. like 50 pounds of it. I kinda coughed and said, GU, cough, Jesus ****ing Chri............ and as I was saying Cryyyyyy he re appears fan disappears and he says back you go evil son of mine, you don't take your brothers name.......and just then I said.........CRIIIIIS TRONOLONE.
and then he shut the **** up because he remembered Chris has all the film back on earth.
just waiting to show you who is in charge of this brothel.
So in the morning at 9 am I came back to my body from God knows where and went to my magic Chevy truck and went to Kippahulu to digeest the weeks events.
The most scary stuff I left out like the 3 ghosts who spoke with me and told me things about "this place" and my spirit in particular here in "this place and time"
Ah **** it I have to tell you about Danny.
Danny was not the first Ghost, the first Ghost was a black guy bleeding from the mouth in a doorway with eyes like no albino could imagine but blue.
he was i could feel the good angel. I mean ghost.
I called them ghosts because when I told my wife she would have not have listened to my story if I had said angels. messangers **** it.
Danny is the last of the weavers or we are he said. he said he wanted me to fashion (make) him a stick, like a walking stick. but with an orbital handle for some reason and made of a certain wood for the shaft.
I was trying to listen to him as he drank a big rabbit beer and played his ukulele.
he had a palm woven hat on with a looooong tweed or grass thing that was sticking 4 feet behind his head.
he kept moving his head like saying no.....and this tweed thing kept tapping the sign post behind us as this mother ****er jammed on that thing and sang the most beautiful song like a woman. but loud. and nobody was awake. the streets silent and wet, black as the sky and the occasional car or truck buzzing by..leaving a refreshing mist on our faces. Danny is a big curly red headed guy with not so perfect teeth and a bit of a lyssp. He weaves cool hats like even base ball caps out of palms.
we were sitting next door the green house at the fire station on the lawn by the sidewalk next to Hana highway.
anyway.....I knew something bad was going to happen. i think because I was sitting there along at first and across the street walked danny when there was rush hour traffic. i started to feel like after sitting there for hours it seemed that Danny was there for a reason. but after a while it was like something is weird.
that this guy was the devil here to collect.
(incidentally...back in the day I did a thing. a thing there...being so blessed and all to begin with.......you see I said outloud..that ...I would trade my soul with the devil for one shot at becoming the first type 5. to become something so different I entertain myself forever and hopefully not get sent back to do first grade again.
a type of person who is not feared or hated....not made fun of or worshiped.
to find loopholes within loopholes so fast that the first statement to find the loop hole never gets said because 500 loop holes disproving it are spit out before the first claim is made. that fast.
anyway.....during Danny and my time there.......I could feel that the purpose of our little get together on the side of the road was to finish something for good and start again.......but that it would not happen over night. I could feel that it was going to be scary. and when Danny came to speak about ....why I felt this way on this night, like some doom feeling.....holding the strings of his old ukulele stopping the music......why do I feel this doom looming over head.......I asked myself the same question and felt good for a moment.....but then he started the whole telepathy thing about how important my daughter is...and my role as angel X and so on, and I just wanted to leave and go back to my room and not jump in front of a car, which was what he was saying to me mentally. which was scary. he kept looking up the road at the cars approaching with headlights glaring and would stop playing like he was studying the tires sound or something and when he did that he would talk to me telepathically.
devil stuff. so basically he was giving me a choice, death now or a little later.
so I accepted it. and the next lights that came down the road I readied myself by taking off my flip flops and getting a good footing and right as Rick Markham approached at about 40 mph in his monster white van with huge swamp tires and right as I was about to leap in front of him, (not knowing it was him as I had lights in my eyes) Danny telepathically said NO ! what are you crazy? !!! and then I just felt so relieved I went to kiss his feet and again he said NO !!! I was like oh my god I am so weird...so I just cried there and held my head low in shame while he played on again.
and this was the most trippy part.........ghost 3 Bobby rides up on his bike and stops and looks me right in the eyes and says.............YEAHHHHH BUDDY your with us now !!!) (so weird).
and then rides off. (that was all from ghost 3) but angel non the less.
so Danny is now playing this ukulele very strangely, it is sounding magical like high high notes and low low notes and he is signing the most lulaby type angel song ever that I am bursting out in tears about my daughter and how she still has a father in me and that I'm not a pancake. and so relieved I didnt jump in front of rick of all people.....and as he finished the song, with a twingy twingy twingy thing like a thousand miles an hour.......it stopped.......but as he finished this other channel I never met personally or so I know of.....says to me.........to get out of this you must yell it out...all the hate,fear,anger and evil in you must leave forever........and so I took the biggest breath I ever took and while I did so I realized I'm not going to yell out the traditional AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH as loud as ****....but Hallelujah like one millisecond before I woke the heavens. then silence...1 am or so and not one complaint from yelling or music.....not a sound, nothing.. I just kind of gethered my head......and said, that's enough for me.. and excused myself politely, hoping he did'nt yell out NOOOOOO again and do something freaky like pick gum off his hooves or something.....and i just went to bed.....but as I shut my eyes........blue energy time....oh boy.....
and so yeah the next week I went to the other side of the island and wrote a book about good and evil.
and how to destroy both.
it's hidden on Maui, one half is blue the other is red.
if you observe the red side you will not exist and if you read the other blue side you will never live like this again.
on one side the swirl goes clockwise and the other the right way.
and since Chevy makes magic trucks for type 3 and 4's I survived some scary adventures with it (it's not a girl or a boy) that truck was an It. it is another story. filled with miracles and guys made of ****.
so my point of all of this is I quit or rather must evolve from Wainman Hawaii as I don't belong or am not needed. but again.....majority share holder, and master minder from the day of how to make a line winder and who could carbon fibre up a sidewinder.So the other burning question is what's next for you? You've been known for next level stuff, are you still motivated to create gear for the average rider, or are you going to go in search of that massive leap forward and blow everyone's minds?
I would usually be sarcastic and say "ask the **** upstairs" but in short I have 4 burning ideas I want us all to work on
hydro pogo stick type segway thing for no wind and every body near water at least 3 feet deep or so........carrots.....dynamic soaring suits, and the box man helmet/super computer that links us together using a new interface. You know for the apple minded who also own pc's cuz you got to have both.
I want to make my dog dick kite with the leading edge separate from the kite so when you let go or crash the things stops and once again no leashes needed.
i'd like to get into acting in movies and get into designing or rather conceptualize things and let the guys who went to college do the math cuz my ass for sure was at the beach back then to get to here to afford this computer and this stupid fee to connect with you with a whole lot of words that mean jack ****. but for one lucky soul sitting there taking a refreshing dump in some bathroom somewhere in some strange land, maybe just maybe right as he or she is reading this a chain reaction is started of laughter in a bathroom for no reason that keeps spreading like wildfire out the door into the streets and can be heard everywhere. and maybe then the good angel somewhere up there in the woods up country maybe (forgot your name bro) maybe you ...you super human black guy with bloody lip and words of my quest......maybe you can hear the sound of success, not cry's or failure but success that the town did not get taken over by demons on my account.
and so your welcome.
I hate to bring it up now but incidentally trading Danny was a good loophole.
and don't expect much from a 40 year old guy who already gave everything he got.
protect people like that because they carry a heavy load and don't need cell phones.

over the edge maybe

luv
type 6

i recon hes eaten an A4 sheet of acid.

Lou's FB feed has been scary for a month or so. Seems he is no longer a part of Wainman as a company. I hope he has some support on a personal level.

I don't think there is any doubt that Lou is unwell. He freely admits that.

From what I've gathered so far is that he's getting shafted by the WH company. He's not getting what is owed to him and is near on no money while the company used his name to make themselves rich. Most of us know he has some serious Psychological issues and they could have contributed to the problem but it looks like WH has just taken him for a ride and spat him out at the end.

This is just what I've understood of the situation, it could be way off the mark because reading the stuff he writes is confusing as all hell.

Maybe he's been eating the mushrooms from around the Monsanto compound....

I want Flash Austin Hawaii Kites.....What happened to that guy?

Some Kite Company blue prints =

Get investors
Buy a face for the company like shannon best, wayman etc and advertize like mad
The face fades after a short time, but the investors remain
It can be hard to see who actual owns the kite brand because of the shares setup

Sounds like he's moving to north kites

Lou would get some bad looks from the neighbours after that one...well the mother and daughter part, but as said..

But he don't care?

A man devastated as his passion was taken away...stand tall and ride on mate.