What a long strange tripWed, April 15, 2009 - 1:49 AM
The past few months have been crazy, it looks like this spring will be even crazier.
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|would you have it any other way. Your life is one constant adventure my friend, living life that no one could even begin to imagine.|
See you when you get here...your'e not bringing that mutt with you , are you ??
just a warning,.....I have been training my rats and they will rip his flesh !!!
|Sorry I missed you Jen. . . Made it to Gerlach and it is damn cold. The dog was rented, so I wont be having him fight your rats, but he does have a taste for them.|
I can't help but believe you planned it but will never understand whyAnd you know I have a real problem processing suicide, douchebag.
Crazy indeed. I saw the breadcrumbs. I didn't want to see them.
Fuck Bro, I know you were sad in Washington at that farm you were staying at, but I didn't think you were that bad off.
We will be holding a memorial on playa next saturday for you, we expect your ghost to be with us.
Fuck manYou were not suppose to do this shit dude. You were suppose to come and camp here for the winter. WTF. This is fucking bullshit.
Hunter S. Thompson, is that you?
Hunter Thompson only wrote......What Caleb lived. Caleb shoulda kicked that idol to the curb and finished his book.
Caleb was 100% more HS Thompson than the man himself, in my opinion.
Not like that PA arson wannabe.
I hope you are peacefuland having a good trip through the Bardo...
We'll miss your energy here.
Sheeeeesh.... WHY...? Caleb you had so much going on - you were getting there .... You lived a life most of us were afraid to live. Like Christopher McCandless in " Into the Wild " -
May you be at peace now my friend...and we were, friends, for the last 4 years on here. I never met you IRL - we just made fun of BM and the people that took it so damn seriously to the point of neurosis. You were a shit stirer. You were always very kind to me and respectful and helpful when days were not so good for me. You were a good person, talented and living in a lot of pain, your head working overtime...
All I ask is when you 'haunt' us - don't scare the crap out of us ! I'll know you'll be laughing your butt off.
What a sad day for many.
Find the silver lining in this - take care of those around you - keep them close - ASK for help - put your pride aside and ask for help.
Usually asking others for help - helps them too.
God Bless You Caleb...Man your timing was off....Damn you.
Funny how things live on in cyberspace. Now that you're officially dead, Shooter, I thought I'd send a message to whatever thought molecules and sub-atomic particles that have coalesced around the the most powerful of thought forms you've sent out.
I believe that thoughts are things. Things have some type of sub-atomic structure because they can and do influence the movement and state of other things, in the subtle and gross levels. You exist on that super subtle level now around those thoughts that most attached themselves to your being. To those thoughts I say ...
"We meditate on the glory of the Creator;
Who has created the Universe;
Who is worthy of Worship;
Who is the embodiment of Knowledge and Light;
Who is the remover of all Sin and Ignorance;
May He enlighten our Intellect. "
-Gayatri Mantra the sanskrt sound here www.youtube.com/watch
To all the ugliness you took into yourself, you are not that.
Those thought forms, in power, eventually lose their magnetism because they are not as powerful
as the pure source, the pure thoughts, that you we I all are. When those thought forms most dear to your soul seek powerful thoughts, they now find that in the pure thoughts of creation, in the skies over the mountains of Black Rock, in the winds on the deserts.
They say. Peace, perfection, universal stillness. A new kind of freedom. Om
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Brother. Om
Letter to Caleb :
La vie passe si vite.
So fast is Life passing us by.
We cling to words like dust to shoes.
We act fast and furious because we can't take the silence in our hearts.
We abuse the hour glass replacing the sand with tears.
We all call it Love, Hate, Friends, Foes.
Like being lost in a desert.
It is all an illusion.
It's easy to write about the pain of war so people reading it can think they are fully relating to the sanitized version of a reality they pad with microwaved food slabs, lubricated by cheap industrially produced piss they think it's beer.
At least YOU ! got to drink some real alcohol on your maiden voyage.
Caleb you nut.
I figured some one would do you in with some grace and make you a hero by applying their sharp tool to remove that above the shoulders protrusion of yours. Thus ending up on the news as an Internet Video...
You know. " CUT HERE "....
But so what...
An exit is but an exit.
A door opens where one closes.
PS: Piss on Satan's hoofs for me.
PS to PS :
It's shitty man...
It would have been 4 years in a couple of weeks since I started reading your thoughts on Tribe.
Places to go, things to do, people to see...
We never met....outside Tribe...
MSN, Skype, Tribe...
It was a maybe on BM this year...
In death people remember you more than in life...
No one to cling to so you can be saved from yourself...
Now I have to re-evaluate my own fucking life...
What a wake up call...
May you finally find peace in your heart.
Ah friend-Thanks for the pictures of the Bunny...you were the best photographer and I see that damn green on green truck w/ the driftwood cab-rack everywhere now.
I guess when I start going to all the fucked up places of the world I will know who to ask for help in fucked up situations.
Still, the world was way more interesting with you in it...and even still! You have been dead for (11) days now and still! You stir up a hornets nest. Can't help but make me smile thru the tears. Damnit. I am sure on the other side you are just as cantankerous and when I get there it's my turn to buy the Old Crow.
Oh, Caleb...We got to know each other decently well at the Burn last year -- and yet, tribe was down so much that we didn't even "become friends" on this piece of digital detritus.
Your memorial bonfire on Ocean Beach was a most vivid memory of 2009 thus far.
I found a 2008 b'man patch the other day and it reminded me of you, and the American Dream denim vest that Francis was gifted, and gifted on to you. I told him so, and he said, "Caleb wore that better once than I could wear it a million times". Too right.
You were an awesome contribution to our Beacon last year. We'd sure hoped you'd be there for another. Gotta have you in spirit, now. I suppose that means pbr & whiskey? Or maybe just some wicked awesome journalism and help around camp.
See ya in the afterlife, pal...
|Hey Shooter, "Fuck You" you MuthaFukka. Someone had ta say that to you, why not me. I love you buddy.|