New program aims to keep homeless off the street

http://www.santacruzsentinel.com/business/20150814/new-program-aims-to-keep-homeless-off-the-street

Meet the doctor bringing cheap, 3D printed medical devices to Gaza

http://www.wired.co.uk/news/archive/2015-08/14/3d-printed-stethoscope-gaza

Day number 8. Anonymous commented on my blog, you need to get more sleep, you know. My reply: By far the most difficult part is being so tired. To be unwelcome everywhere at all times....

Day number 8. Anonymous commented on my blog, you need to get more sleep, you know. My reply:  By far the most difficult part is being so tired. To be unwelcome everywhere at all times is immensely stressful and taxing on the system. I am not complaining. I am adjusting. I think that being unwelcome and being tired is probably central to what I am being called to do. I didn't realize that's what I was being called to do but I am very clear that it is. No, being tired and unwelcome is not my goal but it is a byproduct of my goal which is to travel the country trying to wake people up to the needless murder of our children's future.

It is nice to hear from you

"Homelessness never left town because somebody gave it a ticket," Tars says. "The only way to end homelessness is to make sure everybody has access to affordable, decent housing."

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonkblog/wp/2015/08/13/its-unconstitutional-to-ban-the-homeless-from-sleeping-outside-the-federal-government-says/

Youth Sue Obama Administration For Allowing Climate Change, Violating Constitutional Rights

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/55cbc451e4b064d5910a7183?

vlog. Day 5. These two solar panels seem shockingly effective in overcast

vlog. Day 4 cont

vlog. Day 4. Sleeping with the dead. No. Really.

Day 4. Iccarus cont

vlog. Day 4. Iccarus, flying too close to the sun....

vlog. Day 3. Impossibly weak and fatigued. Well...

Day 5. 1st great solar day... sailed, surfed... the fusion far

vlog. Day 5. My life, my blog - Intersection of Jesus, God, Good...etc and Jay...

Day 7: 1st of what I expect to be many encounters with police... If you look comfortable and vulnerable... you are a target...

Day 7: 1st of what I expect to be many encounters with police... If you look comfortable and vulnerable... you are a target...

Make no mistake, this was a very nice young officer.  Truly.  Nice young man, smart, professional, human, decent.

...And, doing what those of means, who ultimately pay his salary want, keep those without means... out of the way.  And, to his credit, he did that as reluctantly and sparingly as he could.

My bad.  I should have realized I was being too comfortable... two hours on the edge of a low traffic sidewalk working on computer, gathering late afternoon fusion energy, air-drying, out of view, my rotting feet.

Had I been more alert, not sure what I'd have done differently... moved after an hour probably.

Lesson learned. 

Maryland does NOT LIKE BIKES!  Maybe it is the same with all states, but surely rural Maryland.  OK in elitest, liberal communities, maybe.

Familiarity, in this sick society. does in deed, breed contempt.

In Jesus' day, too.

Day 7. Blessed are the poor for they are wealthy in their heart, their spirit, often times.

Today was fairly typical of the encounters I have had with people. Today I spent doing errands after spending the morning on the sidewalk, boardwalk, at Ocean City, which closes to bike traffic at 11 a.m. After that I did errands one of which was to get supplies at Home Depot. I found great interest in EL fusion by the customers at Home Depot in Washington DC and found the same thing today here in Ocean City Maryland. There were four significant encounters: an assistant store manager who I asked advice on extending my trailer for a third solar panel, the second encounter with a retired professional man I would judge, the third with a young professional man I would judge, and the fourth with an African American man, the first three encounters were white males, the fourth with an African American man about my age who in conversation among other things revealed that he had been an addict and homeless. Of the four individuals my guess is that money is particularly tight with only the fourth individual. the encounters were the same dialog from me in all instances including my expressing the urgency I feel by telling each individual that everything I had to spend was in the elf, no money for lodging, no money for food. in all four cases the response was not inappropriate from the individuals. but can you guess which individual from the heart obviously, instantly reached in his wallet and wanted me to have some money? Yes, it was only the fourth man. one could see the wheels of reason, prudence, caution, societal norms,... Turning in the heads of the first three. in all four cases there was an obvious understanding and respect for what they were being told and what they were witnessing. But only in the fourth case was there other than a profound lack of spiritual understanding. Blessed are the poor in material things because often they have a wealth of spiritual understanding that those with means do not have.

Day 7. Uh oh. My feet are rotting.....

My pattern so far is to spend from 10 p.m. until I can't stand the pain anymore about 1 a.m. sitting up in El fusion on the theory that that won't be too scary for any passersby or two antagonistic to the police. Between 1 p.m. and 5:15 a.m. I have been quickly putting my self inflating pad on the ground laying down with a fleece blanket and a pillow beside the elf. I make the transition quickly so as not draw attention to myself and this has involved leaving my boots on for days on end. a scratching feeling and pronounced odor drew my attention this afternoon a problem. My feet are rotting. I feel comfortable in quickly brushing my teeth and using a washcloth in a convenience store restroom but as yet I have encountered no facilities for bathing  beyond that.

Day five ride for creation. Breathtaking kindness, decency, humanity, generosity. Breathtaking. 52 miles actually. Blown out tire in the middle of nowhere. Incredible kindness from an early 60's auto worker. Breathtaking humanity from a right, impoverished, soon going to college American young man.

I rode with MapMyRide! Distance: 40.07mi, time: 05:27:11, pace: 8:10min/mi, speed: 7.35mi/h. http://mapmyride.com/workout/1114594775

***** Day two ride for creation... Kafka Twilight Zone. This was nearly insane. At 6 in the mornin the very kind senior young police officer at the major Maryland Transportation Authority station informed me that I had been misinformed, we do not transport bicycles of any size over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge.....

Check out my 36.3 mi Ride on Strava: http://app.strava.com/activities/364386229

***** Day two ride for creation... Kafka Twilight Zone. This was nearly insane. At 6 in the mornin the very kind senior young police officer at the major Maryland Transportation Authority station informed me that I had been misinformed, we do not transport bicycles of any size over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. By his answer it was clear he had never heard of such a thing. I was not despondent.  It takes a pretty severe body blow for me even to notice. But I noticed. It surely was a sobering thought that the other side of the Chesapeake was 20 minutes away by car and I needed to instead go 4 days north and south around the bay.  as I reported earlier Google Maps absolutely says that there is no alternative to going all the way around the bay for a bike rider. I wish I could report that I was at that point clever, hopeful, resourceful or some other positive characteristic. I was none of those. I simply realized that I was facing an additional 4 days to get to Ocean City Maryland unless I found a way. I totally assumed that the officer was correct. I simply calculated that it was worth sitting down with the Internet before getting on with my inevitable additional 4 days. . Well, there is a way,  So well hidden, so invisible, that fewer than three dozen people find it in any year according to the owner.. Kent Island transport. I called them. He was very vague and rushed. 15 minutes later as I was sitting on the curb this fella presents himself, I'm Steve, your bike is bigger than I thought. I'll be back. Half an hour later he was back with a large pickup truck. He and I hoisted el Fusion into the back of the truck and also the trailer and 20 minutes later I was across the bridge. So bizarre. Twilight Zone. For your enjoyment, please, think about this.

Maryland laws apparently prevent bicycles from traveling on state roads because they cannot keep up with traffic. In parts of the state they very carefully maintain bike lanes. But on the route from the Chesapeake Bay Bridge they assume that few if any people will know of this transport company so they provide neither bike lanes nor many routes for bicycles. When I lied to Google and said I was already on the eastern shore of the Chesapeake it gave me a bike route. 15 minutes into the ride I lost the GPS signal. Whether it is because T Mobile did not have a tower in the area or because my tablet lost the signal I don't know. But for 3 hours I sat in the equivalent of a large Wawa and could not figure out how to get from where I was toward Ocean City Maryland on a bike legal route and route 50 is a major highway that I was right by and it is terrifying for a cyclist. I finally thought to restart my tablet, did so, and I had the GPS back. You have heard stories about people being trapped in an airport for decades because they lost their passport. This is what it felt like for me. It was extremely bizarre. None of the people in the store during those three hours that I asked believed there was a legal way I could get from where I was toward Ocean City, and this includes a very nice sheriff who came in. he suggested that I watch for a state police person to come into the store as he said they do, and when after 3 hours I had not seen one I was about to try and get one on the phone but had the last minute thought of restarting my tablet. Well, GPS was back, google gave me a bike route, & I was on my way. 

Last night I pedaled until I couldn't pedal anymore. That was about 10 o'clock in the middle of the endless beautiful Maryland farm land between the Chesapeake and the Atlantic. I was on a highly traveled route as everyone from Washington was going to the shore. But by 10 o'clock things were slowing a little bit. I was looking for a place where I could sit and sleep, or even lay down on my question next to health fusion, and saw nothing.  So bizer. twilight  zone. New paragraph

Finally I saw some flashing lights announcing construction ahead but immediately past the lights there was no construction so that was my spot. I SAT up and slept for an hour. My legs screaming in discomfort awakened me, I put my sleep mat down away from the road but exactly next to El fusion and slept quite peacefully, except for legs in pain, until 5:30 when my alarm awakened me and I was on my way.

There has been very little, virtually no, sunshine on the trip up through this day two. No Fusion from the sky to me recharge.   I traveled only about 36 miles that whole day.

Something occurred to me that really amazed me. What occurred to me is that the work of saving humanity, at which I will fail, but but which I will attempt with my last breath, has nothing to do with the speed we are told is necessary for high achievement in this sickest of all cultures of ours. Here I am, several advanced degrees, decades of experience and practice of moving much faster than anyone else  intellectually, emotionally, physically... Here I am averaging 10 miles per hour, traffic racing past me at highway speed inches from me, realizing, that neither I, nor anyone, could be much more effective than I am. The point I realized is that changing the spirit of humanity, which is the only way we can save creation, has nothing to do with physical speed and may be inversely proportional. the work of changing the spirit must be done with great speed, immediacy, urgency, passion... Now... But that the fastest route to that may be the equivalent of the original Wright brothers plane, moving at a glacial pace through Maryland and Delaware farm country.

el Fusion and I without direct effort are eliciting deep, passionate, meaningful, relevant encounters with people that are drawn to the spectacle in a very deep way. These are extremely productive days for me. They are extremely affirming of the path that Creator has me on. and, of course, possibly thousands of people driving slow or fast past el fusion and they are also having substantial encounters with another way of being that is sustainable and not destructive of the planet. I am amazed and delighted with the productivity of this campaign.

A fellow about my age, he said he lives on a boat on Kent Island, approached me in that large Wawa parking lot as I was working on the elf while batteries charged inside. I answered his questions about the elf, explained, as I I always do, that although the elf is a wonderful vehicle I need it as much as I need a bullet in the head.  I explained that for me I would much rather be sitting in the Library of Congress reading, but that is not what is needed of me. I further explained as I usually do on this trip that everything I have to spend is tied up in the elf, no money left for food, no money left for lodging, that I expect to fail but I refuse not to try with my last breath. moments later we were inside and he was ordering me a sandwich, a cookie, and one of those health food drinks. He was clearly taken with what I was doing, inspired, and wanted to contribute. I gladly accepted.   I usually am having 1 2 or 3 such encounters per day.

Iran is not an 'existential' threat to Israel - no matter what Netanyahu claims

http://www.haaretz.com/opinion/1.670097

Day 1: So sad, so joyful....

So sad, so joyful.... I am so profoundly sad with what we are doing to Earth in every regard. There is kindness, as I describe below. Tragically, so far, it is way too little, way too late. It never occurred to me to stop in Annapolis. I lied and told Google Maps that I wanted to go to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. I had to lie because if I told it I was going to Ocean City Maryland it knows that bicycles are not allowed on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge what it would have done is sent me 100 miles south or a hundred miles north around the bay. What I hope I know that Google Maps does not know is that the police take cyclists across the bridge putting the cycle on the trailer. Even a cycle as large as hell fusion. I was told this by the one friendly bike shop in DC I have found quite to my shocked as I found nothing on the internet about this please service. Tomorrow morning I expect to find out if bike shop was correct or not. 32 miles into my trip from Washington today I noticed Annapolis. It was total clouds most of the trip, and even if it had not been, this final half of the trip was through beautiful forest and the shade would have prevented much of the fusion energy from the sky exciting the solar panels. So I decided to come to Annapolis to hopefully find an affordable coffee shop and for the price of coffee plug in for couple of hours as I ran one of the batteries dry yesterday afternoon and today. Asking several people if they knew the city and the first two or three and to be tourists as clueless as I I found a local couple sitting on a bench looking for a bus and they directed me to what turns out to be the coffee shop I was looking for I'm sitting across the street from it now. The young man at the counter said sure to me charging my batteries in the shop even though I would be sitting outside with the elf. I was told that the meter maids are pretty aggressive in this town. I showed him a picture of the elf and near immediately he said you accept donations to which I replied yes. Here is 2 dollars. I gratefully accepted. I asked him if at closing time they ever had expired food that could be purchased at a good price. He did not mind the question and said maybe. An hour later I went back to check with every and said, now that I have $2 for breakfast, you know where one can get a good breakfast at a good price here in town. He said here! I looked at the wall and the cheapest breakfast sandwich I saw was $5. I don't remember why he said what he did but he said hold on a moment, return with free bagels in his hands, and said what kind of breakfast baked bagel do you want me to make you right now. I said, no, you are doing too much. He insisted. When I gratefully took the breakfast sandwich I gave the $2 to the tip jar. He early happy about that but I insisted. Such kindness. When I first arrived even before I went in the coffee shop the street space that I saw was two doors down from the coffee shop in front of an upscale restaurant. I parked there and two young servers were standing outside, I ask them if I was likely to get in trouble. They said that the meter maids were pretty aggressive. The angelic young lady of the two ask about El fusion I explained to her elfusion and the journey. I said, please don't mind me saying this, but if one of your customers leaves some food scraps I have no money for food or lodging and that would be quite helpful to this journey. She did not mind me asking. I explained that another shop was letting me charge my batteries and that I would be around for another couple of hours. An hour later, I had stepped away from El fusion, and when I return there was a large container of fish and chips on the seat. Such kindness. Almost no one I have spoken to thinks that the police will take l-theanine across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Actually, no one thinks they will. I expect to go there tonight anyway to what appears to be the point where they block cyclists from going over, sleeping in or around the elf, I hope, and learning in the morning weather another hundred miles added to my drive or not. For breakfast I'll be having the sandwich that kind young man made for me. -- Sent from Fast notepad

See map. El fusions ride for creation has begun.

I rode with MapMyRide! Distance: 36.02mi, time: 04:25:42, pace: 7:23min/mi, speed: 8.13mi/h. http://mapmyride.com/workout/1108259837

He who would save his life shall lose it. He who would lose his life for the sake of the Gospel, the good news, shall gain it, as is my experience, every breath.

He who would save his life shall lose it. He who would lose his life for the sake of the Gospel, the good news, shall gain it, as is my experience, every breath.

Creator willing the trailer and solar panel and ELFusion will be assembled and fused tomorrow morning.....

Creator willing the trailer and solar panel and ELFusion will be assembled and fused tomorrow morning. Final supplies should arrive tomorrow afternoon. I expect to sleep with ELFusion and trailer in a park here in DC tomorrow night, to collect the final things from the shelter, sign out, and get an early start toward the Atlantic shores. I fantasize that I will do the 14 hour ride in 2 days and roughly 14 hours. Of course it could be multiples of that. Have no idea of what ELFusion can do, what I can do, what the demands are. A little bit of excitement comes with the fact that bicycles are prohibited on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. Yet I am informed that the police dependably will put a vehicle even as large as mine on a trailer and take it across for $4. If not, that adds 8 10 15 hours to the trip forcing me to go way north around the bay or way south around the Bay.

I find near all of the left's comments about President Obama shallow, cheap, cowardly.......

I find near all of the left's comments about President Obama shallow, cheap, cowardly. I think they should strive to do better. Is it really anyone's calling to devote their lives to being in judgment of others? Seems to me our harshest judgment should be reserved for ourselves. I have never once seen that from the left, except from St. Chris Hedges. -- Sent from Fast notepad

** As the young Jewish man attacked me yesterday for the first time in my life that I recall I........

***** As the young Jewish man attacked me yesterday for the first time in my life that I recall I found and exercised the choice simply to be the presence of goodness, humanity, solidarity, decency, humanity... Was it a successful thing to do, was it a wise thing to do, was it an effective thing to do? I don't know. But I think so. I think it was more appropriate, more powerful, more hopeful than any other way of responding I could have chosen. By doing so I did not feed the hatred in this poor twisted young man. I did not provide him other than an example of humanity, solidarity, decency by my behavior. With my choice,  not for effect , but because it was the most constructive response I could think of for  both of us, I essentially  paused, non responded ,  waited ...  for the  constructive spirit in this young man which I presume exists.  Of course, he left long before that might have happened.  But that  waiting  which was my choice  could act on them,  may act on him, in slow motion over  any amount of time.  I don't think it will be without effect within him. Thereby I gave him a greater potential to change in the future than any other way I could have responded based on my prior experience. I suspect this will not be the last time that I choose such a response. It could well become my norm. Over the last three years or so there has been extremely fleeting insights where I thought I was catching a glimpse how to take a significant and maybe profound leap as an agent for positive change. Yesterday, unbidden, the way the growth of a new leaf is un bidden by the tree, may have been the growth I was previously glimpsing.

***** What every day teaches me, no credit to me, almost none can see or comprehend. So sad. Heaven IS devoting every breath to the Global Neediest, and leaving 10000000% of everything else to Creator. Maybe you live. Maybe you die. Makes no difference. It is Heaven.

***** What every day teaches me, no credit to me, almost none can see or comprehend.  So sad.  Heaven IS devoting every breath to the Global Neediest, and leaving 10000000% of everything else to Creator.  Maybe you live. Maybe you die.  Makes no difference. It is Heaven.

***** LONG OVERDUE UPDATE: ELFusion was found 7 hours after it was stolen... By a very....

If you have not, read this post before reading further:  

***** pic. ELFusion: A new, powerful weapon against fossil fuels... for a Future for all Creation, a Free Palesti...
and...
http://jesusgodgoodetcnjay.blogspot.com/2015/07/one-who-has-been-dear-to-me-how-are-you.html 

Post begun several weeks ago...

ELFusion was found 7 hours after it was stolen at 6pm Friday, Judiciary Square, bright sunlight... 2 weeks ago as I went 10 min, 2 blocks, on foot delivering food to the homeless... By a very kind and compassionate police officer. He tried to call with the good news (sort of, it was substantially trashed, all belongings gone...) me at 1 in the morning and several times after but I hardly ever use cell phone so my cell phone practices are non-existent. The phone was off.

8 in the morning or so began the process of getting it out of police lock up by 4 in the afternoon. $2200 dollars in damage but not structural, it is driveable. As you might see from the picture on the blog it now has extensive graphics that covers much of a cosmeticDamage.

The young man will do years in prison for grand theft.

 (Praying you enlarge, and ponder deeply, all the graphics here.  My DNA developed, honed, built... over a lifetime.)

 It was insured ($28/mo) but the insurance I find out afterwards does not apply because it was not locked. I will seek legal counsel to see if that is valid as I was not warned. I presume that if a car is stolen and the insurance applies whether the car was locked or not.  (Some  lawyers counseled me to file a claim which I began tonight.)

All the contents were gone most importantly my computer and battery equipment.  Gone forever.

After all these many years of activism an anonymous donor, tho of limited means, has emerged with virtually complete trust and passionate support for me, for my service to humanity and given how profoundly frugal I am I will have a refurbished lowest end Dell to (weakly, barely...) replace the computer early next week, a lower cost backpack and similar or lower cost versions of what was stolen.  Everything replaced, and the bare necessities for the trip... everything except food, lodging, a place to park and sleep till the next day, a place to shower occasionally and do laundary....

Yes, it is easy to dismiss me as careless, irresponsible, stupid....  If you think about it honestly you will realize that: 1. I have chosen to be on the front lines of the world's greatest cancers, on the most crucial battlefields... so by definition at every moment I am at mortal risk; and 2. unlike any level of bicycle or any level of car both of which can instantly disapear upon being stolen, blending in with other bicycles for other cars, it is impossible for the elf to not give people whiplash as they crane their heads to see this vehicle they have never seen before. My miscalculation in leaving it for 10 minutes while I delivered a bag of soon to expire food from an oh so kind bakery to the shelter two blocks away was that anyone would happily do two years in prison for a brief Joyride. This is the level of desperation that we, we nice citizens, the level of desperation that we have produced through our slathering of resources on ourselves rather than spending it on our neediest brothers and sisters as every other species of life would do.

I do not fault myself for that miscalculation. I will fault myself if I make that miscalculation again which I do not expect to do. And it only re-doubles my determination to be my pitiful little part of trying to make the world a less neglected, less abused, less destroyed, less raped and plundered, less exploited, less robbed place.

Yes, miscalculation #1 is that there ARE folks SO TORMENTED BY YOUR GODLESS/HEARTLESS culture... they'd gladly do years in prison for a 2 hour joyride.

2 other miscalculations:
#2.  That such a tormented creature could count on dozens, even hundreds of onlookers... not caring enough to step forward;

3.  That the Elf was mine, and that therefore, like my own life, I could gladly lose it in the service of Humanity.  Huh?  What I realized afterward is NOT mine, nor is my Life, nor any other belongings, funds.... They are the girl's, picture at top of this blog, and thousands like her, and the elepahnts, rhinos, orcas, Muslims, Blacks, Hispanics... poor.... It is theirs.  I'm just the steward.  YES, I KNEW THIS, I KNOW THIS, I LIVE THIS.  But this brought a greater clarity, and maybe, had I thought of it, I'd have been slightly more careful of THEIR belongings.  Not sure. We'll see.

The next body blow came 2 days ago when, after several near all nighters I completed the ELFusion graphics and arranged for a firm to apply the graphics, made a 50 percent down payment and then the full payment.... arrived on Capitol Hill, having done a months worth of due diligence with the Capitol Hill police...  to be sure that the elf would be allowed on the hill.... only to have a crestfallen officer arrive just after I did and say, 'oops, the lawyers just informed us that you cannot have the Elf on Capitol Hill.'

A sledgehammer to my head would have been less disrupting to me. I was very respectful but very honest with the officers I spoke with ... being sure they understood that I had gone to every length that a citizen should go to and that I would not have spent the $5500 dollars, everything I have been able to save, on the elf until I heard from capital Capitol Hill police that it would be allowed.

The sergeant I was speaking with was as they almost all are (here in DC - Cap Hill Police, Sec Svc, Park Police...) a very decent human being. & I finally said, 'officer, I think you all should go to bat for me. I am not asking you to do so. I am saying out of respect, I did everything a citizen should do, this is not my fault, but I am paying the price, I think you all should go to bat for me.' And bless his heart... he went to bat....

The bottom line is that together we arranged for me to get a permit so that I can be on Capitol Hill.

When one lives a profoundly virtuous life for the sake of it, a principled life for the sake of it, the decency and principle still alive in a few of our brothers and sisters responds, rises, is resurrected, reinforced, and important work can sometimes be completed.

Beginning Monday, creator willing, I will be on the hill each of the four days (I was) that Congress is still in session before their much deserved 6 weeks away at their pig trough, no disrespect to the pigs.

The horror with the Cap Hill Police?  Ooops, you can't be here... (after a months due dilligence with them before I purchased!!!).. well, same thing with Secret Service... you can't have it even near the White House.  Same deal, I treated them and it with profound respect... and we worked out an arrangement.  To the credit of these decent folks.  To the credit of years of devoted True Activism by me, Paying the Price for what I want... observed by these folks, EARNING their respect, regard... and ultimately, these Sec Svc officers went to bat for me, as well, and it is now resolved.

Wednesday, creator willing, I follow DC to the Atlantic Shore (them on vacation, me every breath advocating for Human Rights). Them in posh houses.  Me along the roadside, back allys, jail, wherever... taking the Elf where it is under their noses, and the noses of we brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, fathers, mothers, grandmothers... that so far don't give  a F*** about the young ones enough to stop the fossil fuel insanity, slaughter of Palestine (and EVERYONE'S Human Rights), US rape of our sis and bros of color... the poor or the world.

Yes, I'll fail miserably, but I'll not fail to try.

Creator willing, if I survive (I'll only eat if folks step up with food or money there for).  My supporter and I have paid for the Elf stuff but nothing left for food.. unless some Angels step up. And if they don't....  I've been ready for years to go Home.  Not my concern. I've done, I do, I'll continue to do my part for Creation... until I'm taken Home... and then I GO WILLINGLY, HAPPILY, JOYFULLY.

If I survive August on the coast, I expect to return to DC for medical tests... and to depart on a tour of up to all 50 states.

Note: the felons who Run the shelter I am in? The virtually total african-americans staff who has every understandable reason to detest, wish to torment, wish to torture, wish to terrorize... A criminally overprivileged white guy and more broadly my race? With barely a request from me they are breaking all of the rules and allowing my stuff to remain for a month, the rule is two days, and allowing me to return.

CONGRESS, WASHINGTON... ARE NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT... GOING TO SAVE OUT KIDS.

YES, NEAR CERTAINLY WE WON'T EITHER... but we could.  There are 300 million of us. We could save them without breaking a sweat.  Not one, not me, but just a handfull of us being properly  deranged....

Time for me to do what I've been called to do for 15 years now, but only now see how to do... carry a Cross, the Cross of Self Ransom, Payed-for-Redemption, Loving... Serving from the Soul in Solidarity... across the country.

No one has ever done, nor thought of doing... what I'm about to... have an ELFusion as a home base... sleeping alongside (or inside during storms); living off the fusion reactor in the sky for elec cross country... dragging a 2nd solar panel for distance... eating off the Loving of Angels (GLADLY including dumpster diving if I get some direction, handouts, left-overs, food-kitchens), home cooked meals... or gladly going Home early...

I've never been more Joyful.  I've never been more at Peace.  My Life up until now has been nothing but preparation.

Mine is to make the attempt with every breath.

If some Angels don't step up now to help, I'll die.  That will be just fine.

But that's not up to me either way.

I'll do my part, as long as my heart gives me the next beat.

Share this with everyone you know that might want to use the paypal button ( start_loving at yahoo dot com) to fuel Loving (pka James). He'll not eat, nor last long, otherwise.  He and his supporter will handle everything else, everything but... Loving's fuel (food), and of course, Creator provides the Sun, that infinite, free Fusion Reactor... for Elf, in addition to what body fat Angels give me to contribute to the ride.

....If an every single waking breath devoted passionate Servant of neediest Creation is not worth his food... Oh, I am sooooooooo ready to go Home.

pic. You're insane unless deeply, profoundly, disturbed in this 2015 psychotic, self destroying world.

pic. 'Loving' is my name, tho I'll respond to 'James McGinley' for those who can't honor my wishes.

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