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