Friday, December 25, 2015

Christmas 2015


You are an explorer, and you represent our species, and the greatest good you can do is to bring back a new idea, because our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas. Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness.

- Terence McKenna


For me, over these 6 decades come and gone, this season is a triad of "holidays" (holy days). Dec 21 is both the day I mark as the Winter Solstice and my mother Vivian's (RIP) birthday.

Of course these days my mom's birthday is kinda sad as I do miss her, very much. She was such a good soul and having to raise me along with my 2 1/2 siblings must have been quite the challenge.

The Winter's Solstice... aaah... this is me. Long ago I slipped into the life stream of the natural world. And that world is one that exists not just as material but as the core of my heart, mind and soul. 

I love the earth. More than my mom, my family or my friends. 

Nature is all. It is all we have and all that we have has come from her. The life here on our planet is absolutely connected to life everywhere. There is no other, there is but here. Infinite life expands in all directions - macro and micro.

But Christmas... sigh... 

... Christmas was great as a kid. Innocence makes so much believable. But Christmas is like the Kachinas. It dances into the village costumed and caricaturized. Dancing a lie, a myth but telling the story. Only when an individual is old enough are they made aware that the Kachinas are their relatives, their neighbors. The masks come off.

For me the mask came off Christmas when I started doing sweatlodge and traveling with the plant medicines, the entheogenic spirits. 

I can't in good conscience share the "joy" of giving. Our consumption will be our doom. It's as simple as that. While many of my friends understand this, the majority of modern humans are clueless. For 40 years I've been at odds with the society around me. Heck, I've flung my body at that wall more than once.

And it's never been easy! I mean I sure don't want to be the Grinch. I don't want to spoil anyone's enjoyment, especially the children's. So my kids were raised celebrating Christmas. But once we moved into the farm celebrating Christmas became an enigma. It was mid-winter, energy bills are high, I'm raising 2 kids (teenagers!) by myself and I don't believe in it. 

Luckily (?) I've never had an issue being a bit different. It was tough maturing into it but the same process was always involved - "how many sheep does it hold?" Because of me being me fighting to save an old growth forest or being a hippie working for an environmental organization in the middle of conservative ranching country or driving a truck with pot leaves painted all over it when pot was still illegal (ughhh, gross!) takes a certain amount of crazy. The rewards tho'... that's the kind.

AND driving that truck (20' flatbed loaded with tons of lumber) for almost 5 years with no violations shows a certain level of skill. 

I'm not trying to change anybody. I do work hard on occasion trying to change minds - and hearts - but mostly I want to enjoy this lifetime's sojourn on a beautiful planet. A planet I call home and mother.

Merry Christmas!

(self portrait)


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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behaviour and information processing. They open you up to the possibility that everything you know is wrong.

- Terence McKenna


Wednesday, July 29, 2015

aaah... summer - or why the hell are you killing my elephants? (and whales and sharks and lions and rhinos and humans...) Part 1


And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father.

- Black Elk


Trying times my friends, trying times. Hang on to your hats 'cause this shift is just starting to get interesting...

... or not. All is illusion. Matter does not matter. At least it must not because we have been such shits as stewards of our little globe of matter.

Over the decades I've fought many battles, stood with many of my relatives on this line or that. I've made great friends - and few enemies. I've managed to maneuver the morass that is this pit some call civilization with more than my share of luck.


And I don't like it. When I was a kid outside is what mattered. Lizards and bugs and birds and reptiles and all the critters and leafy ones. My curiosity kept me busy turning over rocks and peering into water and learning about the life around me. 

And I was lucky to have great parents and a world that didn't consider children walking without adult supervision a crime. We came and went. We rode bikes. We played games and sports. The school playgrounds stayed open after school... ice cream was a nickel a scoop.

Then one day I ran into civilization head on.

I was probably 10, maybe 11 and collected butterflies and other winged things. I knew their life cycles, their Latin names and where they roamed. I could draw them with skill and a knowing eye.

Until... the day I was discovered by 3 older boys while I was chasing butterflies in one of our local parks. I don't remember much other than I was scared shitless. I'd been picked on - heck I had an older brother - but this was 3 bullies. And they bullied me of my innocence, shamed me for my curiosity and study and they pushed me around for their amusement.

I never chased another butterfly. I stopped catching tadpoles and watching them grow to become frogs.

I mean in one sense it was ok, all cultures have their coming-of-age initiations. Mine was just not ceremonial, kind or honoring. But it certainly filled the bill for the civilization in which I would grow up.

to be continued...

I would rather be a little nobody, then to be an evil somebody.

― Abraham Lincoln


Wednesday, January 7, 2015


“It’s clearly a crisis of two things: of consciousness and conditioning. We have the technological power, the engineering skills to save our planet, to cure disease, to feed the hungry, to end war; But we lack the intellectual vision, the ability to change our minds. We must decondition ourselves from 10,000 years of bad behavior. And, it’s not easy.”

– Terence McKenna


As always I get stuck. Where do I start? What the heck do I want to say or point too? Will it even matter? Do I write about the good? Do I point out the bad shit going on?

Well hell... I guess I just start eh? Kind of like reaching into a closed sack of surprises just letting my brain decide. Could be dangerous...

Ok, best first.

Without a doubt I am a child of the '60s. Born in 1951 my teen years happened in the sixties. And good times they were. But the '70s... that was the decade of growth for me. A decade full of reaching into adulthood and expanding the new horizons being an adult offers.

There was a small, relatively obscure band that I favored back in those days, perhaps you've heard of them. While their beginnings are obscured by clouds, it does take one to meddle a bit, perhaps take one of those journeys to the dark side of the moon or climb over the wall in order to find their tunes. The group is called Pink Floyd. Yeah, I know, but all the bands took on funny names back then - Pink Floyd, Frijid Pink, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Allman Brothers, Santana... crazy stuff right?

Now no longer a teen I find that I am once again in the 60s. MY sixties. 63 freaking years old! No one told me when I was young that young-me would become old-me. So be warned! You too shall wither! Hah! so enjoy your youth, live like it does matter. Do cool things, be adventurous (and safe, duh), live life with some gusto. Love like it matters, live like it matters. And in that living after so many decades you will have your soundtracks, those songs and tunes that will trigger memory and emotion.

So ok... this relatively unknown band - Pink Floyd - does have a small but dedicated following. I suppose that some of them like me, smoke herb. As incredible as it sounds, music can be enhanced by the use of some substances. Pink Floyd? Oh yeah...

Now that I am on WiFi and catching up with all that I've missed (really not that much) wwwebwwwise, I have both the time and capability to watch videos. And to find a video both awesome and with a Pink Floyd soundtrack? Awesome...

A friend of mine, one of those people I would know from Adam should we happen to pass on the street, posted this to FaceBook and I love it! Mike is an ex-cop, river rafting guide and a Buddhist monk (nice mix right?) and his sharing a Pink Floyd tune spoke volumes about the man he is... a genuine and unique individual that obviously is a man of finely tuned tastes - obviously because they are so similar to mine.

So sit back, put the vid on HD, full screen, and enjoy, I'll be back: