Divine Address requested

Letter to my Angel,

I wonder about how I should react in certain situations and find my self looking backward to find an example or lesson that may give light to the present situation. My current situation is that I am injured and praying for healing and humbly accepting things that are coming to help me, for all things can be seen in that way with proper vision. So the fact that I have been in ill health over the last several months of body and experienced a taxing upon my mind; I find security now comes from acceptance to achieve and hold a state of peace. Living in the now is allowing the healing to come whether it is by hand or heart for it is my job to be as well as possible. I would think that cancer survivors, patients, or wounded soldiers would well understand what I just said. “To have unshakable faith is a powerful ally” in the holy way. I look back now after your last correspondence and think what does it mean and how should I take it?

   Several years ago I was doing a short four day sanction from my probation officer when I lived in Florence Oregon. In the Municipal center the internal cell structure is bleak and void of communication, recreation, and even a view outside. The only time of day is measured by the three meals or day and night which filter through clouded glass far above your head. Four days in this vacuum is like being in a segregation cell. On the way into this cell I stopped at the table and quickly grabbed two handfuls of books from this table where a short supply lay for those incarcerated who numbered a few at most. Out of the eight books I chose three of them left there mark upon me. Two of them were about prisons and the central characters existence within their struggle one was a young Catholic lady from Norway who traveled along a line up of prisons each one getting more and more destitute until finally landing at Auschwitz. In the beginning of her journey she was allowed guests home food and pleasantries far exceeding my situation and I listened with yearning of the lax conditions and could almost taste the sugar cookies she was eating all nestled with chair, quilt, and candle. I read on and soon found myself hasty in my ascertaining of her plight, and quickly gave in in mournful pose to her dilemma. She lived, barely. The next book had me engaging in a tour, of one day in the life of an eastern Siberian prison worker. Our “Man” in the tale spends all trick and favor to wriggle and wrangle situations often incurring insult and danger for his next step, while maintaining his work to the satisfaction of his overlords, and upon the end of the day he is a well fed person who has an extra potato and a scrap of bread. This story left me thankful for the TV dinners and the sandwiches that I survived off of on my four day holiday. The next book had its deepest impact for it spoke about a simple man of god and a community that I am invested in, and a part of. The book was the “Cross and the Switchblade”. In it David Wilkerson begins a campaign to help inner city youth with a couple of sandwiches, money for a hotel, and his car which he drives several hundred miles from a small one parish town in rural Pennsylvania to the Barrios and Ghettos of New York City. His charge is the gangs, the lost youth, the addicts and the girls lost in the shuffle. The book continues on involving him in a life long process of creating a place of merit and of gods love in the heart of suffering. As I read on I find his stories about last second financial hurdles and instant cash where he needed it dubious after it kept happening. I don’t like my leg pulled if I’m reading a story. I continue. I would like to say at this point, I have no idea of the fact I am reading a non-fiction book. I had one of those moments when you’re reading the back page giving extra information about the story and have a little epiphany followed by chills and my hair standing on end. The information told me this was a true story. I have had the opportunity and blessing to witness to several instances where a divine power has made its self apparent over the last eleven years and each one leaves me amazed and has profoundly changed me. I was released, yet the message and lesson never left me, from those four days, seven years ago. I now am not doubtful about the ability of blessings, praying for what is needed, or the hand of Gods or his saints in the community to give reprieve or help when needed. David Wilkerson was commemorated upon his death April 28, 2011 just a short time ago. I caught part of the show on television. Wilkerson’s Teenage Challenge and World Challenge are now in several of the largest urban areas around America and have been helping the lost and suffering children since he started the program. In that way of hope and faith that is represent in the David Wilkerson’s story; I know, I will find the ability to become healed.

Thor

Letter from the Grave prelude to Peace-UP Dragon

“Letter from the Grave”

End Game 

“Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The urge for freedom will eventually come” This is a quote from Martin Luther King Junior’s “Letter from the Birmingham Jail”; his words were like thunder across a stormy sky daring our humanity not to listen. The legacy he left, a reminder to the community, too always do what is just no-matter how off the society and his idea conflicted at the time. The booming references to the solidarity in an oppressed people who are in the action phase of their non-violent issue pushes forth a raw ethos in Dr. King’s letter.  The struggle he is in the midst of is one that has become rife for change, and one of which he has become the chosen leader thereof. Dr. King’s investment and loyalty in his work was reflected in the steadfastness of his spirituality and compassion for his fellow man. Ending in his death; I bet you he was smiling and cursing.  I too have aspired to be a voice for those in our community, my brothers and sisters who have kept silent during their time, a message from beyond the  grave for some, the telling of their suffering in a chaotic world labeled, pursued, attacked, and buried everyday. In this country which would not have them, for they had lived off the grid fending off the inevitable run in with the Authority while keeping enough motivation to find serenity and satisfaction on a day to day basis.   I do not liken or compare my self to Dr. King for his shadow far diminishes any that I have created. I will say the voice of those people being oppressed is still there, that the need for justice is still a noble goal, and that the oppressed will eventually cry out for freedom. I have just been making that cry heard. Let the truth out. The game is full of pain, pleasure, suffering and, cycling or ending with rebirths or deaths. The numbers tell the real story. Remember each one is a life, a life that is going on or passed. I think of all the years I have seen in this war, all the lives that have been forever changed by the infiltration and introduction of crack cocaine and symbiotically the drug war in 1984’. A generation has passed with no end in sight for the epidemic or  the oppression of all who exist, have ventured into, or speak openly about. I shake off these chains of self doubt that betray my fear and embrace a change that inevitably will come about. Once again good men have stood by to long while the wicked have bared the way for a peaceful end to this conflict on our streets so we can begin to heal those who are struggling and suffering with their disease. America communities can rebuild, refocus, and enjoy dinner around the corner and just down the street from the “Promised Land”.

He opens his letter which is addressed to a select audience, an audience whom which he considers his equals of for they are all men of god, and pillars in their community. Firstly, he lets his audience know why he is in jail; furthermore, why he is in Birmingham. The answer he gives is simple, injustice. At one point he gives the four social steps to creating a non-violent movement. 1. The injustice must be present. 2. The need for or attempts at negotiation must be made. 3. The purification of those who will take part in the final step. 4. Action.   He continues to give responses to the allegations of being an extremist by relating his actions to extremists of the past such as Jesus and Paul, who he feels to be in fine company with. A special dissertation which takes several paragraphs’ is then relayed to his readers; it is about the churches doctrine and teachings which call for speaking out against suffering and its removal wherever it exists. He furthermore calls them to action as good men; for, he says it is their duty as men of god. Dr. King speaks of the brutalities suffered by those with him in vivid fashion dispelling any falsities’ portrayed by the media and puts the truth front and center. His call for action was evident in his own stance and of those who suffered and toiled by his side. The letter many pages long says over and over there is need for change and supports this fact with all forms of argument logos,  pathos, and ethos each driving home his intent repeatedly like a great sledge hammer.

Again I am not Dr. King. The story I tell and the voice of those who live in the world I give insight to are real. The oppression of our fellow American in the counter culture or any one associated with the Drug world and as well the squandering of the massive amount of funds used to fight this war is a on going blight on the American people. Peace-UP has graduated from just a message to a movement. Dragon is a call for the purification of self. For ten years I have been an ardent voice and an active player in the message and movement of Peace-UP. My action is my personal evolution, my tribute, my song to the American people.

I give you Peace-UP VI Dragon, may Dr. King’s letter from Birmingham Jail be resurrected to serve as a seed sprouted of his words.

I have waited a year. Results take time to measure. The results are well defined and prominently give heed to new strengths. The aspect of addressing the mind while using…? I will tell you later when I have spent some time in my recovery mind, clean.

Peace-Up “Thor”  

I dedicate this writing to all those who have suffered in their pains, prisons, and disease over the last 25 years. Most of all this is for those who died in this world may we as a community remember their sacrifice, AND

      Do something different

                                    For different results.

                                                          Reconciliation.

I am about four in “Dragon Years” now. The changes I have under gone and the speed that I accomplished them has been amazing to me at times. I have newer and more detrimental fields where my battles are now being fought. I have a grand amount of faith at this point. I wish I could just reach out and share it, yet at least I will give a picture through my eyes of what battles are won for me on this final battle field. I know I am in a fight for my life. In a way I have already won.

Present day THOR

Peace-UP Family V

I had written Peace-UP Thunder during the Summer of 2006. The writing was I felt the end of the work I was doing. I was entering into Lane Community College full time during the Fall term and wanted to be able to concentrate completely on my Career. I came to visit my sister Kelly who was my next door neighbor when I lived a 488 Blair. I was still baned from the property, so I had to meet her outside. She came at me arm extended with a medicine pouch hanging from her hand. She looked into my eyes with a strength of one who has a very important message and said, "The Kalamath Tribe say they want you to write Peace-UP Family." as she said this she handed me the medicine bag. I reached out to take it, and she added a line to her message as my hand touched the bag, "They said let no harm come to you" This was the first time any group had ever asked me to write a concept down. I took great honor in doing so. Every time I get the idea for a new writing it takes time for me to complete it. I must go through some form of experience and then gather what I have seen and formulate what I wish to say. I really think that the Elders in Kallamath Tribe expected me to write was Peace-UP VII Generations which is my next writing yet I still followed the path that was place in front of me. I had to see some more, feel some more, and experience something that I had not yet reached. Total addiction.
I give you Peace-UP Family V. 2007

PEACE-UP V

Family

Genesis

No place to run

No place to hide

Angels ride.

Fighting to laugh

Gangster path

Straight up

Hometown wrath

     Hustling just doesn’t pay the bills, time to put business into operation. “In order to remember, in hopes to retain, a moment spent staring, standing close, as quiet as the air hanging, only to move. It matters to slow, to stand still and take in the small things. There is a place within place and I want to understand nature; the space, the growth, the layers, and the natural way of expanse” This is a quote I found in the book I grabbed off of Nicole’s collection while at the free spot in the Whitaker neighborhood after we had left the chaos at the President Apartments one morning. “Thanks, love you.”  The book, “The Tao of Physics” was the template for the first pages of, “Peace-UP Family”; it continued on in a, “Winnie the Pooh” book that had a push button recording. It would say in Pooh’s voice “Boy! Am I glad to see you”; this would make Lynn jump out of her skin every time I pressed the button. It is time for this nation and all the, “Families” and “Clubs” to see the truth and join in solidarity for the future and the stake of our children.

     The dictionary defines family as follows; people living together, a group of people living together and functioning as a single household, usually consisting of parents, their children, and close relatives. Blood is thicker than water, law is lighter than flesh, and love is stronger than hate when fueled by passion and truth. I will do for my children at the cost of all or none, so to say I honor my mother and father by being the soldier and guardian of all our siblings is a reflection of my honor. Americas’ ability to become the world leader was always driven by the “Manifest Consumer”. The taking of a raw piece of land and, creating the richest and most powerful nation in the world is a direct response to capitalism and the, “Manifest Consumer”. The underground or outlaw factions required the highest alpha rating of the Manifest Consumer to maintain solidarity, growth, secrecy, and most of all implement plans for the future while a war was being waged against them. I will now give an inside look to the many truths that have been hidden and express a lifestyle not understood.

“Lost Girls and The Guardian”

     The Hells Angels call me the, “Guardian of Thirteen” I am the one who takes care of the, “Lost Girls” and finds those whose souls are on the edge or lost. The title of, “Guardian” is for one who goes above and beyond to ensure the welfare of the one he cares for, often above and beyond his own welfare. He is protector by invisible means or with lightning strike proficiency checkmating all opponents with strategic maneuvering. His physical peril and that of the girl in question leads to an alertness that is likened to a military state of mind. At the same time his energies are focused on directing the lady through such events safely and allowing her to see enough so the experience becomes one of growth. I took up this yoke as a penance and redemption for my actions against my own soul and that of a woman named DeLoyce who I was to marry. I was a weak and abusive man and had lost my own way for my sins against my own soul, which was shared with my lover. The penance to alleviate the weight burdened upon my soul maybe directly proportionate to the internal, “Conscience”. Using the conscience as a guide the positive force growing within may gather speed and become a lasting tribute; totally cleansing the soul and providing a template for a bright future. Lau Tzu states, “Those who are loved greatly gain strength. Those who love greatly gather courage.” I grew in strength and courage pledging my self to help other girls in need; only in doing this could I regain my honor. I have faith that some day one of the scores of women I have helped will give the message to DeLoyce that I have given to them. The story I tell is not just of my own life experiences, but also one I give those Lost Girls who I see in defeat and in complete misery. It is a story of love and redemption, what I would say, I will tell you later when you better know these ladies. A Lost Girl is often a top hustler in the game who is adept at finding and working situations to their advantages; be it for money, drugs, sex, or power plays, pitting foes against each other. They most often come from broken homes, are addicts, and have experienced some form of abuse, sexual or violent. The man who finds these girls in trouble must put aside pride and accusations of conduct towards her and must focus on being there and expressing unconditional love. Since all of these girls come from abusive or broken homes they most likely have not experienced this love that a parent or a or a life partner will provide. They are the most beautiful and longed after women by men. They have a light and energy that is almost tangible. Many of them feel that they have gone too far and have given up on the happiness and joy most people achieve. They are on the brink of real danger physically and spiritually. They readily do harm to them selves by cutting, addiction, burning hot showers, or allowing them selves to be a tool in acts of violence or sex. To do this they must mentally and emotionally break from themselves, so as to do which, for most of us, would be the unthinkable. I spent seven years in the game on a spirit walk; learning the ways of the underground, homeless and attending to the Lost Girls wherever I found them. I even went with no money for a while; during this time I became very close to the ladies, for I had no money or drugs just wisdom, love, and unseen power. I often became their only true friend, for I would give them advice based on what was best for them not my benefits or others. In turn they would be able to open up to me showing me the little girl inside of them that they show only to one, or divest their fears and dreams in me knowing these things would not be used against them, When I became close enough to them or felt the spirit move me to speak one; this is the story I tell. I look into their eyes past the tears and pain getting their full attention and begin. “There were three women at the base of Jesus’s cross when he died. Three very special and beloved women; they are Mary, the mother of James an apostle, Mary the Holy Virgin, mother of Jesus, and Mary Magdalene, a whore who had seven demons cast out of her. Three days later when Jesus rose from the dead. It was Mary Magdalene who the Angel spoke to announcing the miracle, and it was Mary Magdalene Jesus first spoke to on the road. She was the first to receive the gift of salvation.”  If you are one of these ladies reading this all you have to do is ask for your soul back. I have seen it many times and that is a blessing for, I would have given my life to have seen it just one time. Lost Girls, “LADIES” I got your back and so does Jesus.

“SPRINGFIELD, OR”

     There are three factions that ran the underground in Springfield, but soon the sale of recipes came to fruition. Several people were killed, one I knew and used to come to me to speak and gather wisdom.  The result of these actions was a break in the rules that had kept the seed of the, “Meth Epidemic” from being born. It is now in full tilt across this country unchecked; furthermore,  many roads lead back to here. The summer of 2000 was a turbulent time those who were her and in the know will remember who came with instructions to set their house right.  Springfield is now a town in dire straights as I write this in 2007. There is no form of strong community but many small factions all fighting for power and destroying the basic principles that give a community it’s cohesiveness, which are respect of you neighborhood, daily pleasantries, welfare for the common good, and freedom from molestation. It has become a battle ground with the children, elderly, neighborhoods’, businesses, and even it’s future growth taking on collateral damage. Family dysfunction is rampant and unchecked. No one is being there to referee this problems and, by the time the police or state agencies get involved it is to late for those involved. They must pay the greatest price, dissolution of their family. The ironic point is this; things are so bad that the people in Springfield will accept any solution that will put an end to the disruption of their community. Now I come back to the FS and the Familia; these are your people, your families. your hearts, your homes, your community, and  at this point your honor at stake. I have a deep respect for the MC and the Familia so I put this great challenge to you. Fix it! Begin by becoming the beacons and mentors of the community allowing others to learn from your wisdom, honor, and family values. BE first on the seen in disputes to referee, teach, and implement solutions; you have a greater pulse on the heart beat and actions within your neighborhoods than the police do. The Familia’s Hispanic origin gives lead to a strong family structure and respect that could be reflected in the community.  I have just come to give the message of truth; you will change the, “Valley of Death” to the Valley of LIGHT, LUCK, LOVE, and LIFE fulfilling the name of the, “Rainbow Valley”

“Tweek House”

     I have found passion, suffering, confusion, truth in silence, and life in music. Boy, these people are brave, and the base love that keeps them together is not of necessity in material things and pleasures, but of the present solidarity of a people who are in a civil imposed segregation camp, for their daily routine is of test, trails, and fortune. I came here without them truly knowing who I was, and in the ploy of a player. I was led by Tania who was gifted with a financial premonition of what is to come. Here I found; one man, who I suppose does his best to be giving, though his tongue gets overly twisted, with friends and a special relationship with the girls who live and pass, though that allows him to be the corner stone of communication. The ladies I must say “Oh, how much strength, Oh, how much strength, fortitude, cunning, and predatory instinct that is tempered with all the best that femininity provides.” The hustle and flow of the game has accelerated in all avenues. There are twists and turns; make head way or gather an objective with diligence, while in the midst of the daily chaos, for chaos influxes upon itself keeping all participants full of doubt, robbing them of faith and stability. In this place a family unit has been created with no blood ties. It is a non-compassionate liaison where one is fully expecting to find your friend, lover, or confident has strayed. The flesh is weak and easily sated with pleasures; the commanding of these pleasures leads to abandon, or desperation; love truly plays no part except as a passing fancy. The worst thing in the world is to be withheld affection. Why is love the one commodity we put the highest price on and are so will to give the very least? This house with it’s function, preserves the notion that love even in the most adverse conditions can out weigh suffering, and the hopes that a change can be motivated, coaxed, and brought to fruition while not draining the communities resources or piece of mind is evident. Their allegiance to outsiders is based on drugs, power, prestige, sex, or money. They may wish to convey more, for I do not blame them for being bad people or weak. The game rules their lives; consequently, their control is very limited to what is right in front of them, and how much the cops using fear, delegate or ignore.     

“Whitaker Neighborhood”

“The Hood”

     The cultures of rebels, whom for the most part are outlaws, are focused around which drug world they inhibit and where they get them. Since this area sports all the illegal drugs and prostitution most players don’t make it out of the “Hood”; no need to. The “Tweekers” are the most prominent and resourceful. The leading group or core is based around the girls and male figures that posses “Alpha” male attributes. Though their numbers are not that large; they only can be truly living and sharing by small groups; which are plagued and torn by doubt, lies, and drama. Since most of these fringe personas are derived from broken homes; the truth of family is lost on them. I used to ask Jacob, a six year old boy, whom had adopted me as his Dad “What does “Ohana” mean? He would reply, “Ohana means family; nobody gets left behind.” I spent a lot of time patching up problems in the under ground community. I give what most of them don’t get honest hard hitting truth from the heart. If you’re going to be in the game be in control enough to make a name for yourself. This comes from dues from the street or in lock down; it derives from a respect earned by maintaining loyalties, rules of conduct, and the term being “Solid”.

     Imagine the Whitaker area of ten years ago….to now. Then the days of Ickies Tea House, “Hippies” were every where; no one was out in cold; no one went hungry. Weed was more street prevalent than dope. No-one ran when the cops came and being homeless was livable. The Socio-Community of the Rainbow family, whom still is the largest faction in Eugene, maintained Whitaker like their own which it was. Things sure changed. All the Hippies got jobs, went to school, bought homes, and went behind doors. They are still there though I must say they’ve changed society will do that to you. As a general the outlaws or anyone connected with Meth or Heroin are shunned and treated like they were during the 70’s and 80’s. Their family structure is missed on the streets of Eugene. I sure would like to see them, “Back were they once belonged”.

     The teen outreach is located in The Whitaker neighborhood as well. At night when the agency shuts down the kids have to fend for them selves especially if they can’t go home due to abuse violent or sexual. Some of them are just traveling; the Eugene area is a good pit stop for refueling. Adolescents often don’t know what to think of me. They hate missing their parents, whether they admit it or not, and often this hate extends to anyone that involves themselves with their parents if drugs are involved. I don’t fit any model in children or adolescents’ eyes. They seem to know right where you belong, and I find this hard to argue with. I find being real with them is the best way to communicate with children and with adolescents it’s the only way!

     There are many people in the “Hood” who live off of SSI, disability, or V.A. pensions; they range from well adjusted persons to those on medication battling mental illnesses or P.T.S.D. They are often mistreated or misrepresented. These people need the community to watch over them for they are often pray for the game. Often the “Families” or “Clubs” take special interest in these people especially if their veterans and keep them from harm. These people that the state have labeled as mentally ill are truly gifted persons. Properly directed and used as a commodity their contributions to the greater whole would be monumental.

    

“Florence and other Small Towns”

     Small town U.S.A. has a battle for the basic family unit going on, and the children and adolescents’ are the ones who pay the most. In larger towns and cities where money from the community is more prevalent more activities are available for the youth to join even if they come from impoverish homesteads. In a small town like Florence, Oregon such is not the case; furthermore, most of the families in this town live just above the poverty rate. This town which lies on the Oregon Coast is also a tourist town and many of the families workers only work for six months out of the year and collect unemployment the rest of the time. The youth of this town have little choice in activities especially during the summer. Their choices whittle down to games with local children, or rebellious activities which lead to underage drinking, sexual activity, and eventually drugs. I spent the night in the abandoned middle school in Florence awaiting court the next day when an idea dawned on me. I began imagining the place as a youth outreach center for all the children of Florence and surrounding coastal towns. Each class room would be filled with instructors for the type of arts, crafts, computer technology, music, acting, and such. If you asked a child you’d get more idea answers. Outside animals of all sorts would be housed right next to the farm section where you would find a garden being tended by children who were being taught how to grow the many different crops planted by their own hands. Most of all in this day dream, everything was paid for by donations from the “Clubs”, “Families”, or other outside contributions: from the art supplies to the musical instruments, from the rent to the lights and power, from the chickens to the horses. All a kid had to do is show up. I bet you could get a whole community and more to put forth an effort to donate time, funds, and services on such a noble venture. Years ago I had the idea of creating a recreation department at Miller Park for the children in reminiscence of my home town Takoma Park, Maryland where I was a coach of a junior league Disc Golf team. If I was 8 – 15 years old and had a choice; I would go to the Activity Center instead of getting involved with rebellious illegal stuff. Well at least that’s what all the kids I asked said. I am a very poor man yet, I have a lawsuit against Lane County Jail and other involved in the amount of 125,000. I don’t expect the settlement to be that much but I will donate 20% of my settlement to this cause. I keep my promises. I ask my own “Club” and the other “Clubs” and “Families” to do the same. I bet if we make a stand on this issue others will follow.

“How Do We Affect a Change?”

     So far out from tomorrow is yesterday. The investment of time, good times and bad will lend it self to the growth of solidarity. No individual’s life or group can really tell the whole tale, of hardships, high points, and experiences. What I can say is the, “School of Hard Knocks” if survived, will place the graduate above the common man’s ingenuity and entrepreneurial abilities; furthermore, the struggle to be a leader or a loner will be honed to a razors edge. I consistently strive for an easy answer to the re-creation of the Socio-Communities; beyond the entire community coming forth; I still feel the awakening will be slow. I have laid the ground work and path home, for all those wanting a better life. The ending of the,”War on Drugs” empire, will insure the healing of the family unit. The rise of the family unit will grow and survive sharing what one used to own; content with the security of survival, and their passions sated by the removal of the yoke of fear, shame, and seclusion.      

“PEACE-UP” Family

THOR

Peace-UP H2O

Peace-UP H2O

            This was written in the summer of 2005. The arena it was written in is most interesting; I will give you parts of that arena, yet I withhold others for I shall talk about them in my book. I will say this; I was on the side of the Willamette River and in a full blow methamphetamine psychotic break after experiencing a PTSD attack fostered by police surveillance. The fact that this writing came to me at that time was a way of rising above the tumult and controlling behavior that had so gripped me. I had a book that I had gotten from the Eugene Mission for witting notes in. I never looked at the cover or had read any of it, so the fact that the title of the book of the book is “Where Roots Grow Deep” is quite astounding in contrast to the analogy I have created within my essay. Even more so is the way each idea came to me and then placed in this book. For instance each idea came one by one not in a steady flow, and as each new concept came I opened the book and wrote it down, not with a regular pen but with a large Sharpie felt tip marker. The book now which I still own holds the results of almost a divine channeling. If opened and a page is picked to view one of these thoughts the story of the book echoes the words in my essay. Case and point when I make my statement to the legislative, judicial, and the people the corresponding chapter of the book is Endurance. I will say not many people have seen this writing for I typed it on an old fashioned type writer. I still have part of the original first page. I start by speaking of the Hispanic community because most of my writings concern the reestablishment of a community that was broken down by the drug war. I gave them a hurrah due to seeing them returning to the park as a strong community inviting others to join them and making a place for them selves to gather and share ideas, fun, and even their culture. I now present to you Peace-UP H2O as it was written. I just remembered I typed this from the template of the book while I was tripping on mushrooms.

            I am very proud of the Hispanic community and its internal and steadfast strength. All Americans of all back rounds could learn a great deal from watching and emulating their family and community values. Family means more than mom, dad, sister, brother; that is only a small branch of the limb. A tree grown from seed; more than one generation thirty years to seed and twice that for maturity, and four times that for strength and wisdom. The Hispanic world countries have kept their family tree strong without missing a stride in its care, nurturing, and pruning. So diligent has been their vigil; sickness, bad weather, and drought have not damaged it severely. Today their community is first to the park. A social community or socio-community is a concept, a living being of a community that shares their lives good and bad. I liken it in comparison to bark covering the tree of our families. Thick bark, safe tree, leading to strong roots which will insure good fruit for the season in this case the generation. They stay united with a deep sense of family values often corner stoned in a spiritual base. This combination provides for a consistency of natural growth which harvests good fruit for their own race. The Hispanic socio-community consequently is able to thrive while living in positive harmony with the fast paced, insensitive, and stressful American culture. I wish more Hispanic Americans would speak and use English with more proficiency. I say this because their beacon which is so bright is also silent. I implore the, “Familia” to turn up the sound so we all may hear your trees great music.

So white America, did you hear that?

“White America” I never though I would get an honest opportunity to say, “Your out of line”. WWII was the template for what is know as the “Greatest generation”. They fought and died for what we threw away; the American family and consequently our strength, understanding, wisdom, our greatness. Americans fought and died for our tree, our allies’ tree, in short the world’s diverse trees. They came from the depression. No jobs, no money, often homeless and starving, a state of poverty had reigned ten years before. Poverty is saying your tree needs help often in the form of big changes. Now and looking back, we see, we got greedy and complacent. We now pay the toll from one generation to the next in blood and tears for over a quarter century. We as individuals and as Americans must return to our roots, the family, and further more to our socio-community. A great and noble tree is born of good earth, warm sunshine, and a clean water environment. We are blessed with fertile land which if cultivated will yield good fruit.  Weak trees only harvest fruit sparingly often of low quality. The limbs are small and unable to maintain a proper yield. Too long now we have had our tree in overdrive. The immediate results were big juicy fruit and plenty of it for “White America”. If one thing is for certain if you want it faster, stronger, for less or a whole lot more, American ingenuity can fill the bill. We pushed our land, our selves, and our trees ability without following the basics which made us great till today. The taking too much for one and not leaving enough for all is eroding the vital soil leaving our roots exposed to disease. The American tree is in jeopardy. In other words, “White America”, slow down. Good things take time and effort. We need the family strength back; our socio-communities need nurturing our bark must grow thick, and our soil given proper nutrients. Truth, love, and patient frugal living will get us there. You may not always get what you want, but all will get what they need. Heavy pruning is in order.

If you are not, “White America” you are the reason and the cure, with lots of honor, and truth; be real.

We need some old school hippie, flower child love, mixed with some soul brother get down, biker raging, red neck paging fun…Peace-UP!

Police, judges, and legislative, the “The People” if there are people partying having constructive fun, LET THEM! It’s better than them using violent or destructive behavior and self abuse. Wouldn’t that be okay if everyone got home safe, secure, and happy?

The Afro-American has a spirit which is felt in and manifested in all they allow their passion in life to move them. Brothers and sisters, I want to hear your soul. I want it felt like passion and pain. It time for you to rise above the past. Enjoy your time to shine, you know how.

Passion and soul

Rock and Roll

Hip hop and Motown till you die

Singing Jazz and Blues at the sky

Peace-UP is a concept that speaks of peace, unity, and a return to lost values that assure the end of the lie which separates our races, our families, our homes. The return of honor, pride, common sense, and increased freedom will pave the way for tomorrow. We as a people can not live and flourish in a community were we are torn by terror or war which is directed at part or all of the American people. The seed has been planted, the American tree will flourish or continue to die it’s up to you. One voice singing is loud when it’s the only song in the night.

Brothers in honor; the battle is met. It is time to change the game. I told you what the key to ending the war and turmoil in our communities. The door is the incorporation of the key. Expand and specialize, sweeping your communities and utilizing the abundant stocks of capital. Saturation will divert stigma. One people, One love, One heart.

THOR