25 degrees this morning at the truck stop, here's ten dollars, thank you for what you're doing in the cold.

 A young man, certainly not of means in this West Texas desert Outpost. The prior night it was $35, a trucker, a farmer by the looks of him, or Rancher. So wistful, so deep in his prayerful wondering over what this vehicle and this Mission represent. Drawn by the iconography of Jesus, none make such contributions thinking that this is even a tiny bit dogmatic. Never, never, never, never do we ask. During any month there are probably four or five encounters like this and about $150 in funds that are desperately needed. We're just barely solvent with my paltry slightly above poverty level Social Security funding us. And the gigantic contributions of the creators of these trailers. There have been, there are, souls stirred by this mission. Each one a sacred treasure.

I view those with conventional sanity in these desperate times with a combination of rage, horror, sadness, and pity.

 

That of me that I can control, my head and flesh, is mine. My soul, I cannot, but it is the source of the Divine Vision, intuition, inspiration... if I will only listen.

 

When I can blame my infinite failings on outside forces, I may have temporary relief. But when I face the causes in myself, I have the chance, and joy, of fixing them.

 

Whoever is not gladly giving their life for a worthy cause is already dead. James

 

All waking moments I cram my mind with strategically important high quality information and sometimes it makes connections making me wiser, more able. Joy.

 Insight comma wisdom comma epiphany comma revelation period period period is the brain making connections period

Our creator, Who Art in our deepest Soul, holy is your name. Thy kingdom comes as thy Loving is done on Earth as we would do if we had no earthly fear. Give us all this day our daily bread, that is, our vision for this day of how to best serve our neediest on Earth. Lead us not into self-centeredness, but Deliver us into solidarity with the neediest. For loving is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

 

No, I am not a Christian. What I am is a follower of Jesus teachings about how to live in this world to build the kingdom. For the joy of i

 

Stranded. You won't be able to move that thing till Saturday or Sunday, the driver said....

 Turn Up the Volume when it's facing away from me, the camera.

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James, why did you not get a hotel room?!?!?!

This I ask myself and these are the answers that come back:

• Eighty bucks including taxes and fees, that's a lot of money.
• And what is to be learned from getting a hotel room? Been there, done that. I find living in the elements difficult, but vastly healthy, and joyful.
• If we survive this which I'm sure we will, we're stronger and more knowledgeable the next time with greater options.

 

This is our greatest cold-weather challenge yet....

Windchill way below zero. Provided there is no ice on the roads tomorrow expect to arrive in Wichita Falls Texas with Refuge with a nice friend for several days. Then continuing to the West Coast. Unless creator has other ideas.

Mission. Cycling. We're bleeding.

 

We'll be okay, and it's not James blood. But it's our blood. Oh man, poor Sol. A Thousand Miles, 40% of the way to California, about 45 days so far, the shortest solar days of the year behind us. and he's saying, stop man. We got problems. We need repairs and it's too cold to be working Outdoors, oh well. Three flat tires yesterday. Two so far today. Right hand trailer wheel wobbling. Seat back support broken. Cycle analyst, the brain, totally Haywire. 12-volt system in the cab and the trailer both blown out. Torque sensor crazy. Brakes in bad need of replacement and or adjustment. Long pedal chain in bad need of adjustment. Trailer motor chain adjustment.... tomorrow morning I'll see if the Walmart will allow me to stay a second night presuming that there's no problem tonight. And maybe a third. We're not in any danger, were very tired. But we're okay. It won't kill us, will grow.

Update. Work in progress. Hands get numb but other than that we're okay. Walmart seems to be very accommodating for a day or two working on the vehicle here. That's a great Mercy. The wobble in the rear trailer wheel has been diagnosed and replacement parts on order and things are solidified so we can be safe until we get to the parts in a week.

I Think Jesus did not give a rat's ass whether anyone knows his name. He gave his life as do I to show people the Joyful Way of being. Anyway, that's what I think. I think neither Jonas Salk nor Louis Pasteur much cared whether anyone knew their name either. They just saw suffering and saw a way to eliminate it and replace it with joy. The Joyful Way of being.....

I Think Jesus did not give a rat's ass whether anyone knows his name. He gave his life as do I to show people the Joyful Way of being. Anyway, that's what I think. I think neither Jonas Salk nor Louis Pasteur much cared whether anyone knew their name either. They just saw suffering and saw a way to eliminate it and replace it with joy. The Joyful Way of being.

Cancer-related bowel obstruction. I hope I am a vertin a new one just now.

 

Cancer-related bowel adhesions. Blockages. I think I may have just averted one. Sitting up in the middle of the night, I hope I am averting one. Hospitalized four or five times so far for these, when an hour ago I felt a twinge instead of waiting and watching I began moving my bowel and have kept it moving since with stomach exercises and constantly moving my posture. Maybe it was not beginning to add here, or maybe my optimism is premature. Will be interesting to see. The photograph is from about 6 months ago in Marquette Michigan. My reaction to the twinge this time was, no no no no no no bowel you're not going to shut down. Let's get moving. We'll see.

My Religion? We are sacred Souls. James

 

Your being is not the major thing in influencing people. It's the only thing. James

 Hat tip to Albert Schweitzer, thanks for enabling me see just a little bit further.

James, lol. where are you biking to next once you leave Charlotte?

 

Ryan, current plan is West Coast the southern route. Lots of cold, but I'm hoping that there won't be much snow and ice, or too many other dangerous storms, lots of West headwind some of which are extremely dangerous, but we'll manage I think. Khanh Dam is making some more miraculous improvements including increasing battery capacity by 30%, solar capacity by 30%, so I think at 40 miles a day even in the short winter months will have enough energy even for cooking and some stretches of bad weather. You will recall I carry a thousand watt generator, but those things are so dirty that I like to use that only in an emergency and I think his enhancements may make that possible. And as you may have seen in 2 hours he totally changed the seat arrangements so that I have an adjustable back which can be inclined much more forward and for me it's a absolute game changer. I'm almost certain. After 4 years, 40,000 miles, moving the elf is just like, well, ER, riding a bike. And as to the increased battery and solar, I want this rig  to be seen by the sun trip folks unless I decide somehow impossible, or inappropriate, or unkind. This is a really serious Bridge vehicle and I'd like them to see it, I'm even thinking of finding a way to not get in the way but do some or all of the trip unofficially and that could mean a hundred miles a day at 20 or 30 miles an hour and we might have enough capacity to do that now. We'll see.

Unless Greta Thunberg leads a Global hunger strike of people, led by the Young, to the death if necessary, for a Marshall Plan caliber to rescue some livable future for the children and grandchildren of all Humanity. If so, I'll do what I can to go join that day one.

A monkey wrench in some or all of this is after 70 years of incredibly faithful service by lungs are having a lot of problems. They seem to have developed a hypersensitivity to air pollution. Even when the reports are excellent air quality I spend two hours a day coughing up crud out of my lungs. Been going on for a couple of months now. Having a telemedicine call on Tuesday maybe will shed some light on it.

"James, You are a prophet in our times... Don't give up hope James", my most sacred of sisters just wrote. James does his best work living without hope.....

 "You are a prophet in our times, James. Our sometimes, very sad times.  I understand . Believe me, I understand.  Don’t give up hope, my most beloved badger friend!  Let me know where to send some cash. Winter is coming!  And there are more of us out there. We get too busy and distracted and fail to watch out for our brother and sister."

She also wrote," you are a mess, but a great and ancient soul." I replied, takes one to know one. She replied, " haha!"

James: Actually, that's really strategically true. Takes one to know one. That's why our work is to be one as intensely as we can because it might reawaken that knowledge, that's soul, in another soul. I absolutely believe that's really our entire work. At least it will give the opportunity for joy to another individual, misery, but Joy, and if many were to wake up in time that's the only way. The rest is details.

Sister: Yep. People need models same as you see JC and Gandhi as models.  You are a model for persistence through thick or thin, rain, sleet or snow. You raised the bar, little badger!

James: Several days before what I thought would be five years in prison for being arrested at Standing Rock, James realized once and for all he has no hope. And every day since then these recent years has reaffirmed that objectively, objectively, in truth, there is no hope. Because there are not a fraction of the people with Souls still alive to use the technology that we have in abundance to save a habitable future for the children and grandchildren. There is no basis for hope.

But there is a basis for devoting every waking breath to the work of attempting to inflame one's own soul and thereby maybe ignite and or protect the soul in another. Why do so? For the joy of it, and the joy it just might restore to another soul. And if there was a way of wakening Hope beyond that, it would be down this exact path.

 And to this she added: "Yep. People need models same as you see JC and Gandhi as models.  You are a model for persistence through thick or thin, rain, sleet or snow. You raised the bar, little badger!" 

James reply: takes one to know one

When the lottery ticket gets up above 500 million I'll buy one. Last time....

 You won't believe me, but you will. When the lottery ticket gets up above 500 million I'll buy one. Last time... 

was a couple of weeks ago. In my professional life despite my unpleasantness and negative charisma I was Catalyst for some pretty important miracles. And the Heart of that always was finding one or two or three or four souls that could ignite with the vision that I saw, not my vision, of the vision that was there for anyone to see. And when that could happen we would work miracles. Without those great Souls, it doesn't matter how much money, well, it does, only evil can come of it. The soul Only Knows to attempt good. The head and the flesh only know to attempt evil. It's just how they work. Over recent years as it has been my practice to get a lottery ticket, up until this last time my thought was about projects, good projects of course, but projects. It was only this last time I realized, James, remember earlier in your life. Projects are worthless without great Souls. Think of the great Souls that you know on Earth, and simply divide the money among them. They'll attempt good with it. You're at the top of my list Diane. Greta, Bernie, Norman Finkelstein, Ilan pappe, Chris hedges, Noam Chomsky, Amira Hass, Gideon Levy, Rex Litwiller, Khanh Dam .... well, any among the living at LSGIAbeing.com

The thought of even a moment of socializing is torture for me. My world....

 The thought of even a moment of socializing is torture for me. My world is filled with unbearable suffering, Palestine, the hell world of your children and grandchildren, millions in prison, billions in poverty.... being separated by idle socializing for even a moment from fighting for those suffering is unbearable Agony to me. Always has been. I think it was the same for Jesus.