Jaya Palmer

In his own words, Jake Jaya Palmer had a double hard knocks Phd in applied substance abuse and trauma-informed relationship ruining. He recently returned to his hometown of Seattle after a few years of totally blowing it in Oakland. -Written by Jake for a recovery group bio

Present to his gift of gab, Jaya was a scientist, a wounded healer, writer, and neologist. He was a soil and systems genius, environmentalist and futurist, fruit-juggling clown, psychedelic healing advocate, amateur nutritionist, and crypto wizard.

Jaya inspired everyone he met and changed lives both for the worse but mostly for the better. Jaya was a semi-retired gangster Bodhisattva, a dedicated product tester, and some kind of paradoxical anti-capitalist-entrepreneurial-machine elf.

Jaya was a great admirer and cataloguer of beauty, ideas and prose, particularly his own. A heartful musician and dancer, he academically and colloquially embodied queerness. His love languages were eating snax and info dumping.

Community was of primary importance to Jaya. He disliked humanity but loved people. Fiercely loyal beyond what he could realistically tend to, Jaya had high standards in his heart and mind.

He was a renegade mentor, believed luck was the residue of design, and helped anyone who he could catch the ear of to find their ikigai and craft their purpose. Both by his life and in his death, we are reminded of his trail-blazing nature and utter bravery. He loved to say, “it’ll look great in the book!”

Jaya was no stranger to the ineffable, and this is the quality with which he will be missed. The loss of him cannot be put into words. Jaya will be missed deeply and he will be missed every day.

Jaya is survived by hundreds of degenerate friends, a dog skeleton, and a family who loves him unconditionally.