Philosophe

A lesson I've been wanting to share, if you were to come face to face with the person who raped, tortured, then murdered your family in front of your face, then tied you to a stake and cracked your spine just below your cranium making you quadrapelegic, put your families heads on fuckin' pig poles in your face before he gouged your eyes out, the only things you should want to say to them would be: Thank you for without you I would not have had the chance to grow as a person as I have since, I hope the best for you in this world and anything to come thereafter, I forgive you of any transgression against me that you have committed, and I love you for I love all things.

strange daze

I was thinking about the world potentially on the horizon. I read a projection that in this half century our actions will push all the large mammals into the category of things past and no more. I don't know that I care to live in a world where my own species pushes out of their spot all of the brethren we have which possess honor, awe, humility, and a knowledge of things which are so larger than ourselves and not ours to control because of a mentality of ego and greed which causes us to think all things should be ours and that we can manage systems better than the natural way they are. What folly we do commit, to read how I put it should make one feel ill. It does me. And some people use the biggest cop out every to befoul the voice of mankind. Namely that god will jump out of the sky from a portal and make everything as it should be. That's the most convenient do nothing attitude I've ever heard or would care to, because to top that you would have to be oozing bullshit from your ears. The way I read that idea is that the essence of the great teachers will live again through us when we decide to take responsibility and follow the wisdom paths outlined. But, some people are from Missouri, meaning they have to be shown doom on the horizon before they take steps to counteract it, the problem with that is, in some cases, when something is close enough to show it to someone it's too late to do what's necessary to stem the tide.

Culinary, homeopathy, holism

I've been usin' these detox patches made by a Japanese company from a traditional Japanese cleansing recipe lately. You put the patches on the bottoms of your feet and let it stay over night. It reminds me of garlic socks, which you do the same way, except you just use chopped/diced garlic cloves. I got a big sack of Ajwain recently, imported from India, I was not sure exactly how to use it extensively so I've been putting it in fried potatos. (Damn I need a beautiful olive skinned gal with silky long black hair to tell me I'm so smart, I'm so sexy, and everyone needs to listen to me because I know better than everyone, who loves to cook hot complex meals for us to eat while conceptualizing before making love, then getting up at dawn to give everything we've got to raise up the Universality. I don't ask for much do I.) Lemme see, what else has been on my mind that I can't talk about with the average cretin, believe it or not most people seem extremely limited. I know Cardamom is great with coffee but I need to look up some recipes to use Ajwain in. I'm into healing to an extent because the human body really should not die, it just reaches a threshold where the amount of damage is too much to repair. But, the way I've lived life I'm obviously not afraid of death because, well, you would have had to be there. Nuance is such a beautiful thing.

Dream Big

I was reading something I wrote a number of years ago. It reads, "Never be the one to sober ones dreams or depress ones aspirations, and do not be the one to make play or silliness to cease. If it be not you, do not begrudge someone else innocence or joy." This statement can depend on the type of joy being had, but it was a statement to remind to not to be so serious, so intense.

Widdle Widdle

I once told this lil' girly, who always used to be in such a hurry, that she was tryin' to do too much while not bein' deliberate enough. Some people are in perpetual motion yet all it achieves is to keep up the status quo. Some people spend a little more time in consideration of what they do and are shaping the world with considered action. In doing this a single human can have the heart they possess dominate an entire age by thinking about what they do before or while doing it. This kiddy would always mess up because I don't believe she was living this philosophy, or maybe she jus' screwed up when I was around cuz I'm so sexy.

Hope

I have gotten far too agro in my head recently and I need to get back to a philosophy of hope in which I let all I come into contact with feel the feeling I have come to know over time, that all things are as they should be, because how could they be otherwise. Most of everyone I have ever known are unrecognizably changed, broken, or dead. But still hope is with us all because once we were here and we still are.

Motivation

This post is not about personal motivation or motivation in a vague or general sense (anyone who has read any of this would have noticed that I have never given any personal information, none of the pictures have any person I know as I have more respect for my family and friends than to put their lives or mine on cyberspace for people to peruse who care nothing for them beyond what can be scamped, it is more a place for conceptualization and a photo-journalistic experiment) it is actually an attempt to communicate my uncertainness as to the motives of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. When read it almost seems as though Julius, Mark Antony, and Augustus are the heroes while Brutus and Cassius are the villains. I'll break it down piecemeal, Julius Caesar was a war monger who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Celts, Germans, Slavs, and numerous others, that is the most paramount aspect of his character. Mark Antony, through his actions after the execution, brought about the downfall of the republic and the rise of the beaurocracy, decadence, and ultimately the psychosis which was brought to a head by Nero, leading to the collapse of the entire Roman civilization. And he's a hero? Hardly, he, quite possibly, put what was simply a lovers rage, above any other consideration in his world. Brutus and Cassius were the only men who stood up to a man who put personal ambition above the citizenry he was entrusted to protect. Roman law called for the immediate execution of any man who aspired to dominate Rome through empire. They were true and willing to sacrifice themselves to see justice be done upon those who would subvert and ultimately destroy the Roman world which existed on three continents. Shakespeare portrays them as betrayers and conspirators, things I would not be willing to admit they were. Some have suggested to me that the entire play is written in sarcasm, and he was the modern ages first psychological professional in many ways. I'll be sure to ask him when we swim side by side in the Great Silver Stream.

Views of Sacramento

This is around the capital mall, it has a Soviet triumphal yet utilitarian nature to it, no?
Notice the capitol dome in the background. None of the organic beauty that Dulce Maria just exudes.
Downtown from the I Street bridge.
The Delta King from the same bridge.
Both of Old Sacramento at night, cobblestone streets and horse drawn carriage tours. not big, maybe 1/2 mi. sq. Can you tell how drunk I was?

Scenes from eastern Washington and Columbia River

I'll try to go left to right and top to bottom. First is a building this cat I worked for this summer was hoping to make into an intentional community meeting hall.














A group of horse including, I shit you not, a blue eyed horse. Tanks for ethanol distillation, and what Ed called sarvisberry, which I think may be the same thing as serviceberry. I don't understand that Pacific Northwest Canadian clip accent, and I tried not to talk to Ed more than neccessary because he was such an asshole.






















Group of wildflowers, nice seed globe, Scots Broom, the one between the car and Aspen grove is of a coyote carrying away a bag of Smartfood Popcorn, it was unusual to witness but not uncommon.




























Some terrain shots from my walks. This is where I was when I talked to you on the phone Pele. Got a few pictures of some neat old cars.



























































































This Flat top mountain is an extinct volcano named Mt. Elizabeth.





The following pics, including the one of the wetland are from the top of Mt Elizabeth, the stream below is Malo Creek, which had resort housing for "snowbirds", or people who went to Arizona when it got cold. I went down the shear face on foot for some of the shots.







































The sweatlodge, the ride from Spokane to Portland was high, dry country, notice the plantation lumber in rows, Columbia River.