FREEDOM

The truth of the matter is this for me. I finally realized that freedom doesnt come in the form of what you do with it. It comes in the form how you access the parts of your mind that you keep telling yourself, "no I cant do that." Once you realize youve done it, at least in your mind, you have to move on. Now if that lesson works on me, Ill be here to live long enough to tell your kids that life is worth living. But if I choose to breed, let me tell you this, my kids ill know this: that under the pavement is nature, its just a few inches, sometimes feet away and there's nothing I want more than to see them free in nature.

I actually turned off a movie this morning because they left the forest and went to town. I realized something in that. I hope you all are living your dreams or putting the ducks in order to do so. Anything else is slavery and if you read this, Im guessing your a soulder not a soilder or a slave for that matter.

Do what you want or what you need to get it.

Lakota Nation

When the last electric light goes out,
And the internet no longer clicks,
When all of our rivers run with aluminum,
And the sea swirls with plastic bottles,
We will realize that money cannot be eaten,
Nor borders upheld.

www.republicoflakotah.com

Simultaneous Sunrise & Set

Moving swiftly and yet my mind moved slowly through the airport I find that our community, our tribe is the furthest removed from the world of that which surrounds us. We are targets of good, trust, proctection and a representation of all that still is human.

The future is here.
It is not coming.

And in this time when humanity is overcome by destiny, we represent the only things that are real, we carry the torch of what is true when illusion fails. We are what everyone will become...in a way.

You are special, you are needed, you are truely a light in all that which is dark. Stand tall and proud, walk your way. Help those who are failing, the ones who seek direction. Show them the direction is to think about their own direction. Trust those who follow only themselves. When you no longer react to anyone or anything you have become the person you always wanted to be.

I made it through the airport. My gate got changed. The guy next to me munched on a pack of 100 Calorie Chocolate Chip Cookies as my chlorinated water helped three ice cubes float generously between phases of liquid and gas.

And as I relaxed into my seat, finally in the furthest back corner of the jet, with thousands of moments to travel, the sun set far off in the hills somewhere while somewhere else on an open sea rised simultanously... without me.

Post

I've got a post...

It goes like this.

Don't dance too fast.

The music won't last.

Done.

Three Worlds

It had been brought to my attention that in the beginning of time early man and woman spent day upon day in the wilderness. Such a place was full of fear, predator and inclimate weather, unpredictable and unrelenting.

This was the wild.

Today we have found ways to move from such a place to one where predators are our fellow humans, the fear comes from powerful men, and the weather still tends to fall but now we have boxes from which away we can get by crawling into them. We call them homes.

This is the Default

There is a place where the weather is unreal and comes from the ground up, the men and women also nearly are of a dream and the interactions unrepeatable yet repetitive. It is not however a dream. It is rather a city, one more made of magic than the disappearing acts of any magician there ever has been. But yet it is not magic, it is real.

This is Black Rock.

Social Unplug Dare

Without a cell, internet connection or television how long can you survive at this point in human history?

No, not in theory.

In reality… would you, no, could you give up all of these three things for one week?

A month?

A day?

Would you?

Do it then.

That's what I thought...

Never Slept

Sometimes I wish I was in Nicaragua but that is a bunch of shit. I never went. I just had to check out. This is what I came up with.

America is not all it's cracked up to be.

The dream ended. The nightmare started. The rest of us never went to sleep.

Oh, and I don't plan on it.

Nicaruagua

Just walked through the boarder of Mexico this morning into Guatemala on the way to Nicaruagua. Final Destination, should be this evening or tomorrow, Lago de Ometepepe.

Captain's travel log, stardate May 14, 2007, sometime after sunrise: the darker the skin the friendlier. It is obvious the white people are drenched in overcoats of comepition, confusion and manipulation down here. Nonetheless, I travel forward running into both those connected with the land and those connected with cultures of nonesense, pointlessness and rejection.

The taste of rejection stampers on my tounge from last night. Two beautiful girls, women actually, with roundness and ripeness realizing only this morning rolling in reality I remembered that chicks don't like it when I reject them no matter how kind I am.

This thought harbors on the sea of my mind today as I move by foot, by plane and by taxi, possibly by autobus. Everytime a ship, lady friend if you will, has docked and set sail to the open ocean, distress calls I have faced. In the metaphor I am not the coast guard but rather the shore itself; I send out helpers to assists these ladies caught in such high swells, turblulent seas.

Upon their return always how they cry and tell me they never should have left, but in myself I shake my head so as not to let them see I agree, and welcome them back friend or foe as does the shore to the sea it does too without a no, or a know.

Fucking Aliens Dude

Waffle my arse, I say Aliens

I mean really, who builds with toothpicks.

You gotta be from outter space?!

Dalai Lama, Grandpa, Me

The 14th Dalai Lama spoke in Chicago on Sunday May 6 in a Park.


After a moment of presence by pointing out our connection to nature, each other and the city he asked gently what the white tent in rows 30-40 were. Once he was told it was the sound board a laugh/giggle clapped out of his belly and through his eyes. Pointing out a few bald guys in the audience and chuckling at their, "wisdom shining through," he gave a talk.



It's confidencial though so I can't tell you here.



No, just kidding.



He spoke about compassion. The road to compassion is to avoid anger placed on the self by experiencing through other people's senses the world. However, when one fails at this and allows the thorns of other's anger to penetrate oneself, "as we cannot cover the world in leather but only our feet," as to avoid stepping on thorns, we are left to learn forgiveness.



Forgiveness is the ability, and action, of separating one's actions from the person (either the self's actions or another). When we see that we are all the same, just look different, and understand that sometimes people just have a bad day or moment, we can forgive the individual and understand their moment or doing was a blurp in time.



He recommends getting divorced if you're living with a partner who keeps blurping.



Finding a calm mind is the only way to be healthy in body. And, "I've never seen an unhealthy person happy, and all the happy people I've seen are healthy in groups of more healthy people." My grandpa said that yesterday laying in the hospital wrapped up with sheets, gleaming from a shining head looking not that much different from the Dalai himself. Funny thing was he gave the same talk. At the end my grandfather pronounced me a graduate of grade 1, which he upped to grade 3 by midnight, and pronounced me a minister or priest or rabbi or lama myself.



When I went back for my lesson today I learned when someone says excuse me, they mean it. I learned when someone means something to listen. I did not move up a grade.



Yeeha.