Why Happy Trails??

I believe that when humans meet, then say hello, a door of possibilities is opened, and connections are made. When humans say Goodbye, a door gets closed.
First of all humans are more than a vehicle of flesh, but are also many other 'bodies' of being combined within a mobile vehicle of flesh. One or more of those 'bodies' contain all the information that connects humans from their past, to the universe, and to the present. At any given moment all of the 'bodies' within humans are connected to the earth, to the universe, to their higher power (soul or spirit) and constantly together make connections to other humans. It is a subtle energy. Most humans appear to loose their ability to sense most of these connections as they age. When they are new into the world humans are incredibly sensitive to all forms of vibrations.
A vibration are the energy pulses that are emitted from the universe that animate objects and things into life forms. Every form of life or elemental object gives off a certain frequency. Depending upon the frequency determines that form of life. A simple example of this are trees. They have a lower frequency but it is visible during every season, especially in spring as a living being, trees will increase their vibration when the weather warms, and will slow their vibration as the weather cools. Grass has a more rapid frequency given in the rate as it grows, but like trees, grass will lower its life vibration in winter. People do this but it is not as noticeable because humans can't keep still.
Humans can also give or receive, and transmit the vibrations from other life forms, themselves, and from the occupied environment they are place. The more complex the life form, the more complex the vibration, ability, and the higher the frequency that is emitted. Sexual contact, and most flirtations are prime examples of this energy transfer. Also when a human comes into contact with other humans, particularly if that contact is particularly intimate, each human will keep residual traces of that energy transfer for days afterwards.

What determines the amount of energy that is transferred is dependent upon the level of each encounter between humans. Trust, social setting, and any numbers of ingredients have some determined influence on the energy or synergy transfer. It occurs the very moment when humans greet each other, and because it is so common and ritually performed over the life of humans it becomes less of an event.
Now with that said, all this goes on in small moments, and in chance encounters, so why close the door. If there is a situation that requires closer then by all means, say Goodbye. In most connections made, why not keep the doors open. Some cultures to not have words like goodbye.
I also believe in the possibility that humans living now are reincarnations from many lives. Based on the current evolutionary progression of the human species, nature demands that humans must undergo several lives in order to evolve into the species they are capable of becoming. An intelligent species beyond its current limitations of the 'human' body form. There have been past human civilizations much more evolve than the most current adaptation. Still, because of this belief, there will be humans or 'souls' that people meet in this life that have a history or a 'Karma' from previous lives, and new encounters, (friends, loved ones) that we can carry with us into the next life. Yet, in order to do that a 'door' must remain open for that connection to be maintained. Most intelligent cultures recognized this meaning, and therefore, they do not say Goodbye. This is why, every blog on this site ends with Happy Trails.
Happy Trails was a song first made popular by Roy Rogers. In the late seventies and early eighties, the band Van Halen remade the song to go like this;

Bum-ba-dee-da-bum-ba-dee-da
Happy trails to you,
Until we meet again,
Happy trails to you,
Keep smiling on til then

Who ( oooh ) cares about the clouds when we're together
Just ( aaah ) sing a song an' think bout sunny weather
...two...three
Happy trails to you,
Til we meet again

When growing up we (people who care for each other) shorten our expression when parting to just say 'Bumbas', which was based on this song.
"...and now you know the rest of the story,..."

Bumba Dee Da,...Happy Trails!

As the Earth World Turns

At any given time in the history of civilization those humans living in that time period actually believe that they are at the pinnacle of human achievement. Pure vanity. Humans have had over 5000 years to practice at getting along and develop as social creatures. Its obvious they failed, but what if they had more time?
Modern humans have been around a lot longer. They have actually had 12000 years since the last time all civilization was wiped out. Yes, civilizations have died, but somehow individual humans have survived.
I will let you in on a little secret. Life is circular. Everything in nature the solar system and the universe in general revolves in a circular pattern.
In 11000 B.C. on this planet there where several large cities and thriving human civilizations. There was also an extra continent located in the pacific ocean. The continent of MU. There was Atlantis, large populations of people in Bimini, Burma, Egypt, Mexico, Peru, China, and in North America. The Nez Perce Indians and another large group living in the south west area of the new Phoenix valley. Millions of people. Building temples to the gods, or god. The Sphinx was built in this time period. So what happened?
The earth is a living organism, and as a part of this universe runs on cycles. Currently we are in a 13,000 year cycle called the Holocene period, or the time of the last ice age. In 11,000 B.C. there was great upheaval, volcanic activity, climate change and a great flood. The continent of MU fell into or was swallowed by the Pacific ocean, the coastal city or the city at the pinnacle of the then civilization sank into the Atlantic. Soon, earth scientist will find Atlantis located between Cuba ad the Yucatan peninsula. In 2000, Japanese scientist from remnants of the lost continent of MU off the coast of southern Japanese islands. We already know of the other civilizations.

Question:
What do the great pyramids, Stonehenge, Mayan pyramids, and ancient Indian temples all have in common?
Answer:
Many many things. All these monolithic monuments share structural similarities such as;
1. Celestial alignment.
2. Massive size including massive blocks which were mined several miles away (sometimes many many miles away like stone henge).
3. Cap stones that weighed over 40 tons that are sometimes elevated hundreds of feet.
4. All these monuments were created out of motivation to respect or please the gods.
5. similar building techniques utilizing detailed carvings that would take decades to produce by hand.

All this means is at the time of the last global catastrophe all the world was in communication with each other. Some how, and by some way they knew of one another and traded or shared trade goods. Then destruction, 2000 years of global cold. Then people rebuilt their lives and their cities. I mention this because the end of the current cycle is due to end sometime around 2012. Then the whole thing starts all over again, at least on this planet. So get your towels ready. Welcome, to as the World turns!!

Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!

In the land of Giants

Before I met Max I traveled with a four legged, and 5 gremlins. It was the summer of 92' and we were leaving the land of clovers. 1000 miles later I was in the land of Giants.
The summer of 92' was a time when Jerry Garcia was still alive, and the band Nirvana was still mostly underground. Thinking back our society then must seem primitive compared with the technology we live with now. Cassette tape players still ruled car stereos, and there was no Internet. We used word processors, no staples stores and everything in Walmart was mostly made in America. The land of clovers looks over the great river unfortunately the forests there have no sound. No animals. The gremlins and I spent four days lying in large fields of clover just sunning ourselves. That's about it,... 4 days.

Driving west on the concrete highway the car skipped constantly. It worked nicely while playing Bob Seager music, but nothing else was in rhythm. The highway was long straight and flat for nearly 900 miles, we came up to it. The land of Giants.
I felt very much like Alice in wonderland as I entered. Towering above road level was large movements of ground. It was as if a giant tiller had churned a 500 yard wide path from the nearest mountain. It went south as far as I could see. We passed quietly through and climbed to a higher elevation, I looked back. It seemed as if it were some dividing wall, a line in the sand, and in looking back it marks an invisible continental shift. At this point in the country the road continued to climb. Long 5 mile graded hills then into the high mountains. The color of the land also changed from amber into dark green, and deep blues. I noticed wild horses, buffalo, and finally after 5 days I heard new whispers in the air. Ah, Good Times!

Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!

Driving with Max

I was living in the land of the elders and went for a ride with Max. It was easy to get lost, found and lost again in elder lands. Everything was deceiving. Where life looked empty it blossomed, and where it seems to be full it was not. The elders land was like that, full of contradictions, and lessons. Max always found the paths to take and always delivered when it counted.
We were heading for rivers of possibilities, but turned into a mirage. we stopped for a break and found some shade, but as I walked towards the trees I suddenly felt my arms left, then I slowly twisted upwards into the air. When I realized I was off the ground I fell. I backed up looked around saw no thing around, and stepped forward. It happened again. I tried not to think, and looked up with my arms out wide my body twisted in a spiral and I heard whispers. When I fell down I walked forward, sat down, and felt very awake.
There are people living in the land of brown frogs who believe in vortexes and their healing powers.
"The philosophy of Vortex Healing is that all of life is One (One Source, One Consciousness, One Divinity), expressing Itself as this amazing experience of creation. But because we have lost the awareness of that, we have gotten caught in all kinds of issues that generate disease in our bodies and suffering in our hearts. Our basic experience of life is one of separation, of experiencing ourselves as a particular being that is essentially separate from everything else in creation and separate from the Universal Source of creation. This creates all kinds of issues and false identities that, over time (and lives), imprint or condition every level of our human system—our bodies, our minds, our emotions and even our sense of spirituality. The web of this conditioning is incredibly, almost unimaginably deep, completely distorting our experience of being human. It creates all kinds of emotional distortions and blockages in our human energy system, which generates weakness and physical disease. The intent of Vortex Healing is to release this conditioning on every level it is found, returning the person to emotional balance and energetic strength, so that health prevails.
Our experience is that there are ‘divine beings’ who exist outside of our realm of space and time and who live in Oneness as unique expressions or embodiments of divine Source. They are not truly beings, for there is no consciousness of separation—they are simply pure aspects of divinity—and yet for most people, it is easiest to think of them and to relate to them (and to talk about them) as beings. And one of those ‘beings’, who calls himself Merlin, is the power behind Vortex Healing. Merlin embodies the divine quality of ‘magical transformation’, and his intention is to accelerate the evolutionary process of life so that it grows into its full potential and awakens to its True nature."

A few earth scientists believe that the earth is a gigantic crystal that resonates at 7 Hz with harmonic focal points at specific equidistant points.
One of the best summaries is "Anti-Gravity and the World Grid" by David Childress.
"The Bermuda Triangle & Japan's Devil's Sea are considered anomalies, where unexplained phenomena occur, such as disappearing ships & planes, & radios & compasses that stop working.
Why are ancient Megaliths placed at specific equidistant points, such as Mohenjo-Daro, Cairo, Peru, Easter Island, Zimbabwe, and Borneo, to name a few. Why are Positive Energy Vortices, such as in the Himalayas, Sedona (AZ), & the Incan culture situated where they are?
Note that the Vortices appear to originate from deep beneath the Earth's Crust, so they may be focused by underground water or mineral deposits to vary slightly from the exact dead center, sometimes with multiple surface areas of manifestation."

In my first winter on the Painted Desert Max took me into a place called the mother's womb. I spent that afternoon with 6 others ice skating on a frozen pond.
There are things that are seen and more things that go unseen. There is another side to life on this planet, and much that goes unexplored. Knowledge is there when asked for, and the planet is still here waiting to be discovered.

Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!

A letter to the Empire

Dear Walmart,
My name is Ithacan Stardust and you are currently building a super center just down the road from my house in Pennsylvania. I was wondering and maybe observing a few things that you could use in your future Walmart buildings.
You are the industry leader in retail, but you could also become the industry leader in the use of “green” (environmentally friendly) technology. Think of the Public Relations (PR) advertising you as a company could generate off of this sort of campaign!
The super center that you are building is in a perfect location for the use of solar power technology. Besides good PR the use of solar panels could offset some of your operating expanses by saving in electricity costs and in turn “Keep Lower Prices” for the cost of your products. I have read several articles about how you, as a company have streamlined the making and distribution of produced goods, and I was thinking possibly that you, as a company, could now turn some of that thinking into streamline-ing operational expenses.
This particular super center that you are building has moved a lot of earth and some of that material could also be use to insulate almost 1/3 of your exposed walls. It is very much like earth mound sheltering, but by landscaping exposed walls your company could use the insulation qualities to again lower operation expense because the building would use less electricity to heat or cool the building, and then combined with some solar powering, your company again can “Keep its Lower Prices”. Much of these ideas will not interfere with the building being hooked-up to the electrical grid and the state of Pennsylvania also offers tax breaks for all “green” technology used. In some cases if the buildings production of electricity is more than adequate to support its operation then the state has a buy-back system in which they would pay you back for the extra electricity.

Then the benefits for your company to use these suggestions are enormous.

1. Walmart goes “green”. Sets the standard that all others have to live up to. (PR)
2. By using Solar power and earth Walmart saves money in operating expenses
3. The savings go back to consumers, and the company campaign for “Lower Prices”
4. Walmart also gets a tax break at the end of the year, good for Profits
5. Then Walmart makes money from the state by selling the saving back to the electric company

The new store opening excites us in the valley, and as a resident I was just thinking of the possibilities. Wondering why not Walmart, why not start the trends here, why not use technology that is very available and why not save even more for us, and the company. After all we are building more than just a store, it’s a partnership with the community.

Sincerely

Ithacan Stardust
Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!

Ode to the Diner

Give me a booth, with an ashtray, pour sugar container,

the lights dim and dreary, and gum under my table top;

Give me the place, where stools line the counter, an over the

road trucker reeks of two day stench, and talks of

hauling cattle over a narrow mountain pass;

Give me the room, where the grill cook wears a T-shirt,

scraping grease into a pan of bacon fat,

hot from a BLT just made minutes before;

I want my eggs runny, biscuits covered in a gray goo, that

sits in your stomach till the next afternoon,

I want all-you-can-eat spaghetti for a dollar ninety-nine,

at 3am., where the waitress works harder than an

assembly line worker only to get a 25 cent tip;

I want my coffee black, for 50 cents a cup, and free

refills, so I can have a cheap buzz to drive the next

1000 or so miles of open road;

this IS the America I love, where people can’t hide honesty,

work for a days’ pay, and struggle sleep each morning just to stay alive,

IT’S REAL.

Take away the veggie burgers, that replaced chicken fried

steak smothered in sausage gravy;

Take away Martha Stewart, and her mozzarella & basil sandwiches,

that take a 1/2 hour to simmer and fluff;

Take away tofu salads, Alfalfa sprouts with ultra light organic sesame oil,

that even rabbits have a hard time to swallow;

So, give me the not-so-clean floors, and a shaker of salt

that pours out faster than a river with white water;

So, give me the onion rings, with ketchup so thick, you need

to use a knife to get it out of the bottle;

So, give me a Diner; where the food is steaming hot, where I

can spend 5 dollars, and can leave a 30% tip from the change.

Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!

Tom Hanks and the Easter Bunny

Since moving to the land of horse, buggies, and coal there is no longer an amazement to the number of chickens running around freely on the road. I bring this up because one it is Easter, and to finally quash the age old question of the chicken or the egg. I present the cad bury Easter bunny. No other simple candy delight is more enjoyable then these chocolate eggs produced by a clucking rabbit. Just don't eat the small pellets.
More importantly, all of this is a matter of slow moving observation. As most experienced travelers become aware, Observation is a key necessity when exploring, and the best teacher is silence.
Tom Hanks starred in a movie where he is stranded on an island in the pacific ocean for about four years. When he returns he comes back a more settled, and quieter man. He watches the people around him and notices many of the subtleties everywhere around him. Prior to getting stranded he was like most adults running to meet work, and social deadlines. Always looking at a clock, and mostly missing the point. As he settles into life on the island he has plenty of time to reflect, test himself, and notice the world for which he is involved. It is his observations of nature that ultimately save him from the island. He noticed seasonal changes in the tides, and current patterns of the ocean. Yet it is the person who he becomes after this life changing event that is more important. All the things he learned about himself, how he handled adversity, and most of all in the end, the confidence he gains within himself. Knowing that whatever adventure he faces next he will experience through a new understanding, and the power of observation. When people take the time to look around, explore and discover new things, all manner of new opportunities unfold. The traveler within is then awakened.
When people are children a natural curiosity encompasses their lives to see what else is outside the crib, the next room, the yard, the neighborhood, and so forth. As we age for whatever reason people start to loose the will to learn, the need to know. When that occurs so does their sight of observation. People's senses quickly shut down the receptors in the brain that takes in new and fresh information. Life seems to speed up, and seems to pass by quickly. Most forms of meditation teach individuals that by quieting the mind, we stay more in the moment of our lives. This seems to slow everything in life down. This also jump starts the observation senses and stimulates the brain as if a new sensation is taking place. When each moment is seized then the individual is looking at the details of everything around more closely.
Why does the chicken cross the road? Because it can. Because its there. Natural curiosity says just get to the other side.
So what came first; well nature says the egg. An egg is nothing but a large single cell entity. A macro cosmic example of the simplest form of life. Spring is the rebirth part of the seasonal cycle. That is why we celebrate Easter with eggs. Cluck, cluck, cluck! Next time out I will take my scooter, and then see what that brings.

Bumba dee Da,... Happy Trails!

The World according to a Coke and a Smile

Life in the Universe happens in an instant. One minute you are gigantic enormous bubble of gas, and then something belches and everything that was goes flying in every possible direction. Boom, then Burp! Ripples for billions of years.

I would have this dream of walking on a suspension bridge when it would start swaying. At some point I would wake up violently from this dream while falling off the bridge. The exact same dream went on for years. Until while living in the land of mice and swamps, I was given the opportunity to go bungee jumping.

My first experience of this "thrill" ride was filling out the disclaimer forms. It is a group of documents that state in the event of death the company that owns the bungee cords is not responsible. The event of DEATH. The next page will have said something to the effect that I am volunteering to do this thing. Next, there were three people with me going up in the caged platform hoisted by a Crane. It stretched to a height equal to a 15-story building. One person was strapping a large thick rubbery cord to my ankles. Everything that was attached to my legs were fastened by Velcro. The next person was operating the lift, and the third person spent their time looking directly into my eyes and speaking to me. She smiled and talked directly at me telling me that as we rise to the final height of the Crane, they were going to do a final check of the harness to my bungee cord. There was a sequence of events to follow. This girl then told me how I was going to turn and face the opening of the cage, place each hand on the sides of the opening and then we all would count down out loud; 3,2,1, BUNGEE! Then I was to jump off the caged platform. The very next moment as she was finishing the check of my cords, She turned me around and counted 3,2,1, Bungee! I stood confused for a second, staring straight ahead then realized my feet were not on the platform anymore. I was in mid-air… I looked down only to see the ground approaching at an alarming rate… I couldn't think or speak, there was no sound only the rush of air moving quickly past my ears… Something jerked and within a split second I was standing upright again, at that very moment I snapped back into my senses and I remember hearing myself say, I’m alive! Only then, in the next split second did I realize that I was bouncing again on this giant rubber band. Afterwards, I discovered that I had scared myself so badly that I was no longer afraid of falling or of heights. In one spectacular jump I had faced my biggest fear and I won. I remember that for the next 2 weeks after my first bungee jump I was King of the World! I became fearless and I felt as if I had conquered life itself. It was completely empowering on every level and mostly to the very nature of my soul. I was reborn. The nightmares ended after that, and I no longer live in that fear.

It was an instant. Humans make thousands of decisions each day. Most we feel are harmless yet, sometimes they have repercussions that last for the remainder of their lives. These ripples that extend beyond wonder and reason. Every once in a great while we get a chance to look back and wonder, "How did I get HERE!"

(cue in Talking heads music...'by letting the days go by, water holding me down...water flowing underground...')

In an instant every person makes a choice to smile or frown,... the sun is shining, and will go on for a million more years with out us. How can we begin this new season better than the last? Let's all of us buy one flower then give it to the first stranger we pass on the street and say nothing, but walk away. Give it to an unknown office person on a different floor. Leave it on an empty desk as the person is out to lunch, and tell no one. In that instant each of us could create a ripple that will last the rest of your day, and just maybe a little longer. This is all it takes to change a world, that and a carbonated beverage.

Bumba Dee Da,... Happy Trails!

The Spring Migration

It's here! It's here! It's here!

Spring has sprung. The spring equinox, the time to sow seeds, change the oil in lawnmowers, and pick-up all the sticks that the trees dropped in your yard. It's also time for most northern people to go insane. Then they migrate, like birds.
I was living in the land of mice and swamps, when one particular jaunt to the coast trapped me for 5 solar years. I was trying to be cool, blend in with the locals, by driving my vehicle on the sand. It got stuck, and it took me five years to get away. Sadly enough I went back several years later, but then I only got stuck for two years.
Anyhow, I got to watch a lot of habitual things that humans do that remain me how little they have evolved. Like the annual migrations.
For whatever reason millions of humans choose to live in the cold. It is a they are not happy unless they are suffering syndrome. I have had very friendly conversations with many homeless people over the years, and the ones the habit northern territories all migrate in the fall. The people with homes choose to do it in the spring. Only by that time their brains being completely out of sinc with natural biological rhythms causes the home owners to go completely batty!
When it turns spring the female of the species seemingly go into a frenzied mating cycle. They rush down to the warmer climates and take off all their clothing for a two week ritual of inhabitable debauchery. The northern males never have a chance against the local populations of male counter parts. For what ever reason they never realize when the females migrate south, and then by the time they figure it out they rush down also only, the local males have already satisfied the intense female urges to mate.
These sad encounters i have witnessed only conform to my conclusions of total weirdness. The females having had hibernated for so long in the cold that once the sunlight hits their bodies they take off their clothes for their entire time in the south. Day, night it doesn't matter. The males who usually never noticed the differences between men and women of the species are awe struck. Frenzied and fanatical to the point that only alcohol can treat their insanity. One time a group of young wolverines decided that the best way to attract young females had something to do with the water in the hotel pool. They rationalized that if they could soak up all the pool water then females would come to them. So they broke into the storage closets and started throwing toilet paper into the the pool. After 15,000 rolls of toilet paper all the pool water was soaked up. It only attracted the fire department. They stayed for about 20 minutes then left the hotel to clean up and add more water to the pool.
When other attempts fail to attract females, males will through mattresses outside hotel windows in hopes that a bed closer to the females will get them into it. When this fails they spend all their money paying parking fines from illegally parks cars, then go home.
What they don't know is the local males play music. During the day reggae music, by night it is a mixture of Latin salsa, and techno hip-hop. This gets the naked females into gyrating movements and that solves every body's concerns prior to the migration of the northern males. By then the females only respond to this form of courtship.
All this can be avoided if people were closer to the more natural counterparts. Most migratory animals know to migrate before it gets too cold.
Spring to me is about balance, and moderation. Equal amounts of sun, and moon, light and dark. A time to look for daffodils and planning the coming years garden. Going outside for longer strolls near the evening. Yet, then again, I don't go without listening to reggae music all winter long.

Bumba Dee DA,... Happy Trails!

The Light and the Lotus

In the land of greed and loss, I stumbled onto a place where rivers and mountains live in harmony. In this place is a monastery where Christianity and Buddhism co-exist, just as the mountains and rivers. Here I was reminded of the vision of a Chinese emperor during the Tang Dynasty.

In 635 C.E. a small band of Christian monks travel a trade route known as, the ‘silk road’, from Persia to the Imperial capital of China. Welcomed by the Emperor they lived and translated the manuscripts and teachings of their prophet Jesus. During this time in China known as the Golden age, hundreds of monasteries were built. During the time that followed both Persians and Chinese blended the philosophies of Buddhism, Taoism, and Christianity. In China, this form of Christianity focused more on the message of Jesus, which unlike in Rome became more of a church driven doctrine.

Sadly, as in Europe, the Chinese world fell into what history calls the dark ages. In as little as 60 or 70 years after the monks came to China the ‘Luminous Religion’, as it became to be known, was under persecution, as was Buddhism, and other new ideas. The entire world descended into darkness. Knowledge and learning became scarce commodities. In Europe the Church was the only constant in this world change. People became tribal. Cultural loyalty separated empires and countries. By 1050 C.E. Churches had all the power and knowledge of the world. The people had nothing, but their lives. The hierarchical system of power that was created still lingers today.

So why, all this nonsense, about history? It is because change is upon the human race again. The lessons of the past beg to be exposed, and another golden age can be revealed. Every faith has something to contribute and to offer towards, “World Unity”.

There is coming a time soon that World Unity will have to happen for the human species to survive on this planet. Something like for example, ‘climate change’ will force this species to examine our common human bonds. HOW each person worships, offers thanks, praise, and faith no longer matters. The only thing that DOES matter is that these things are offered to our higher power. This new, ‘World Unity’ and a common human bond will allow this current human terrestrial species to become a more aerial human species capable of traveling Galaxies.

The notion of single thought and motivated religion is nearing an end. An age of one World government, and a singular Spiritual philosophy is near. This new Spiritual philosophy will not be of religion, but one of ‘Enlightenment’.

“Imagine’… said the words of John Lennon.

Bumba dee da… Happy Trails!

Remembering the man from Atlantis

Everyday humans go about doing jobs, keeping busy, and seldom realize the person next to them. I mention this only to wonder if any body can truly appreciate the beings in our lives who act as prophets. Not movie star prophets, but beings that are so far past our abilities that they just blend without fanfare or egos.

We watch Chris Angel, and David Blaine we are amazed, but how will history be written later on when and if they decide to truly shine. Once people were confused and confounded by Nostradamus. Now we digest and read everything he ever did yet, realize how long it took historians before his works held meaning. The biggest prophets of modern civilization all took time before history gave them their place. Jesus was a radical outlaw during his life, and a disturber of Rome’s peaceful civilization.

Edgar Cayce was born March 18, 1877.

For forty-three years of his adult life, Edgar Cayce demonstrated the uncanny ability to put himself into some kind of self-induced sleep state by lying down on a couch, closing his eyes, and folding his hands over his stomach. This state of relaxation and meditation enabled him to place his mind in contact with all time and space. From this state he could respond to questions as diverse as "What are the secrets of the universe?" to "How can I remove a wart?" His responses to these questions came to be called "readings" and contain insights so valuable that even to this day individuals have found practical help for everything from maintaining a well-balanced diet and improving human relationships to overcoming life-threatening illnesses and experiencing a closer walk with God.

Historians and others are just beginning to crack the surface of everything he has done or predicted. He was a supreme traveler amongst mere pedestrians. Atlantis may be found this century, but he knew of it in the last century.

For example, more than eleven years before the Dead Sea Scrolls were found in 1947, Edgar Cayce provided a great deal of information on a Jewish sect called the Essences. Cayce claimed that in the Essence society men and women lived and worked together. Scholars, however, believed that the Essences were a monastic society composed exclusively of men. It was not until archaeological excavations occurred after Cayce’s death that his psychic information was verified.

A misconception about travelers and traveling is that not all places that can be visited must be visited using a physical means of movement.

One of the most frequently mentioned concepts in the Edgar Cayce material is that Spirit is the Life, Mind is the Builder, and the Physical is the Result. In other words, spirit is the source of all life. The mind focuses that energy into creative (positive) or destructive (negative) avenues of expression. The impact of our choices will eventually find expression in the physical, affecting us, and our relationships with one another.

(What you take into your hands, you take into your heart.)

My prediction for this particular prophet is similar to Nostradamus. Centuries from now on some foreign planet our future generations will read the works of this man with awe and amazement. Yet during his life he was unassuming, died without much money, and notoriety. When a preacher talks of humble service to things higher than oneself, remember this man. Spend just one moment today, look into the heavens and then think of one person in your life or lifetime who may be that hidden prophet in waiting.

For more on Edgar Cayce, see:
Association for Research & Enlightenment (A.R.E.)
215 67th Street, Virginia Beach, VA 23451

Bumba dee da,… Happy Trails!

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Who Was St. Patrick and why is he in Georgia ?

I was in the land of mice and swamps chillin' with a human named Keno. We were on our way to see a medicine man living in the backcountry with the alligator people. Part of the journey had to be done by canoe and large coolers filled with beverages. The stifling heat required us to constantly hydrate. The journey was never easy with not knowing if the medicine man was ever near his camp or out in the field harvesting. Sometime his harvesting for medicinal herbs could take weeks or even an entire moon tide to complete. Unlike the usual view of holy men he carried automatic weapons. As this particular trip proved they are necessary. Wild monkeys and large reptilian creatures of all sizes. As Keno and I made our way we did encounter a 14 foot alligator. Sitting in a 9 foot canoe was no comfort, but the beast was on shore and likely for us made no moves in any direction. We made this trip once a season.
The last time we had to flee from wild monkeys that sit in trees along the river. Sometime back in the 1940's while Hollywood was making Tarzan movies they imported monkeys to make everything more realistic. After the movies were done they just let them loose in the wild of the swamps. In that time hardly any humans live in this area. Now, cities encroach upon what is now a native and dangerous adaption to our country. When in this part of the rivers the monkeys become territorial and vocal. Like under educated frat boys the monkeys like to spit and fling their own feces at everything that passes by. One encounter is enough to by reminded of Darwin theories on evolution of the human species. There's not much difference between sub-humans and apes.
We are going to see the medicine man this season because Keno has to deliver a rare herb to Celtic priests in Savannah, Georgia, just before the Spring Equinox. As luck would have it only the medicine man's son was in camp, but Keno was able to get the herb and we left for Georgia.
Prior to the spring equinox there is the St. Patrick's festival and one of the most important seasonal times for Keno. Being of Celtic decent he has never tired of old traditions. In Savannah the festival lasts for several days and has been going on for over 184 years. Of all St. Patrick's day jubilees Savannah hands down is the best and most celebrated i have ever attended. In an area of two miles in the most haunted an oldest area of the city, over 250,00 people celebrate the life and death of Ireland's most revered characters.

St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of exaggerated storytelling. Imagine that coming from drunk Irishmen?

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I was leaving the land of big trees, and the places of illusionary trees driving into the unknowable and for myself uncharted territory. Only three or four moon tides before I had thought I had reached my pinnacle, only to find that there were many more riches to be seen and given. I did not know it, but I was going to a gathering, and the last pilgrim fire of the season that culminated in the dance of three nymphs in a gold mining town, and the town of lost souls.

I had just completed my 3-year initiation and was ready to adventure again into unknown space. When I first went into the unknown I was unaware, and just curious. Now I wanted to test the water and really let go of all apprehensions. One night an imp and I ventured for one last time in the forest and by morning I woke up at a secluded Buddhist temple near the Shasta Mountain. I asked for blessings and ventured southeast into red rocked canyons.

The land looked like Mars and was hot and hostile. The drive was barren for three days, then on a surprising turn I drove into a canyon retreat. Zion. It was a place where wild deer and other animals would share breakfast with you. They would talk in soft comforting tones, and would tell me the passes to hike. I would spend entire days finding berries and would fill my water container from small pools. There were cracks in tall mountain faces and near the bottom in the canyons’ spaces a creek would form and drift out the entrances. Sometimes though the cracks would just slowly drip into tiny pools. Water never tastes the same after drinking from a rock. I lost track of time. Others were there, but we all shared quietly in a natural sesshin. I, up until that point, had never felt more at peace. This was only the beginning of the experience. I reluctantly left and re-entered the vast of wastelands. Only to hit the border of the sand desert. It took five days to cross and the only signs of life that I encountered were three rattle snakes, and the recoiled sound of jets breaking through the barrier. I passed no other travelers. My few supplies ran out just as I reached the outer border.

I welcomed the vacant stares from strangers, and I didn’t care that I rambled uncontrolled while getting re-supplied. Un-intended silence is far different than when you force it upon yourself. When you are expecting unique visits and weird encounters, and they don’t happen your mind gets emptied. You strain to hear the Earth and she is only a whisper. There was no breeze, no cloud. I crossed an abyss, and landed onto only more inhospitable ground. Yet, the sagebrush and pinion trees I now was seeing looked full of life. Lizards and jackrabbits had new meaning. I heard an eagle cry out and teared up. I stopped two days later under the first tree I saw that was over 20 feet tall.

I sat in the shade remembering, only 2 moon tides earlier, trees were everywhere. Trees so big that 18-wheeled trucks would drive through a tunneled made through their base. I slept.

When I awoke the next morning, I found two travelers walking up the road I had camped on. One of the travelers was Jimmy the Hemp man. I knew Jimmy from the tree country. It had been almost 2 full solar years. He was heading up into the mountain and asked if I wanted to join them. (I’m reminded of a Jimmy Buffet song, ‘Changes in Latitudes, changes in Attitudes) I was glad to tag along. After climbing 11,000 feet up a narrow logging road we entered into a lush meadow filled with poplars and fall flowers. We passed two elk, and saw many other small creatures of all shapes and sizes. There was clearing of tall meadow grass and a short grassy driving road. Off to the west side of the clearing was a group of poplar trees perfect for camping sites. By that afternoon 30-40 more travelers set up separate camps with one central area laid for a group gathering. Everyone there was connected from one or more people. We all welcomed each other and shared bowls of food, drink, and in the evening danced for the coming full moon. I had reached the gathering of elders from Zion. All of us had our own special gifts. Many had known each other from other gatherings. Traveled long ago journeys, and in common a sense of what was, and for what was to come.

The canyons of Zion were my cleansing prior to the crossing of my abyss, and in celebration from my initiation into inner and outer knowledge my reward was to gather with the Elders. Every step of life is truly a spiritual one given the right frame of mind to notice. Every adventure can be framed into some form of path-working. It was at this gathering that the course of my life was laid before me for the next two solar years. I stayed up on the mountain as others left. One moon tide later I found myself in the town of lost souls, which was outside of a gold mining area and stream. I was getting ready to celebrate all hollows eve.

On Samhain, I went to two celebrations. One was outside with a fire, and the other was an indoor party held by a local coven. The first I attended was laced with drugs and three nymphs dressed in shear body suits dance into a frenzy for all who watched. The Sights and sounds reminded me of the program Anikan Skywalker was watching with then Chancellor Palpatine in one of the Star Wars movies. I left the party before the coven elders pounced on the three young girls.

Once outside and into the forest I felt relaxed. The stars and the outside fire brought out the right mix of festivity. Some people wore costumes, antlers and such; others wore nothing, most just gawked or drummed. It was social and I found Jimmy, who I hadn’t seen in two weeks. Hemp man by that time had lived on the road for over 9 years. He made Hemp jewelry, and other crafts. He was from the East, like me, and being out West gave us both something in common. We had met three years earlier at a logging rally. ‘Earth First’ type stuff, another general tree hugging event, one of those things when we try to convince ourselves, that we make a difference to the planet. Jimmy and I learned together, that the planet Earth does not need people to save it. True, it would like it if people could be more responsible and less harmful, but in the end it will take care of itself. We might not be around afterward, but the Earth is fully capable.

I would not see Jimmy for 6 moon tides later, and then never again. I hear reggae songs, of Babylon and Zion. I now know the difference. I settled down on a ranch on a Navaho reservation. That’s another story.

Bumba dee da,… Happy Trails!

Life, the universe, and everything else

"In the beginning the Universe was created, this has made a lot of people very angry and has widely been regarded as a bad move...,"


The universe is big, really, really, big... so big that stupid humans try to figure, what is it all about. Well, its been answered. Nobody accepts the answer but, let's add a little more to it.

The answer as we know is 42.

42 what?, people keep asking. They asked so much that some guy back in the 3rd century B.C. actually took the primitive, ape-like, terrestrial beings seriously enough to answer them. Hermes trice greatest then set down with his green emerald tablet and wrote hieroglyphic books for the humans to interpret, transcript and read.





(Hermes crash landed here on earth, and live up on a mountain with a few others. His green tablet was similar to the laptops we used today, only our screens have better graphics.)

Anyhow, he sat down and wrote these books.

4 books on astrology
10 books on Hieratic Law
10 books on sacred rites and observance (holidays)
2 books on music (Yes, he rocked like Bob Marley and Jammed like the Grateful Dead)
6 books on Medicine and anatomy
Other books he wrote were on writing, Cosmography, geography, mathematics and measures, magic, topography, alchemy, worship, and training for priest.
Basically he wrote 42 books in all. HMMM!

Yes, the meaning of life, the universe, and everything else was contained in 42 books which we burned in the library of Alexandria.


I do believe that most of the books were re-written and divided amongst the separate tribes of the world. They are also currently available via your local internet.



"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the universe is for and why it is here, it will be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable."
"There is another theory which states that this has already happened."

-Douglas Adams

bumba dee da,... Happy Trails!

Witches and the Vision Quest

A young witch, who was part of an all female group wanting to pick my brain for information, befriended me. There is the need for Knowledge, a key, and for some the necessity to know of all others out in the territories who may possess the knowledge. It is a reward for some of these groups to incorporate your distinctiveness to their particular group. Often it is done by force, like opening an acorn. If they are successful, they gain a tactical victory over the vanquished. Little do they realize that all knowledge is free to all who ask the proper questions and give to receive. Yet some will try and take without paying a duty, and it is stealing. There have been times when I was willing to allow certain people to walk through my soul. Little do those people realize that the glimpse they may get is nothing compared to whole. Even then it is a waste of energy because to the ones who would be able to utilize the knowledge, do not need to get it from others.

It is sometimes enjoyable to tease and to resist the tapping in on my frequency because the people try to do it open a channel to themselves and most often actually reveal so much more than what they try and gain by using the ethers. If they would ask in the normal manner they will learn much more than by trying to download my thoughts. One such time was when a novice tried to drug me with psycadelic mushrooms, by the end she only had a sever headache and became very frighten of the dark.

Another Passage into Misdirection

It is the age of information and so much of the things we hear are falsehoods and lies to misdirect everyone while hiding the truth. Usually hiding the truth means that there is either money being taken or someone is hiding a perversion of his or her own greed. Yet everywhere someone is claiming they are truthful or have found some ancient wisdom revealing the truth of life. I encounter one such group in the east. This coven introduced me to their secret manuscript and welcomed me into them for joining.

I am always the optimist and welcomed my new friends with opened arms, and more importantly I was very eager to hear and learn of their traditions. Based in ritual and the observance of the laws of nature I was profoundly changed and influence for some time until I read the book of law. It was written long ago by the high priestess of the order. So one they and I should admire and look up to for inspiration. In old age I could tell she was once a beauty, and carried the dignity for profound thought. I was honored that this group felt me worthy to reveal their secret onto me. I read in earnest but there were the glaring contradictions in their laws of influence, the laws of power and what I have learned from nature.

I hide my concerns from the others, but my doubt began to grow, and with doubt a person can no longer control the elements, or the emotions of ritual activity. I had to stop my training. The very instant I withdrew my training my synergy connection was severed and the others became suspicious of my activities. I told them I had to leave the compound for supplies, which was plausible enough for the moment but what would happen when I returned. I left that day and it was a two-day journey into town. Once there I found a church so that I could regroup my senses and turn my thoughts onto information I knew was true and unconnected to the group. It was as if a large blanket covered me from cold when I entered into the library of the temple. There I was reading children stories and a fable. It then occurred to me why I felt so uncomfortable back in the compound, and why all my energy was working against me, it was the book of laws. It was altered in its inscription. The High priestess changed certain aspects of the laws to cover-up the real truth so that the un-initiated could not follow unless they received personal training form her or her immediate disciples. The coven had been operating under false pretenses and even though it was well established, the book they followed was over 7 generations old. The knowledge they sought was filtered and they have been only been established for 30years.

I now had to tell someone so that they could correct the chapters, and rewrite the book. If they did so we could truly uncover certain mysteries and our training would continue. I left the church re-energized and started my journey back. It had been four days and their influence had whined, but then on the fifth day I released I might not be welcomed back. The things I rediscovered might be considered blasphemy; even in a coven there are rules and certain hierarchy that are not to be crossed. Especially from an outsider or a neophyte as I was label by them in my training. Little to their knowledge I was not new to training and in other circles I would have been considered a master. I personally never put much stock into the hierarchal levels of training because in the end we never stop learning, and we never stop training. In most groups there has to be an order and in most orders there are hierarchies.

My approach was never subtle, and I decided to talk with two of my roommates about my discoveries and the debate that ensued was heated, and the fallout sever. I picked a chapter in the book that involved the tarot and the elements. It had to do with the nature of Air/Fire, and Wands/Swords. In my experiences and in fables told of old there exists the ‘winds of change.’ Everywhere it is accepted that when the air is heavy or stale at some point in time wind will come and cleanse the area. In the heat of summer thunderstorms are preceded by wind prior to the cool effect of rain. Always in the tarot wands present a change of conditions. In the orient when wind passes through a rod or wand sound is created and wind then has the ability of sound and song. They then agreed that in nature these truths are accepted. I pointed to their book of laws that assigns wands to the forces of Fire. I looked at them this cannot be true. They looked stunned, but I continued. Their book of laws also states that Swords are the nature of Air. I then explained that without fire there couldn’t be swords. It was fire that brought the Sword into existence when raw ore was smelted and forged. Only fire can weld its nature. Swords in the tarot are a sign of strife and of violent disruptions, and again only fire can cause this strife. When a pot of water is put on top of an open flame it begins to move, and the water is disturb from its restful state. Now if the fire under the water is continued than it begins to boil which is strife and can cause the water to evaporate out of existence.

Gavin stood up in protest, the book of law is absolute, and cannot be wrong or changed. I will report you for your transgressions. He left the room. I turn to Gabrielle and asked her what she thought of my discoveries. She was saddened and almost in tears. It just can’t be. We have followed the book without question. It is the foundation for our beliefs. This will change everything. I told no, it doesn’t change anything other than that our analogy for thought are altered. We can continue the traditions and the rituals, but now we have a more precise understanding of how they work. She said no, that can’t be right. If the law is wrong then all of the rituals are wrong. If the rituals are wrong then the outcome is wrong. I countered that the outcome is only diluted from the misunderstanding in the use of force. Now that we have the knowledge, and correct understanding the ritual can be used but only the results will be much more powerful. The ignorant are not persecuted for being ignorant. They are coddled like a child would be until it grows up through learning. We are all ignorant in the eyes of the knowing, and then when we discover our shortcomings we are smiled upon as if finally we have arrived. Gabrielle stopped crying, though sad she started to comprehend that her beliefs are only adjusted not altered. We were both forced to leave the coven.

Again, I moved on looking for others who honored truth and learning like I do. I still feel optimistic that a light does shine in this darkness that is falling upon our earth. I do embrace the nature of this age we live in only the truth is getting harder to find.