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Achingly beautiful this western shore of Michigan. I had no idea.

 [ except for the disgusting, wretched, evil entitled White hoarding.]

Dozens of photos of this beauty added every day at my blog by clicking here when on the blog.


James was asked, is the generator working out? His reply: It's....

James was asked, is the generator working out? His reply: It's.... a game changer. Many weeks I won't use it at all maybe many months, but when weather is really bad or long distance is required it is a tremendous asset. Also horribly heavy and I damaged my back this morning but maybe it was a warning in time.... and without it, and they're does not really seem to be a suitable


Major update. Assuming that the generator Works which will be known within the next hour or so, will very shortly....

Major update. Assuming that the generator Works which will be known within the next hour or so, will very shortly.... find out if we can handle a covid 19, climate destroyed, world. We might be too heavy. We might be way too heavy now with the generator and several gallons of gasoline oh, and four gallons of water which is a lot of additional weight. But with the miraculous help provided by Phyllis Ann Salomone Collins and Alan McCormick, and some other Strokes of luck, the trailer is physically fortified, the axle assembly repaired and fortified, The Hub Motors are now carrying most of that trailer weight and the vehicle there for is infinitely less fragile than it was. Countless countless unimaginable hours of work going into upgrading the vehicles Electronics, wiring, waterproofing, Etc over recent months. If we'll ever be ready to handle this decreased Sun because of climate destruction, and non availability of convenient plug in power sources, fast food restaurants, we're about to find out. I am not pessimistic, but what will be will be. Oh, and self-sufficiency food-wise in terms of preparation. Between the instapot which is tremendously energy efficient for preparing meals, and a small collapsible kettle which is even more efficient for preparing breakfast including tea infuser, not only are meal expenses cut, quality of food somewhat increased, but also packaging dramatically reduced.  And animal kill dramatically reduced, largely vegan now but I can control what food is available to me. The road ahead. The mountains of the Blue Ridge Parkway expected to be beautiful but challenging, and Skyline Drive, are the next leg toward the southern tip of Maine, then if weather and time permits we'll sweep West for the remaining States hoping to pick up California for the winter, Lone Pine would be nice, particularly if I can find some remote long-term place where it is legal for me to stay more than a couple of weeks. 46 States is now the plan, it is not expected that the effort will be made to pick up Delaware and Rhode Island. Practical we are, purists we are not. The purpose remains to be what you said we can in terms of Awakening souls in the occasional encounter through the country. If we think of a more intense way of possibly doing that will do that. This being the alternative my soul gave me two going right away to one of the camps where we nice white Christian Americans are torturing and destroying thousands of children desperate for safety from countries we've destroyed, by burning myself alive at one of them too express my infinite grief, and rage.. That may eventually happen, or not, but certainly this attempt to complete 46 States comes first.


After many covid wks I caught a glimpse of home this morning. My life is of by and for the 10 in a million parched Souls.

To this post above, a friend said, I didn't know you had it!

My reply. psychologically, yes, I have let the world's covid obsession be mine. It was a painful and I think necessary Divergence from my work for the 10 in a million, but maybe I can resume my work now.


My life, my adulthood, is extreme cycles.....

My life, my adulthood, is extreme cycles.....

For months on end I will plunge into a situation, probably dangerous and frightening, to embody it as best I can and therefore come to know it, and eventually my nervous system takes Mercy, my soul, and begins to make sense of it for me enough that I can try and be of some help, some use.

I view these last week's in that way. I'm lost. I'm plunged in and I'm not yet finding my footing. None of this is a complaint, it is a report. The pandemic is a societal coma, or global coma, and my nervous system is trying to come to grips with it. I am not certain that I'm using my time in the way I can to best serve. But it is the best I know and I am trying to claw forward. Spending many many hours a day trying to digest the unfolding Horrors in the world in the hopes that I can begin to find a way forward.

Yesterday I remembered from many weeks past that my mission had been and probably should continue forward, pioneering joy in material hell, for future survivors. I will not be amazed if that is the tow rope that helps me pull out of this quicksand to a place of helpfulness.

My response throughout my adulthood to seeing new catastrophe is to attempt to figure out how to be a catalyst for solution. That reflex has taken charge of my life in the midst of the covid-19 virus and the much more deadly virus that it makes increasingly clear, human selfishness raised to Supreme religion as evidenced in those on the right in this country and the world. And I do not personally regret the pain and difficulty for me in these recent weeks, where I have felt so lost, but I think that I am realizing that I have been lost in the notion that things can be saved which I had several years ago I thought put behind me, facing that they are not going to be saved. And they are not going to be saved.

But I guess I needed this recent weeks of immersion to see that. Again.

And not just the immersion in the horror, many hours every day, and the lockdown, removing me from all physical activism that was my life. But major limbo for my partner, this wonderful vehicle. Weeks and weeks of trying to design a final major upgrade to remove the drivetrain from the tremendous danger zone within which it has existed, bearing twice or more of the weight that it should bear. And the world experts in Vancouver have been slowed to a glacial Pace by the virus. But last night I received this photograph of the almost completed components which may be shipped on Friday arriving first half of next week.

If that transpires and the installation goes successfully then my general sense is that within a month and possibly sooner the Voyage to complete the 48 states will resume.


Log update: I thrive on feeling accountable. Feeling accountable helps me....

I thrive on feeling accountable.

Feeling accountable helps me... stay on track to have the high level of meaning that makes life worth living for me.

This does not mean that I make myself accountable to others approval. Never. I am accountable to the highest conception of being a contributing human being that I can muster. I'm never allowed to delegate that judgment to anyone else, but I consider at least in my mind what others are thinking, and certainly any and all appropriate and put that I can receive.

How is James spending these recent weeks where his friends are so lavishly affording him a safe and beautiful place 2 shelter in place until things open up from the virus?

I suppose there would be nothing wrong if James were using this for entertainment, Recreation, relaxation, but none of those are ways that James and Joyce spending his time, not since he was a misguided kid. That's just him. Maybe. 

These recent weeks he's devoting all of his time, all of his waking moments, on some combination of the following:

  • Trying to make sense of what the f*** is going on in the world, and sharing those insights that come to him that he finds insightful that might be useful to others. Facebook is the primary communication vehicle he is using.
  • Trying to deal with the internal storms that our dystopian external world can trigger within him such that he is as much of a moment-to-moment as he can be, as he understands that to be the major contribution that he can make to the world, that any of us can make to the world.
  • Working to maintain some reasonable level of capacity within the human motor and energy storage that his body has become over these years so that when the virus lifts and he can resume his mission physically it has not degraded too far. This is translating into 4 hours or so of intense cycling every other day.
  • Being a friend to the heroic mom of two teenage boys that are on the autism spectrum, physically located in Michigan, that he met briefly years ago when the trailer was being built there, that he continues to view as one of the most high performance Souls that has ever encountered. By way of analogy, if she were a heroic pilot of an airplane flying through, flying herself and her two children, through a hurricane that otherwise couldn't be escaped, and James could provide some ground Support Services, he would do so. He is doing so. It is a great privilege, and sometimes it takes a tremendous amount of time. Which he is Overjoyed to supply. A great privilege.
  • Long overdue maintenance and planning and execution of a gigantic final upgrade to this wonderful solar RV bicycle. The gigantic Achilles heel has always been the drive system which has been way underpowered and way over stressed for this 1200 lb payload. With the supplier in Canada of the two additional Motors crippled by the virus the process of determining what was appropriate order has been arduous. Three or four agonizing weeks were otherwise it could have been three or four days. Hopefully the components will arrive within the next 10 days or so at which point a local welder hopefully will execute the work needed so that James can to get it all installed. And what work he can do to prepare the vehicle for that is doing.
That probably puts forth 90% or so of how I'm spending my time. James


James, hunger strike to the death in Washington DC beginning New Year's Eve? Video log. Musings

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Not now or ever is what James does the responsibility of anyone but himself. James needs some other eyes and souls on this video as he Ponders the next 24 hours or so. it would require wearing one's very big boy or big girl underpants. And anyone that did watch it and had what they thought could be helpful thoughts for James Plus or negative, serious thoughts, of course he would like to know them. Now would be a good time but time for thoughtfulness first. Also this