what i know of dave i know first because i met him here in tribe and second because when i was looking to spend time in portland, he invited me sight unseen to stay with him and his children. what kind of person invites strangers to stay in their home? what kind of person invites strangers to stay in their home not only with himself, but also with his children? the kind who is raising some really big souled kids. dave is the kind of papa it is truly healing to behold doing the papa thing. he totes them uphill in a little red wagon and maintains equanimity when they complain about stuff as he's lugging them uphill at the end of a long day. his daughter is bright, verbal, holds onto crazy information. she's inherited her papa's mind. she's benefited a lot from his love and his honesty. there are too many cool things about dave to squish them all in here. dave is a plant whisperer. he shares his wisdom openly, teaches once a week if you want to hang out and learn some of what he knows about the ways of the green ones. dave has a kind of direct and intense energy about him. he is really, really knowledgeable about a lot of stuff. don't tell anyone but dave secretly knows how to fly planes.

this man is the complete kitty
im proud to call myself his friend
im an empathetic cat and i feel his love across 6000 miles
love you dave,
your friend simon

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incoming transmission.kjlsepa==ll! l

A story that begins on an ancient Phoenician vessel, a merchant vessel to be precise, yet people with a team of explorers on a journey to uncover lands far beyond, depicted in a map only a handful of wise ones know of, a map passed on by the elders of old, from that once great continent. More than a map, also a jewel...not one you can buy or sell though, a jewel of the mind, of the soul if you will.

Fast forward a few thousand years to a little place called Montauk, where strange emanations are radiating out like twisted and perverted crystalline thought structures, creating vibrational waves that would leave ripples in the continuum.

One ripple, Little Ripple, would manifest itself in the shape of a young warrior visionary, a mountain jew, a juggling mad-man, a new jersey shaman, a wilderness ranger, a tracker of dreams, and a teller of stories new and a reteller of stories ancient.

Fast forward to Mount Tabor, the fabled mount of old, where the Christ was filled with the light, the blinding light, where his three brothers in charms would also be filled with the ligh.

A mountain where Sirian three eyed beings would send down transmissions to the wapato growing matriarchs. Where one of the entrances to the insectoid underworld pops up like a beautiful sore out of the emerald nightime grass. Where THEY!!! hold the waters and generate the vibrations.

Where african trees and and nebulous bovids are born like beautiful and delicate angels of this and all dimension.

Here, and in Palenque, and in Montauk, and the Navaho lands, and in the Mission mountains, and in the western volcanoes, and wherever there's a A Story-a to tell....well, that's where you should look for this cat.

And if your eyes aren't working so hot....just follow that muli-dimensional didgeridooced battery powered vibe coming from the Northwestern shore.

You'll find him.

And while you're at it, bring a smile and some smoke. Couldn't make him any happier...unless maybe you've got a bottle of dionysus juice with you.

Dave is a beautiful shamadelic man. He is a natural in the forest and moves at a good interactive pace. Dave is a wise fella yet he dosen't take himself too seriously. Life's seasonal rythms keep him well connected to purpose while he plays with the infinate in a respectful and blissful way. He is a happy dad-o-saurus, and his kidz smiles show the family capacity for love.