Days spent on mundane but crucial physical structural issues, receiving and resolving battery issues, escaping high winds up at the base of Mount Whitney, making final Arrangements of design, source, and availability of the potentially lethal cracked rear brace.
Which is more important, the long planting and cultivation season or the first fruits? Equally important. But it sure is nice to begin to see the fruit. That's what today felt like after a long long long cold hard planting season.
You have a new flag, my friend noticed. My reply. very cool that you noticed. It was very organic at being born, as with pretty much everything with me. For all that time in DC and since American flag was very much part of my imagery. It cost me untold credibility with the so-called liberal activists. I hate the reality of America, a religion of selfishness no matter who it hurts, including our children, but I love the lies that I was taught when I was very young about how Noble America was so I refused to surrender America and have been fighting for making those lies reality. But the truth is too undeniable to me now. America was always of by and for greed, the exceptions proving the rule. All the noble sentiments were merely air freshener in a horribly foul-smelling bathroom. For months this has been clear to me as the flags remained on the vehicle. Slowly I was beginning to think of an alternative. The 65 mile an hour winds about a week ago did quite a number on the flags accelerating the Genesis. Some casual searching online for small flags with a cross Motif didn't turn up anything. The local True Value Hardware Store had little but then the nice lady there said, what about these orange bandanas, the hikers like them? The rest is history.
I pledge allegiance to the same as Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Confucius, before me. To serving the neediest souls in solidarity. For the joy of it. And to every individual, and group, dying to do the same. And to none other.
the bad news for James is that he needs to dramatically step up his game. The good news is for James, he is glimpsing that. James throughout his adulthood has felt most alive, most joyful, when his vision was sufficiently crystallizing and all of his resources could focus to their Peak. as dr. King rightly said, the person is only equipped to live when giving their lives to something they value more than themselves. Jesus said it this way, whoever would hold on to their life will lose it, and whoever will lose it for the sake of creation, will gain it. Both men were true.
the nervous system of James has been fully possessed by this, joyfully, his entire adulthood but sometimes it is easy and obvious focus and other times not. I don't know if I'll live long enough to understand how much of it is under the control of even the most expert practitioner, and how much is simply a function of enough time and data for it to be possible to assemble a reasonable vision.
for his entire adulthood James has been in and out of both modes with almost no gaps in between. For more than the last year he has been in the data-gathering, study, pondering mode and maybe now even more joyful will be the possibility of a vision crystallizing and mobilizing around that Is at hand?
But if this is about James, it is about nothing. it is about the population that has been his primary concern, the one in a million survivors, today and 300 years from now, with the potential for their soul to be fully Alive, their limbic system, their mammalian brain, for the joy of it serving those poor souls they can access in solidarity.
When a vision begins to finally give birth within him His nervous system begins to give birth to metrics like the following that help him Focus, accelerate, intensify, and grow in capabilities more rapidly. The following began to emerge several days ago. with such low scores with ten being hi he has a long way to go and is likely to become even more remote then you usually see. the article he shared this morning with some of you can give you an idea of how deadly serious he views the situation and how urgent. Chris Hedges on the future we can now be quite certain of, Post below.
This nasty, Twisted, f***, sneaks up behind me on one of the worst parts of this 3-hour climb and then Royals coal, having modified his truck to blast exhaust on cyclists like me. The shoulder is wide, in no way was this walking pile of s*** impeded by my travel. I wanted revenge, and I got it, but not from where I expected it. this was the third time in a week, I don't suspect that this Twisted f*** watches and waits. I suspect that our times of travel synchronize at a time that he is headed back to his Cesspool of a home. Just gratuitous evil.
The type of Revenge that my hypothalamus, my Reptilian Brain, My Flesh, wanted, should be easy for you to imagine. And it was easy for me to imagine and immediately my soul, my limbic system, my mammalian brain, said, no, James, that won't satisfy you.
Within a few more moments My Soul showed me the following. What a pitiful shriveled miserable unhappy joyless soul that creature has, Having been born with a joyful one. As we all are. Realizing that was revenge enough. I shall continue to try and better live my life such that on occasion maybe I can help such a twisted miserable suffering soul return to the Joy known in childhood that is supposed to travel with us all our lives, as it long last it has returned to me these recent decades.