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*This is such a detailed description of life at Spiritual eco communities like Standing Rock, that I just had to re-post it.

In only a few months, a small encampment of a few Lakota people dedicated to protecting the Missouri River from the Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL) became the center of international attention, swelled to house up to 14,000 people at its peak in early December 2016, and was supported entirely by volunteers and countless donations of both money and goods.

Many people from around the US and beyond traveled to North Dakota to support this fight for indigenous sovereignty, treaty rights, and environmental justice. Residents of the resistance camps existed within a capitalism-free zone, where nothing was for sale and everything from delicious meals to winter camping gear to expert medical care was available for free.

I first visited Standing Rock in early November 2016, and returned to spend five weeks in late December and January volunteering as a white ally to the indigenous “Water Protectors.” I spent my days splitting firewood, cooking meals, installing woodstoves, doing small carpentry projects, shoveling snow, sharpening chainsaws, doing dishes, and—on one rare occasion—livestreaming footage of police violence from the frontlines. During both visits I lived at Oceti Sakowin Camp, the largest of the three Water Protector camps and the location closest to the front lines of the fight against the pipeline. Oceti Sakowin is made up of many smaller camps organized by tribal group and other themes, and I quickly found a home at Two Spirit Nation, a community of two-spirit, queer, and transgender Water Protectors from many different indigenous nations, as well as their non-indigenous allies.

Most of my observations here will center on the deep winter weeks at Oceti Sakowin Camp, when nighttime temperatures regularly hit -25 degrees Fahrenheit, daytime temperatures sometimes failed to creep above zero, and cold winds whipped the open plain. The gift economies of direct action camps and festivals are easier to fathom in warm months, but during this period we all depended on the gift economy for our daily survival in a very real way. It’s notable that as of my departure in late January, not one person had died at the camps—compare this to large urban centers in cold states that see regular deaths from hypothermia among the houseless population under similar conditions.

Lin Migiziikwe Gokee-Rindal, an Anishinaabe Water Protector, was impressed with the collaborative culture at the camps. She reflects that she was “touched and inspired by the ways in which the people showed up for each other and how people in close proximity quickly became family. In harsh conditions and under extreme circumstances, a culture of mutual aid and a framework of traditional Lakota values…led to a thriving and close-knit community.”

What did this gift economy provide for us?

Housing. The winterized camp consisted of many army tents, wall tents, tipis, yurts, and a few tiny houses and RVs. Nearly all were heated with woodstoves, sometimes supplemented with small propane heaters. Most people slept on cots padded with several sleeping pads. You had to know someone at camp to get housing easily, but in an emergency you could spend one night in the warming tent maintained 24 hours a day near the Medic station. Arctic sleeping bags and endless piles of blankets were readily available for free if you hadn’t been able to bring your own. Residents in each structure took turns stoking the woodstove throughout the night.

Food. Some camps had their own kitchens that would cook two or three meals a day, but there were also several public kitchens in the camp that would feed anyone who walked in their doors looking for food. All the kitchens were staffed entirely by volunteers and stocked with donated ingredients. Meat is a staple of the Lakota diet, and I ate many meals of deer, buffalo, and elk meat donated by local hunters and ranchers. Sometimes we’d get a chance to eat Indian Frybread Tacos and other local specialties. At Two Spirit Nation, we had two sizable tents full of canned goods, granola bars, butter and cheese, pasta and crackers, tea and hot cocoa, meat and fish, and endless boxes of winter squash and root vegetables. Much of it was from organic farmers from Maine to Oregon, who had donated their extra crops to support the cause. Even in late January we still had enough food to feed our 15-person camp for another few months…or at least until the first real thaw, when all the frozen meat and produce would go bad.

Water. When it never gets above freezing, liquid water becomes a commodity. A heated water truck would make the rounds of camp most days, and small groups with access to a car would fill up five-gallon jugs offsite. The trick was keeping them unfrozen, so we usually kept them in the living spaces, which we heated around the clock with woodstoves. Melted snow was used only for dishwater, since persistent rumors circulated about harmful chemicals being sprayed in the atmosphere over our camps (as of this writing, there is no reliable scientific evidence to support this).

Sanitation. Oceti Sakowin Camp boasted two composting toilet tents. Each large army tent contained 15 stalls, with two attendants supervising them 24 hours a day. The attendants kept the tent heated with a woodstove, and changed the compost bags when the bucket in a stall got close to being full of sawdust, toilet paper, and human waste. One side of each tent was reserved for “Moon Stalls” where tampons, pads, and baby wipes were always available in each stall. The toilet system was one of the most organized parts of the camp, although exactly where our compost was going to go after it left camp in those nice biodegradable bags remained somewhat mysterious.

Security and Fire Response. An indigenous security team equipped with two-way radios monitored the two gates of camp 24 hours a day, and did patrols around camp. A second Women’s Security team was formed in response to several assaults at the camp, and maintained a safe housing space for women and two-spirit people. Three or four times during my stay, we woke in the middle of the night to people yelling “FIRE!” and rushed to the scene of a blazing tipi or shack, probably set afire by poor woodstove management. While these fires were too far along for our small fire extinguishers to make a difference, there was usually a person in full firefighter gear present who could probably have rescued anyone stuck inside. While the victims of these fires generally lost everything, they could easily get a new set of winter clothes and a new arctic sleeping bag from the donations available in camp.

Medical Care. The Medic Wellness Area boasted winterized yurts and tipis for doctors and street medics, herbalists, bodyworkers and acupuncturists, midwives, and mental health workers. All these services were available at no charge. A licensed doctor was usually on duty in the medical yurt, and there were free-for-the-taking stations for herbal tea, fire cider, basic medical supplies, hygiene items, and condoms. At the time when I departed, three healthy babies had been delivered at camp, and the medics had handled countless front-line injuries from rubber bullets, chemical weapons, concussion grenades, and water cannons.

Fuel and Firewood. Firewood was consistently the most sought-after commodity in camp. Somehow regular deliveries of whole logs consistently showed up, and each camp would send a few people with a chainsaw and truck or sled to get wood for the day. The general rule was to cut enough wood for your camp, and then cut some more and leave it for people who didn’t have a chainsaw. We all split the wood back at camp, and took turns stocking all the heated structures for the day. Every Saturday a propane truck arrived and filled our empty canisters with fuel for cooking and heating. I suspect these deliveries were paid for out of larger donation funds administered by Oceti Sakowin Camp or the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe.

Winter Gear. Endless bags of donated clothing and bedding arrived at Standing Rock during October, November, and December. Much of it was unsuitable for arctic conditions, but there was enough high-quality gear to outfit the winter crew of Water Protectors (about 600 people) several times over. Anyone could visit the donation tents at any time and take anything they wanted.

Tools. Each smaller camp had an assortment of tools, and there was also a large construction building that would loan out any power tool you could think of as long as you left your ID with them as collateral. They provided everything from electric drills to ladders to chainsaws to a sewing machine. They also had 2x4s, particle board, and screws that you could ask for, and they’d give you what you needed if you could show them a sensible construction plan and materials list.

Spiritual Leadership and Ceremony. There were a few heated gathering spaces of different sizes that hosted everything from daily prayer circles to a huge Christmas Eve dinner with traditional singing and drumming. There were also several sweat lodges that any indigenous spiritual leader could use for the traditional Lakota Inipi ceremony of prayer, healing, and purification.

Use Your Imagination… The abundance of physical donations led to a lot of things being creatively repurposed. My buddy and I cut up donated sweatshirts to make crocheted rugs for the living spaces, and unraveled donated sweaters to produce yarn to knit extra-warm wool underwear. I pulled from the scrap pile outside the construction building to build shelves in our living space, and countless donated blankets were used to seal out the draught in winterized tipis. Whatever you needed, there was probably a way to make it with the tools and materials available at camp.

The gift economy at Standing Rock manifested itself according to the principles of indigenous culture. The Lakota people name generosity and compassion as two of their core values, and I saw those values in action every day. Much of the system depended on each group taking just enough for their own short-term needs, and leaving the rest for others. At home my instinct is to stockpile what I need for my own survival (two years’ supply of dry firewood, etc.), but that sort of strategy has its roots in the questionable idea that individual survival is possible without collective survival. In the capitalist economy of mainstream culture, it’s common for one household to thrive while an adjacent one is struggling to meet its basic needs. Houseless people freeze to death huddled next to spacious and luxuriously heated buildings inhabited by more “successful” folks.

In contrast, at Standing Rock we defined success as our collective survival. Therefore we took just the firewood that we needed, checked on the elders every day, brought food and coffee from our kitchen to the compost toilet attendants, and helped anyone who asked us for assistance. This culture of abundance seemed logical and easy in a situation where our needs for survival were simple and a steady flow of money and donated goods was pouring in all the time. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to create a steady-state gift economy, which could exist without these flows from the outside capitalist world.

When I finally left Standing Rock my friend and I stopped at a co-op food store in Minneapolis to obtain some much-dreamed-of fresh vegetables to munch on. It was such a shock to be asked to pay for food again. It made me wonder what it would take for our larger society to turn its ship around and set a course for a more generous and compassionate form of economy. It seems that these values arise in us spontaneously when a natural disaster hits and we are suddenly in a survival situation, such as Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans or Hurricane Sandy in New York City. The rest of the time, our whole economy depends on a me-first, get-ahead value system based on competition and survival of the fittest (or, in a rigged system like ours, the most privileged). When luxuries and conveniences become symbols of status, we tend to become self-serving.

When people become passionate enough about collective survival, luxuries and conveniences lose their appeal. How can we help each other prioritize our collective well-being? How can we encourage ourselves to expand our definition of “the collective” to include the Lakota concept of “all my relations”: the four-leggeds, the winged ones, the stone people, the star people? When we listen to the prayers of indigenous people and orient our values in this ancient way, the path to a truly sustainable gift economy can unfold before us.

For further reading on pre-colonization economic history and gift economy theory, see The Indigenous People’s History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz and Sacred Economics by Charles Eisenstein.

Murphy Robinson is a wilderness guide, hunting instructor, and founder of Mountainsong Expeditions in Vermont. She lives in a Tiny House on a community organic farm in the mountains. You can contact her through her website, www.mountainsongexpeditions.com.

Today’s short story: 
The person living in my duplex unit below has been on 4 months of hospice and a few days ago he was transported for urgent care. The nurse choose a neighboring aid to care for his house 🏠 key 🔐. 
Today his nurse notified the neighbor and I his spirit has moved on and she removed his medical equipment and returned the key to the neighbor.
1 hr. Later unemployed neighbors who sit around a fire pit drinking most of their day pull up with a previous buyer interested in deceased man’s items and they begin loading up a truck. 🚚 (They got his number from a note on his door)
The deceased was once a very wealthy man but lost most in a divorce but he has kept very top quality items worth a lot. 
I was home early (unknowing to theives) and immediately confronted them and called (NW) neighborhood watch Gregory Mordue; my property owner and the PD and informed the theives they were to reverse their actions before officers were on scene all while my girlfriend was recording and witnessing.
They were caught in posession but with keys and no forced entry, they were given a warning and forced to hand over the key. 

Please share some of your favorites in the comments below. As I discover new explorers on social media, I will add them to the list below.

 

https://www.facebook.com/HastaAlaska

KombiLife.com

Hasta Alaska is the story of an English explorer named Ben who flew to Chile and has spent over 4 years road tripping all the way to Alaska in a VW Bus. He shares a video blog on youtube that does an amazing job of sharing all the details. His team has done such a great job, we hope to see more adventures from him in the future.

 

http://ModernMotoDiaries.com

Alex Chacon

https://www.facebook.com/ChaconAlex/?fref=ts

Alex has ridden motorcycles in a large portion of the world and continues on a quest to travel as many as possible.

 

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCO9yxZFAdyyjRYGMh5Qp-eg

Long Way Around (& Down)

Ewin McGregor & Charley Boorman travel from England to New York and England to Cape Town Africa on motorcycles.

 

http://netvibes.com/HelpingHandsNet

Helping Hands Network

The story of the network has been growing since being founded in 2006 by Tim Frentz. YouTube videos, blog stories and digital Comic Books share the adventures of network members along their path to help causes in need. Short novels are being published soon to help tell the stories in more detail.

We recently have been needing a lot of cordless power tools to do Help Cause projects in remote areas. I began researching the most recent options and here are my notes so far.

Our main needs include a chainsaw, circular saw, weed eater and high torque/impact drill.

 

WEED EATER (trimmer) <$150

*Important features to look for?

-removable shaft to attach a brush cutter

-removable head to attach blade cutter

-rapid charging dual 20v 4ah batteries included

-quality braided string

-variable length shaft design

 

B&D LST136 has the best reviews for a sub $100 model so far.

 

 

$150 B&D LST 540 (Brushless)

Includes 1 40v battery and 1-3 hour rapid charger.

Brushless motor should last longer but this model has battery life complaints. Only comes with 1 battery. Battery get’s hot and needs 15 minutes to cool down before re-charging. The B&D brand of trim line breaks often and it is likely that you will empty a spool in 30 minutes unless you upgrade your line. Includes a variable length shaft design.

 

$150 Worx GT2 has the best reviews for a price over $100 so far. You can get the upgraded 32v for $140 shipped or go with a 30 minute rapid charger and TWO 20 volt batteries with ability for continuous use for $150.

https://worxgt.primetimetools.com/?cid=PF002&leadsource=PF002&CA_6C15C=1911218890

 

CHAINSAW

The Kabota 12 inch; 40 volt; 2 amp hour at Lowes for $99 plus tax is the most reasonable deal I have found so far. I still need to read more reviews about it though. It also needs a $50 charger bought separate.

http://www.lowes.com/pd_651249-95404-KCS+120_0Z2z8vmZ2z8vn__?productId=50333365&Ns=p_product_price|1&pl=1&Ntt=lithium+cordless

 

CIRCULAR SAW

The Porter Cable division is part of Black and Decker and DeWalt. It is the middle range in quality. The home brand products of Black and Decker are poor quality but still WalMart refuses to drop them and replace with the mid range Porter line. I’m not sold on Porter Cable being the best mid price range choice for us but it is what I am leaning towards buying very soon. There is a 20% purchases over $100 on Amazon right now for Fathers Day PLUS they have a rare cordless grinder which comes in very handy often.

http://amzn.to/1F8ykKh

Porter Cable multi tools

Porter Cable also has an upgraded 4 amp hour 20 volt battery option for $80. I recommend having TWO 1.5ah batteries and rotating for continuous use but if you have no field charging options, the 4ah is a life saver.

http://amzn.to/1IYncaf

IMPACT DRILL

I have not gotten to this one yet.  😦

Earth Day Texas 2015

Posted: April 26, 2015 in Uncategorized

At the beginning of the year I had planned on a wonderful book promo tour along with Earth Day talks in southern California while working with my sponsors but unfortunately I got in trouble associating (helping) a risky cause in Texas and am being held in probation by the states legal system.

So, I find myself stuck in Dallas yet again for Earth Day. This time was much more enjoyable then the last however. In 2011 I was at Dallas’ first Earth Day festival and they had a lot to improve on. There was no recycling and a lack of shade and a low quality of presentations. Here is the blog review covering that day. https://freehelpinghands.wordpress.com/2011/04/28/dallas-1st-annual-earth-day-festival/

Earth Day swag

Moving on, I just want to share the best of the best today. I am really trying hard to finish my book, “Life Knowledge” in the next few days so it will be uploaded before Wood County Texas sentences me to a possible jail sentence. This has prevented me from writing many blog articles lately.

So, lets get to today’s highlights!

The FREE event has been relocated to the fair park by the Cottonbowl. Much more room, better parking BUT it now costs $10 unless you take a shuttle from outside the fair, more green space, more vendors (1000+) and way more quality presenters. This years most popular attraction is going to be very hard to beat in the future. The director of the Cove (Louie Psihoyos) premiered his newest film “Racing Extinction” and he brought a secret weapon with him! He got Nascar’s Leilani Munter to drive around with him in a Tesla sports car with an industrial projector and a carbon gas meter. They have been taking the newest version of a “Knight Rider” around cities projecting important animal extinction messages and filming carbon emission gases.

Taking it down a notch, let me tell you about some great companies, doing great things that I got a close look at today.

XyLObags.com (A plastic’like bag that is actually compostable paper!!!) WHAT? This is a must have answer to those companies that refuse to stop providing single use bags to their customers. They also replace your kitchen and yard waste bags!

Botanical Interests seeds (Promoted by RealSchoolGardens.org)

Botanical Interest – Marigold African Crackerjack

ConnemaraConservancy.org

Shraman.org (Shraman South Asian Museum)

Nomadic State of Mind Sandals

Texas Conservation Alliance (TCAtexas.org)

WildFlowerFestival.com

FreeMeditation.com & DFWmeditation.org

Aquaponics with Gay Bingham & Phoenix Farms

Vertical Gardening with Shawna Coronado

Backyard Medicine with John Wolf  (WolfSongFarm.com)

Tibetan Monks Opening Ceremony Prayer

Nissan LEAF test drive & Tesla Motors ride along

Tiny Home by Beth Ann Norrgard

Mark Messersmith Art Exhibit

SeedCoalition.org

ForagingTexas.com

HerbsHealing.com

DownToEarthDFW.com

SWSloo.com

DallasTrees.org

VogelAlcove.org (Seed Ball give away)

SankOfAScienceSolutions.com

HalfSteps.org

ATRSonline.com

GroundWorkDallas.org

art boy scouts

costumes fair park fountains

gay bingham phoenix farm aquaponics grow van hydroponic music Vending

Shraman p7 Shraman p14

the Helping Hands Yogi

Posted: October 6, 2014 in Uncategorized

Bookmark this blog post because it will rotate chapters of Tim Frentz’s next book,

“the Helping Hands Yogi : Networking Causes in Need” (part 1)

This week’s inside look: THE FORWARD

Feedback appreciated as always!

Cover Page Final

FORWARD

 

Let’s get straight to the point of this book!
I have invested years and my entire inheritance to help causes in need and make a difference in the lives of all who cross my path.

The main purpose of this book is to help me reach TWO remaining lifetime goals.

The first goal is to teach an abundance of information that can improve quality of life while providing the opportunity to be the change.

The second remaining goal is to build relationships among a network of people who have the resources to provide the change needed.  I wish to be able to call upon others when our foundation needs help supporting great projects. I pray that ONE successful decision maker per year who is reading this will budget $5,000 in an investment account and trust me to invest it where it will do the most good towards their chosen causes.

This book tells you the story of how I invested over $15,000 a year in solving the root of the problems presented to the Helping Hands Network instead of wasting resources on solutions. If we stop the problem together as a network, we eliminate the need for solutions and this is what makes our movement worth it.

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Perhaps, you are asking what you may get in return?

I’m always willing to give a sponsor a tour through a cause project or introduce you to the rustic living communities I write about as a guide in exchange for your helpful contributions.

Maybe you have been stranded or had your life threatened and wished the next person passing you by would stop and help.

Have you ever had your credit card denied with an empty tank of gas and had to ask a stranger for a few dollars to get where you needed?

Maybe you have had your car stolen with important items inside while you stepped away for just a minute or just maybe your house burned down and you felt like walking straight into the fire and giving up.

Have you ever gone to your favorite nature spot to discover it is covered in trash or wished the empty lot on the corner could become a public food garden?

We love creating videos and comics that show the world what your help has provided. Spread the word and please send this book to your friends today.

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The following pages tell the stories of the Helping Hands ventures and cite sources relating to the topics. Some details have been altered at the request of those involved.

The events that happen after printing can be followed at http://NetVibes.com/HelpingHandNet

We look forward to publishing many more.

The proceeds from book and comic sales go to help fund HHN outreach programs so if you are given a copy please consider contributing to our causes.

Paypal id tfrentz@hotmail.com

For bank account #s or a Mailing address please email

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Welcome Home

Posted: August 15, 2014 in Uncategorized

WELCOME HOME 

PART 2 continued from:

https://freehelpinghands.wordpress.com/2014/07/05/welcome-home/

 

 

On the morning of Wednesday July 2nd, I wrote Kira a note saying i was going to find a hammock spot at Krishna. After putting up the hammock I found pancakes at Jesus camp next door.

After eating I went to join a yoga group at center circle followed by a meditation group about a 100 yards up the pointer finger path at a tribe called United People.

The meditation session included a good mix of Kundalini yoga which focuses on breathing and mindful body awareness.

 

yoga

 

After an hour of Kundalini concluded it was time for center circle council. Council is the main gathering event where a newbie can gain knowledge by self educating. You will learn how the idea of one large national rainbow gathering was planted among a few western groups during local gatherings at Morningstar Ranch and near Portland Oregon. You also learn about the importance of all the volunteer tasks that keep the gathering operational such as front gate security, food delivery/prep, cleanup, camp setup and much more.

After my learning experience at council was over, I hiked the same trail past the final tribe called green path.

 

As I left green path I met a gorgeous goddess named Kristen. I asked what was behind her at the end of the trail and she said I was almost to a parking lot. I told her I guess I was going off path to follow the creek and find a swimming hole. She looked intrigued so I asked her to go with and she was down.

 

I learned a lot about Kristen over the next hour. She spent a lot of time in India studying yoga so most of our talk was about her experiences. We hiked from the outter middle finger boundary to the spot past where the pointer finger path met a steep cliff. We spotted a water hole and made an agreement to meet the next day at hippy noon center circle to hike to it.

 

SageField

 

I walked her to center circle dinner and then had to run back to green path because I forgot my water bottle.

At center circle dinner, everyone sits down on marked circles with backs together to allow the servers a path to get by with their carts. When I returned Kristin was no where to be seen. I noticed another beautiful girl that had walked completely around the circle so I told her, “if you don’t find your friends after walking a complete circle, you should sit with the first person that invites you.”

She introduced herself as Amanda and then said, “it looks like this is our spot then doesn’t it?” Amanda was from Omaha so we talked about friends in common like good old Irl Rickman who is a leading organizer for the Omaha fire spinning community.

I waited around at the after dinner party circle until it got dark hoping to find Kristin. Once it gets dark and cool everyone relocates to the meadow with 3 fire pits to dance around. I enjoy watching a few naked women dance around the fires for awhile then find my way out.

 

CenterCircle

 

I walked back to Krishna to get some hot tea and then sat around the fire. Five girls came and sat down by me as a Polynesian goddess played her traditional string instrument. She quickly stopped, blaming the smoke and then said she would be up at Aloha which was at the outer tip of the pointer finger. I then remembered I was invited by another cute sister to meet up at Granola funk.

It was midnight and the show was over but I wanted to go make sure if she was there. The 5 girls asked me to lead them to g funk so it wasn’t going to matter if the other girl was there now since I had their company. The g funk fire was too chill for me so I told them I wanted to make the rounds. Three of them from nearby Utah came with. Jen, Delphie and Sara were all beautiful. As we walked the main path, we were approached by the very same Napolean Dynamite that I rode the shuttle with. “Would you guys like to trade some tokes and play a mind game,” he asked? As we joined in Napolean explains, “you are in the dessert with a cube and it can be any size. There is also a ladder and a horse. Now, describe your vision to the circle.” After everyone described their images, Napolean reloaded his pipe and passed it around while continuing the mind game. “Now imagine there is a storm and tell us how it is affecting the vision. The size of the cube represents your ego and the horses relation to the cube represents how you perceive your friends interactions with your ego. The placement of the ladder shows if you place yourself above or below others and the storm represents how in control of your life you are.”

It was a fun bonding exercise for everyone. We said goodbye and continued on our way up the mountain to Lovin Ovens as we compared stories. We talked about how we should copy the whole interaction with Napolean and his friends as a comedy skit for the next nights Gong Show at G Funk.

Jen stayed by my side the next 4 hours as we toured all the major music areas ending with pizza at Lovin Ovens which is the outer edge of the pinky trail. We sampled an amazing desert pizza made with apples and fig. As the sun began rising over the mountains I made the same arrangement as I did with Kristen earlier and told them to meet me at a morning event and go hiking. I walked them down the trail until we came to a violin playing inside a lit tipi. I stayed a few more minutes as they socialized and warmed up by the fire and then headed on to pass out in my hammock as the sun rose.

tipi

 

On Thursday July 3rd, I was completely exhausted from the all nighter. I washed in the creek to wake up and then walked a new path while getting my morning meditation on. The next camp up the middle finger had some elders chatting so I joined in. After a few minutes I was offered an avocado; pepper; humus; pesto; carrot and tomato sandwich for breakfast. After we were all done it was time to go to the next camp up again for kandalini yoga with YogaConsciousnessChannel.com.

Along the way I found a rep of the Ithaca free clinic, giving a botany lecture. As I was learning about edible plants Jen walked up beside me. She wanted to go do meditation with me so we continued up the trail to the United People camp.

After meditation, I walked her to their camp site and ate a grape and peach breakfast with them. They decided not to go hiking so I headed out to look for Kristin. I followed the outer perimeters and stumbled upon an amazing rock garden that was being assembled by the family artists.

 

RockGarden

 

As I approached the end of the camp trail and the beginning of my true wilderness hike, I met a gypsie girl named Adrianne from San Fran. I complimented her on her outfit and as we were talking, a group covered in all sorts of colorful hemp jewelry asked us to take their pictures. I then told Adrianne what I was doing and mentioned she should join me. She was excited to have someone guide her away from the craziness for awhile. I figured she would make it about 30 minutes and turn around once it got rough but 45 minutes later we were climbing over and under fallen trees in the creek bed as we did our best to avoid the mosquito’s.

 

Adrianne

 

Adrianne stayed by my side a full hour and half and just as we were about to turn back, the trees thinned out and on the ground in front of us was an 1800s rail track for a miners cart. I surveyed the surroundings and positioned myself in order to see where the once distant ridge was now level with the base of our mountain and two creeks combined. As we walked around the creek, we finally caught a glimpse of the swimming hole beyond a massive open field of sage.

I looked closer in the distance of a meadow the size of two soccer pitches and I noticed a pile of square rocks out of sync with the natural surrounding. As we approached the formation we stumbled upon another rail and then a boiler stack at the base of the rocks. There were also several other iron bits and what was most likely the walls of a mining cart. After studying the area up close, I realized I was standing in a caved in mine entrance. I gingerly walked around the area before inviting Adrianne over to join me. We then got out our lunch bags and enjoyed some watermelon and beats.

 

mineShaft

 

After we walked the river bed and the water hole we headed 2 miles back up the mountain to the camp and then she wanted to continue on to the bathing hole I built. I couldn’t wait to strip and wash all the bug bites and sweat off. Adrianne wasn’t shy at all but she just wasn’t feeling the desire to wash more than her feet so she sat on a ledge next to me.

 

bath

 

After we were refreshed I walked Adrianne to the dinner circle where she joined her friend and then I walked around to see if i could find Kristen. For the second day in a row, Kristen was no where to be found so I sat across from Adrianne.

Rain clouds were starting to build up and approach so as soon as the last dish was served I ran back to my hammock to cover everything and get my night bag and clothes.

I returned to the center circle for the sunset. The rain was redirecting over the neighboring ridge so I commenced my evening yoga and meditation while the drums and dancers went on around me. As dark set in, I went to join Fantuzzi at the ancient stories tent and fire. As I approached, he was leading a song as usual. Every time I come across such a sing along jam session I recorded them on my phone. There will be a link to the edited tracks here soon.

After the jam concluded, I went up to GFunk to experience the Gong Show. On the way up the mountain I encountered a lovely goddess of middle eastern descent named Joyti. Her ancestors were from Iran and she had just returned with an amazing love story. She went to the opposite side of the world with a group she had never met before and bonded with a boy from her area of San Francisco. She fell for him and they made plans to keep traveling once they returned to the states. She was at Rainbow per his request. As she concluded her story we took our seats together in front of the stage and the lights came up.

The host of the show was a dead ringer for Chris Farley. His presentation as MC for the gong show was a real belly buster. The MCs assistants were a Joe Dirt impersonator complete with mullet and guitar and a BiSexual Cowboy dressed in full gear complete with chaps and a rope.

 

GongShow

 

While contestants were preparing, Joe Dirt would come out and sing a funny song. I turned to Joyti and started sharing my story about getting reacquainted with my first girlfriend after 17 years of lost contact. Over the next 2 hours we got treated to several wonderful talent acts and then she had to leave before it was over to meetup with her boyfriend. Anytime the audience got bored with the acts, they would flash their lights at the channel button on the tv, the judges would hit the gong and the cowboy would come out and rope the act off the stage. The audience repeatedly heckled calls for the acts to show their butts and at one point the MC shinned his light on the loud hippies as a whole row of them bent over with their pants down. The show concluded with a skit on breaking the ice between two strangers trying to hook up for the night. The one liners and their role playing had everyone laughing. As everything wound down, the cowboy came running around the front rows with his butt cheeks flapping out the back of the chaps.

After the gong show I found my way to the Aloha camp to catch up with Fantuzzi for some more late night camp fire singing from about 1-3am. Each campfire experience built upon the others it seemed like. The amount of energy and singing souls kept increasing from camp to camp and on this night the sounds totally lifted my spirit to a new level.

Everyone was embracing and singing or dancing. I thought to myself, “what a perfect way to end the day, if only it could be like this every night!”

As the group concluded and dispersed, I made my way back to the hammock and passed out looking at the stars and dreaming about my recent encounters.

 

 

Friday July 4th, as I arose from my slumber I noticed the entire camp was silent and those around me were doing their morning tasks with the minimal amount of clatter possible.

After shaking my morning goobers, I stumbled over to the Krishna kitchen and volunteered to was dishes. A man approached unaware of the morning meditation and prayer silence, and he began asking me when food would be served. As he turned to ask the kitchen, I noticed his glasses on the ground beside me so my natural reaction was to verbally get his attention. My krishna organizer gave me the shhh sign and I then went on my way.

 

Krishna

 

I was off to find a good meditation spot before heading over to center circle. I worked my way down to circle, stopping a few times along the way to do some poses. Once I reached the circle I laid out my tarp and began my normal yoga practice. As the moments passed, more and more gathered around me doing their thing. As the silent clock struck noon, several elders approached the middle and broke the silence instructing everyone to form inner and outer circles.

I stayed with the mid elders in the second center circle while the oldest and most spiritual varieties joined hands closer to the peace pole. About 10000 others formed larger circles surrounding as far as the eye could see around our horizon. Ohmes started resonating from deep within those near the peace pole and then spread like a wild fire amongst those in the outer circles.

 

9 years to the day my father passed away from multiple cancer issues so the 4th of July has its own deep spiritual meaning for me. While in the circle of energy I prayed for my father and held his spirit in my heart as my body began to shake. I was already being overwhelmed with the surrounding love of thousands when the children began descending from the mountain top.

The children and parents were parading down the mountain singing hymns and carrying flags and banners. As the entered each circle they marched around clockwise until finally working their way to the peace pole. Everyone joined in unisentual chants as tears of happiness poured from my eyes and the elders on both sides of me soon followed.

After reaching a climactic volume and returning to near silence, the leading elders, including Fantuzzi, shouted out in a final prayer and then drums began beating. Louder and louder the drums pounded as the circles separated and people began dancing and celebrating.

 

PrayerDance

 

I began walking towards the happiness kitchen across the path from center circle. I knew that was the main hangout for Kira and it was about time to check in with her. The timing was perfect as I spotted her on my walk and asked her what the plan was. “I think I’ll be ready as the sun starts setting,” Kira told me. “See if you can find the girls and let them know to pack up and meet at happiness camp at dinner time.”

I was expecting to have one more night so I was a bit bummed but I knew I needed to return to my storage unit project and get it done. I headed towards the girls at tea time camp on the thumb trail. As I neared the creek bridge, I spotted them walking towards me. It was perfect as it saved me from using up my final hours tracking them. After passing on the message, I headed to my hammock to pack everything up. After packing I strolled passed the party at center circle and over to happiness kitchen. I helped find servers and then filled up my plate.

I had long since given up hope of ever finding my hiking friend again. As I approached the camps eating circle I noticed the back of a familiar looking figure. As I came around her side I tried not to be too obvious but I about fainted when I discovered it was my Kristen right there before my very eyes. All week I had prayed for a chance to give her my information and in my final moments when all hopes had nearly vanished, there she was.

She was in a deep conversation so I waited until she finished and then joined my ongoing conversation with my neighbor and Kristens. Bella and Layce joined in and then before long, Kira was ready to go.

I swapped contacts and hugs with Kristen and then the four of us began our 2 mile hike back to the car. Bella was wasted and could barely walk let alone carry her gear so I hiked beside them at a super slow pace. As we neared the trail head I picked up my pace out of frustration in order to tell Kira to go on a head and pull the car as close to the rest of us as she could.

Kira and I turned around to holar at the girls and they had vanished. With no sight of them after a few minutes of waiting, we began hiking back down the trail expecting one of them to be taking a nature break. With no sign of them after hiking beyond the point I last left them, we began yelling their names and then asking everyone we passed if they had seen two girls walking with a sleeping bag drooped over their head. Finally someone mentioned they witnessed the girls getting dropped off a mile up the road at bus town. At this point Kira and i had hiked an extra 30 minutes in full gear and were cussing profusely how teenagers need constant supervision. I didn’t think nothing of it then but back at the parking lot at the trail head I had noticed a van load of people out of the corner of my eye. It turned out that Bella and Layce had hoped in that van.

Kira and I didn’t have confirmation of that yet though so we made the decision to continue on to the car and worry about them if they weren’t there. As we neared bus town we continued asking by passers if they had seen them and before long someone mentioned they saw them getting out of a van up ahead. As we entered bus town, there was a barricade of law enforcement hassling whoever they felt like apparently. We slipped by them and then stopped at a group of 6 rowdy youngsters drinking by an open van about another 50 feet up the road.

I again asked, “have you seen two girls wrapped in a sleeping bag hiking past here looking like they are about to fall over.” They said that they were the ones whom gave them a lift and that they were probably at the car already. I got harsh and lectured them on hiking buddy etiquette. “Never allow girls that fucked up to get separated from their group,” I hollered out of frustration. They apologized saying they had no idea the girls had others with them.

Once Kira and I got back at the car, Bella and Layce were there waiting with a couple brothers. We both gave them a quick verbal lashing and then dropped the subject after speaking our peace. After hiking an extra 30 minutes and losing our day light to see the dangerous mountain road, we were really pressed to find our happy place for the first few hours of our drive. The girls had not bathed for several days and the mud and body paint showed it. Thankfully they had Lavender oil to keep the car odor pleasant.

 

departure

 

We safely made it down the mountain pass as fireworks lit the sky. By 3am we were ready for a pit stop in Rawlins WY. As we pulled into the truck stop I noticed a hat by the pump. I went over to get a closer look. It was a new $30 climate gear Adidas hat. Total ground score!! And that was not even the best part of the night. Once inside, the place was practically empty. I walked around the corner to the bathroom and about collided with one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Ashley was working in the back and it was just the two of us. “I bet you could name 10 other things you rather be doing right now,” I told her. “What do you have in mind?, she flirted back. “Well, when you are ready to blow this joint look me up and I’ll hook you up with our caravans. We are always on an adventure somewhere. We are passing through from the Rainbow Gathering right now actually.”

“If I had a place for my pup and paid a fine I owe, I would walk out right now,” Amanda pleaded. We exchanged contacts and I told her we would be napping in the parking lot until sunrise.

Amanda and I would become facebook friends and stay in touch from then on. She moved a week later to a park community east of Salt Lake City where she wouldn’t be stranded with nothing but a grave yard shift at a truck stop in her life. I’m sure its just a matter of time before we are carpooling or meeting up at a festival.

We went on our way and reached my final destination in Grand Island about noon. I had been telling the girls all morning that there were sandpit swimming holes so they were anxious to stop at the closest one to my home. I took them to my favorite spot at LE Ray on the south eadge of GI. I led them to a peninsula that has a secluded beach away from highway view and stripped down. I dove in and by the time I surfaced the girls were slowly adapting their birthday suits to the clean pure aquifer water.

There were only a few others within view. A jogger stopped mid stride and a father son team turned their canoe around as quick as they came around a bend as we laughed and sunk into the water.

The girls were not shy about dressing in full view on the beach as we headed back to the car. Once at my moms house we all got out and gave each other hugs and I showed them how to get back to the interstate. As they drove away it started to dawn on me that one of my greatest short term adventures had just concluded.

#SOIL prep #recipe for your #GArden
http://permaculturenews.org/2014/05/21/building-soil-nutrient-rich-raised-bed/#comment-1742515

BOTTOM:
gravel (2 inches)
wood mulch (2 inches)
dirt (1 inch)
compost (horse and chicken mix 1 inch) nitrogen
sand (1 inch)
dirt and wood chips (1 inch) nitrogen
cardboard – Carbon
compost (food scraps with phosphate egg shells and potassium banana peels 1 inch)
pine ash, sand and needles (1/2 inch) nitrogen
dandelion leaves (1 layer) nitrogen
dirt and grass clippings (1 inch)
earth worms
wood chips after sprouting to keep soil moist
TOP

 

BUGs
earth worms

milkweed for butterfly feeding

flowers for honey bees

mint and marigold to deter mosquitos and veggie eating beetles

 

I’m customizing a Lenovo Twist s230u (8gRAM; 128gbSSD, 64gb SD; i7cpu) running Windows 7.

Desktop

The link below shows my first few changes.

http://bgr.com/2011/06/01/windows-7-can-be-tablet-friendly-after-all-video/

*I prefer using Chrome bookmarks to access my online sites instead of cluttering a bunch of apps so I did not install the Buttons and Docks used in the guide above. My daily sites are mostly eBay and Craigslist so I have added shortcut buttons for them on the desktop after taking the screen shot below but that’s about it.

 

Fences Desktop hider..stealth tool is a must have.

http://www.stardock.com/products/fences/

Get it here:

http://thepiratebay.se/torrent/9418021/Stardock_Fences_2.12_Final___Crack

 

 

The auto rotate sensor is not supported in Windows 7 so I am looking for a one touch button that will control the screen orientation.

Until I find one, I have installed http://support.lenovo.com/en_US/downloads/detail.page?DocID=DS014959

and I created a shortcut to the display control panel to manually adjust orientation with two taps.

 

I changed my desktop wallpaper, system sounds, cursor and icons into Star Wars themes. I got the files from:

http://windows7themes.net/en-us/windows-7-star-wars-theme/

 

I use Dragon Speech engine to assign tasks to speech commands. I use this to open the shortcuts, open programs and type messages mostly. When I’m in chrome, I then use the google speech tool for browser tasks.

 

For those Phone Apps that you absolutely must have because they work better then the website for whatever reason…. Install BlueStacks and then you can use APPs within this program just like you were on your phone.
http://www.bluestacks.com

I will make a video soon to show smooth this setup works.