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