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THERE IS NO PLANET B

For the last week, I have on and off been experiencing debilitating depression. Yesterday I could do nothing except eat and watch movies – mindless stuff. I have woken up in tears nearly every single morning. I don’t even think I took a single picture yesterday, maybe one of Mona, yes the one below… This doggy has saved my life most days. I believe my mother knew exactly what she was doing when she sent me my Mona. Exactly! Just look at that face? How could someone possibly feel alone with those eyes glaring at you 24/7? My mom always got sad about how I live my life. She did not want me to be “alone.” I used to tell her “Well Momma, we are born alone and we die alone.” She for sure sent me this doggy. With her, I hardly ever feel lonely – except for the last few days… I figured out that I am missing human touch, just a simple hug or even to see a full on smile would suffice for now.

The “reality” of our time…. Masked up, clammed up, get in line, stay six feet apart, don’t pull that mask down past your nose – even if you are having a hard time breathing. Keep that f*cking thing on! And definitely DON’T hug anyone! Let’s not even talk about politics, or black blue purple pink red orange yellow green lives matter. And then there is our burning and flooding planet… Yes, the massive depression of the last few days ;-( Such is life as an empath. As I had mentioned in previous blogs and am writing about extensively in my book, I sufferED from severe, often times suicidal depression on and off for 40 plus years of my life. The amount of work I had to do to get to the root of it and what I have to do to maintain a positive and healthy outlook on life is still A LOT of work.

Today, I am not only alcohol free, but pharmaceutical as well, after many years of being a pin cushion, much as my sister Pam was. One of the reasons I have consciously chosen to live like I do is because I do feel free and unencumbered by the immense expense of home ownership or loans or insurances… etc etc etc. All of that caused a very serious amount of anxiety for me – crippling most times. Now, NO ONE OWNS MY LIFE BUT ME. And I ALWAYS have “enough.” It might not be enough in regards to some folks’ standards, but for myself it is most times WAY MORE than I need. Most importantly, I have my sanity. No one owns me on a time clock I need to punch to get a paycheck. Nope, I am free – yes free to keep documenting my intense love of our planet – of nature – of the creatures of this beautiful place in the Universe we call home. Yes, I do live a GREAT story each and every day I live outdoors. And I never take a breath of fresh air for granted.

I can’t remember exactly when I fell so deeply in love with the planet, with our mother, with the ultimate sustainee of ALL life forms. Maybe it was the Native American “church” peyote ceremony I was honored to be invited to in Oregon in the mid 90’s that really began my quest to help save our mother and all her creatures. That experience allowed me the insight I needed to set out on a quest, hell or high water to see and document as much of our beloved and unique planet as possible. And now 25 years later, my extensive website showcases just how much I have been able to see and record. It still leaves me speechless how many people do not stop to think on a daily basis where their food comes from let alone how the QUALITY of the air they breathe and the water they drink effects their very health. No matter where you are in the world, if you have not thought about it by now, maybe the quality of your current air, all the way to NY and Hawaii from our beloved California/West coast wild fires will MAKE YOU THINK. MAYBE??? What is it going to take folks? Exactly what is it going to take for all of us to WAKE THE F*CK UP??? THERE IS NO PLANET B!!!





Who remembers this guy on the left? If you are reading this and do not recognize his face, his tear, he is “Iron Eyes Cody” the poster child for ending pollution in the 70’s. View the campaign featuring him that set off a nation-wide awareness about how throwing even that one cigarette butt out your window effects our ecosystems. So, wherever you are in the world, in this country, it is really time to THINK – to raise our consciousness to one of LOVE – love of humanity at large matter not their beliefs, skin color, etc. We are one. Think about and take a moment to play Bob Marley if you need to remember.  love of our planet, and love of it for the grandchildren who loaned it to us to take care of.  ONE LOVE – Namasté

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WE WILL SOON REALIZE WE CANNOT EAT MONEY ~ Cree Proverb

Sits on my dashboard right in front of the passenger seat should it ever be occupied.

Today’s musing is inspired by my 91 year old father, Tony AND Agnes, a sweet 88 year old woman I met at 7 am in Tim Horton’s yesterday morning. She walked by me as I was setting up shop with my computer and started talking with me, saying that she didn’t envy our generation’s use of these things, meaning smart phones and computers. I chatted with her for a few minutes and then asked her to join me. She did briefly, explaining that she had to do her crossword for the day. I suggested she go to her “brain exercises” and then come and join me for a fresh cup of coffee.” She returned about 40 minutes later with a completed puzzle. It was so sweet to see, because my mom after having had her stroke in 2011, taught herself after losing her right side functions in part, how to write with her left hand so that she could do her puzzles, knit, and Jingo. May all the BLESSINGS BE to these elderly folks who have kept their brains sharp doing these little exercises. My mom transitioned with ALL her cookies at 87 and my Dad still has all his at 91. Guess I’ve got some mental astuteness genes to grow old into if I keep my brain at the “gym.” 😉

A topic Agnes and I stumbled upon quite early in our conversation was about the dire state of affairs in our country that is evident to all who have their eyes open. (Yes, there are still MANY wearing the blinders, some so thick and heavy that even if they wanted to take them off, they couldn’t!) She expounded upon all the things she has seen since 1929. She was a very young girl during the great depression and an orphan to boot. She witnessed how without community help, people perished. From infancy to age six she was in an orphanage and those years were hell to her. She stated in essence how people had an entirely different mentality towards money back then and the barter system was in full swing during the depression and for some time afterwards. In a nutshell, Agnes really traced all the problems we currently are experiencing in this great nation of ours back to GREED. AND I COULD NOT AGREE MORE.

This particular blog is very relevant for me. Good friends of mine know that when I travel in KaraVan, I budget accordingly and have never had issues as I always have a credit card for backup. On this latest trip to Maine and Nova Scotia, I ended up crossing the border from Canada with $2.37 back on September 20th after nearly a month in Canada and after eating rice and beans for 10 days straight! (I didn’t really care because what I was doing was far more important than what I was eating!) After crossing over at Calais, Maine 6 am, I had to pull over and wait until 9 am for my friend “Kitty’s” Paypal gift to arrive in my account so that I could fill up my gas tank to get to my destination in Belfast where my “good mechanic” was. I was toatlly exhausted. The main reason I was SO exhausted was because I got ROBBED BLINDLY by a mechanic in Nova Scotia and had spent the last 7 days struggling with a van that would stall at all times, often while traveling 60  mph on the highway or just when idling and she would cease to be restarted until 20-30 minutes later after for it to cool down.  (Please if you are reading this, DO NOT EVER GO TO “JEFF’S OLD VOLKS HOME” in East Chester, Nova Scotia.)  Yes, JOVH… It sure is a clever and amusing name and one might expect an older guy with a beard and dirty coveralls to appear with a screwdriver in hand and ask with what he might be able to help. Instead, I walked into a brand new building with meticulously uniformed employees that began their work day at 8 am ON THE DOT. The work orders were all neatly lined up on the desk and in the pit of my stomach I had a bad feeling… And ever since that day, I WILL NEVER, EVER NOT LISTEN TO MY GUT AGAIN. And Jeff? When recently called out on the FACT that he charged me almost $700 and didn’t fix the problem, after two trips and charging me an extra 1.5 hours for labor that I recorded while waiting right there at his shop, he proceeded to recite some legal jargon to me about his policies when I debated with him about the fee. ARROGANT PRICK is what I call men like him… Money hungry to boot to pay for everything brand spanking new at his OLD Volks Home. It’s quite ironic, no? By the way, the BEST mechanic, Iain Pottle at the Beetle Shop in Belfast, Maine had my van for two days after the Jeff’s Old Volks Home fiasco and only billed me $125.00 at an attempted fix. Now, that to me is good and FAIR business. He treated me like a human being who had experienced a lot of trouble with a single problem and was committed to finding out what that problem was, not just treating me like another number who he could bill out to @ $100/hr especially because they were “on the road” and would probably never see you again… Bravo, Iain for actually diagnosing and then fixing and standing behind what you do, how you do and why you do!

The fabulous Iain Pottle and Stacie in Belfast Maine.

I keep wondering when people are going to realize that the love of money (AKA GREED) is going to be the death of us as humanity, especially in the Capitalistic West? We are watching our corporate owned government rape and lie to us daily. We continue to take all the fossil fuels from our mother while having knowledge of alternative energy sources that would TOTALLY supply us with what we need, plus some… My biggest question is… What are people going to do when the paper stuff is no longer worth anything? Recently, when I needed $360 to be lent to me to pay the crook in Nova Scotia, amongst five I asked for help, two of my friends stepped forward with their credit cards – my accountant who did my #’s for many years in San Francisco, and my soul sister, Silvia in Austria who I have known and LOVED since 1994 when we ventured to Croatia to work with the Bosnian refugee children in the camps. Both of these folks and I share the same heart space and we all know that MONEY IS JUST AN ENERGY. When one hangs onto it, one does not welcome more of it, rather constricts the flow. I did lose a 24 year friendship over someone’s inability to extend a very temporary loan to me for that repair. And I simply have to chalk it up who I NEED in my life as we continue to head into what are apparently very dire times in our country due to intense natural disasters and our government not doing a thing to actually serve it’s people as it was intended to by our forefathers. GREED HAS DESTROYED CONGRESS. GREED IS SITTING IN THE OVAL OFFICE. GREED IS SUGGESTING a $700 BILLION increase in defense while leaving single payer heath care on the back burner.  BIG $$ IS OIL. BIG $$ IS PHARMACEUTICALS. BIG $$ IS INSURANCE. BIG $$ HAS CORRUPTED OUR GOVERNMENT BEYOND RECOGNITION…

In concluding this particular missive, the Universe seems to be accomplishing a natural weeding out process for me, a natural selection of sorts, leaving those of like-mind and heart AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, those who are concerned first and foremost with their fellow human’s and our mother’s well-being. Nope, we certainly will NOT be able to eat currency. So, my question is… what are YOU going to do? Are you going to hold onto a piece of coal, wait and hope that is turns into a diamond? Or are you going to step forward and see your fellow humans in need and extend a form of energy to them that will not always be available or any other form for that matter if it is terribly excruciating to part with the green stuff? After all these years, I simply am left wondering in disbelief how people cling so desperately to money? How much does one actually need? And if you are saving for a rainy day? Remember, some place on this earth it is raining. ALSO PLEASE REMEMBER, IT IS IN GIVING THAT WE RECEIVE… OPEN YOUR HEART AND GIVE SOMETHING TO SOMEONE TODAY, MAYBE EVEN A COMPLETE STRANGER, PLEASE?

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I CERTAINLY WANT 
GOOD 
KARMA IN THESE CHALLENGING TIMES 🙂

Namasté

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