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BOB MARLEY THREE LITTLE BIRDS

My seat was waiting for me, front of the T.V tonight we were watching Elf. It was 2004 and it was a week before Christmas. I was up front, well me a few guys were running Camp by then, 81 had rolled thunder, and as THOR out of respect the brothers always had a seat for me waiting. The movie came on and we were all laughing when you were supposed to and having a good time of it. Movies always at 8 were cool after long days in the brush of Oregon working in rain, muck mud, working to clear forest area's to stop forest fires, fire roads stream habitat, national parks, local parks, we got the job done. Forest Work Crew day after day 6 days a week the trucks pulled out and we worked, and a good movie at the end was a great way to unwind, stay cool. It was near the end of the movie, when the little girl started singing, "You better watch out." I chimed my voice up letting it roll powerfully into the room in time with the music a Christmas classic "You better watch out" Another voice joined in taking the next line. "Better not cry!" a bunch of tough guys.. "Better not pout" chimed in from another corner of the big dark room. Then a few voices with mine took the next line, "I'm telling you why." It is one thing when just a voice or a few sings along, but then something happened. Every single man in that room sang the next line.. "SANTA CLAUSE IS COMING TO TOWN!" We all keep singing louder and louder, other men came in the room, blue clad, with lettering, all began singing lining the walls watching at first with funny looks then catching the bug joined in. Finally a few Sheriffs on duty at The Lane County Forest Work Camp walked in in wonder and amazement as 50 Inmates in JAIL sang a children's Christmas Carol at the top of our voices, smiles, leaning and swaying with the music, Santa Clause IS COMING TO TOWN.... Christmas in Jail.

I would do my last day of work Friday at the Forest Work Camp. It was a time to be able to pick an Album and the lady Sheriff (Ps,, She is a very Shall we say "Handsome Officer"  (I have a lot of respect for the Sheriffs Dept. and this officer and others and the camp.) {zzzzz s BAMB! boyz cool.}  "Officer' XXX on Crew "Did you just call me THOR?" as I smiled. I won't say nothing nodding to Guys, We worked sweated together, the steam engine would be going, groups, the community, church's, and the Christmas party everybody was there, Sister Margaret, bunch big , staff with strips, Sgts, Joe, a group of Christians. I went hone the Day after Christmas. I went home with great dignity. I went in the jail getting maximum from and angry Judge and had said to my Lawyer for I saw what was happening. A man knows when due process is a whim and he is done.  "It is a far, far, better thing I do now than I have ever done." He being an educated man looked at me and said, "What did you say?" with a look of total surprise. I turned to my girl and said, "This time does not belong to them this is our moment," she needed me more than ever right then. I pulled two rings out of my pocket and right there got down best I could not interrupting court.

"Will you Marry me?" ""Yes" exploded from her. A elderly couple seated behind her looked on and a short gasp of compassion let loose rom the woman as she grabbed her husband hand. They had done something wrong; I could feel no matter, forgiven before done.

She asked for a huge before I was taken away.

She was waiting for me, when I got out. She and a new friend with her now. God.

THOR.

#PeaceUPExodus in Digital

#selmamovie   "My Father Eyes" the  #Selma50    #SELMA   #MarchON   #BlackLives     #blacklivesmatter   #PeaceUP   #PeaceOnStreets   #mlkday2015   #everyone   #whitelivesmatter   #americanlivesmatter   #policebrutality   #Police   #peace   #PeaceUPEXODUSVIII  I have seen, and in 50 year where will be todays "Selma" the community must change the neighborhoods must come back, not just the drug war in my paper work the base neighborhood must come back, I started asking questions, I know who is dead already by now the (10+ year WAR" and "Drug War) have created so much violence that the suicide among soldiers, police, and activists all with PTSD. Time to make "Peace" alive. #ihaveadream   #martinlutherkingjr   #obamaadministration  Please I'm asking, Prayer all names of Jesus and God, In all faiths as they know god. "For too long good men stood by."  Please let as look at the human. it is possible and it is also possible to come back from the brink. (The movie had the POLICE ATTHE END OF THE BRIDGE, MY FATHER WON A JOUNALSIM AWARD as a Marcher and then took picture. I saw the cover. I never forget things important. They were feet apart, they were feet apart when the police moved NOT At the bridge end. at some point my fathers picture framed since that day and all the letters, he has the whole magazine but is stingy,, love him. Great man.. Ps He is white, went to march not be a journalist  proves how important that moment was to the new nation that is being born right now, SNCC, FREEDOM Riders close we came, and then something happened. Faith, truth and Ethos came together. We are all Americans and we are losing the best stars, men of honor, the Violence of and era must stop.

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Kids, Catch the Biggest Snapping Turtles, Snap Easy!

 

This morning was exciting because I was going back to the pond and the raft we had been working on all of three days was almost done. We had just used junk we found around the pond to build the raft, and had lashed it together, so I finished off my egg, bacon, and toast had a few words with Grandma after washing up, and was in a hurry to be on my way. I had found the pond on my 2^nd day in the neighborhood. It was down a street or two at the end of a road by the train tracks. I was loaded with frogs, minnows, a few sucker fish and a occasional perch, sunfish a rumored bass or such, and it had turtles sunny themselves on logs, all kinds of turtles, and snapping turtles, swim with you’re a shoes on don’t touch turtles, and the biggest sunned themselves all day on a log near the center of the pond. The pond was maybe the size of a football field scrunched funny. It had its main area and lots of little swampy inlets and a few muddy beaches. I met Paul on my second day of vacation when I found the pond. He had called over at me while I was using the refuse around the pond to gain head over the water teetering and balancing along rocks and logs. We became instant friends, because he needed my help to catch “The biggest snapping turtle in the lake.” adding “Way out there”; he pointed, on that log. I covered my eyes and spy the log that lay near the unapproachable side of the pond where only tall reeds, cat tails, and grass lay, just below the train tracks.  

 

“Out there” I asked lifting my arm and pointing, with the most dubious of looks on my face.

 

“Yeah” He replied “You see they way you catch a snapping turtle is you get them to grab a stick, and then you grab them, simple.” And he swung his arm and snapped which I thought was pretty cool. He wore blue jeans and a dirty old white T- shirt rolled at the sleeves. His hair was a dirty blond; he had light freckles and gray eyes seeming to be of light character which in difference to the way he carried himself.

 

“Hi. I’m Paul” and he shoved out his hand. We shook and that was that.

 

So here we are shoes muddy already, jumping on at the last second and launching our make shift raft which was not what you call meant to last, it had a shelf life, so the longer we pushed it with a long pole, paddled it out in the pond the more it strained against its bonds of plastic, rope wire, and what-evers we had painstakingly sent out to create our raft that was shaking, and pulling at its bonds from the start as we went. This was our 2^nd day at this, we had found early on that turtles spook easy and now had to almost drift when we got close to the log. The water was never clear, it had a dark green or light tan color, and it stank. Each push with the pole pulled up a gas bubble of pond funk. We had tried everything to catch a snapping turtle, everything but a good net, but what parent is going to give a kid a net for a snapping turtle, and what kid was going to tell of his secret mission for the day. Every morning I would grab a fishing pole and it would sit by the pond some of the time. In the water green patches of algae mixed with other of shades plants littered the pond, so I had been all around it’s sides. We knew we entered the deep part now. This was a mud pond there was no bottom in respects to footing all sunken logs and mud. On top of the water lay lily pads with their occasional flower bright yellow and white shinning on top of the green and dark water and the floating patches of green algae. Your eye could get lost in them for they seemed so out of place like a lone star on a hazy night with flashes of light as an occasional ripple disturbed the water and was gone. We had to paddle now, using small flat boards we pushed our craft across the pond towards the far side towards the log, and getting up speed for a second until we stopped hunkered down and stayed still allowing our push to drift us slowly towards the log where lay the sleeping turtles. It was mid-day and hot with the sun beating down. We looked across the dark water spying the snapping turtle “Big Jim” as we called him laying sunning, looking off in the distance. We drifted closer, and immobile lay upon a raft of hope. Just a few feet and Paul leans forward with the stick, now to tell you Big Jim was from where I saw a lay on the far side of the small raft  guiding us in looked all business even from the side view, his claws noticeably gouging into the log, and his shell beginning to dwarf the other turtles still all unmoving on the shared log that stretched way into pond and resurfaced some tree a few years back that had toppled into the pond. Paul made a go for it with a quick thrust, and turtles starting diving into the water everywhere, Big Jim grabbed the stick, just plain bit the end of the thing, and Paul’s starts whooping and pulling and Big Jim jumps of the other side of the log right, simple story right, nope. You see while Paul was hanging on to big Jim I was hanging on to Paul and the stick holding us in place while lying on the raft, which by this time in the battle was turning into a pile of logs floating underneath my belly in sort of a square. Big Jim let go; I think it is important to explain gravity in childhood, we got the idea in school, the apple thing, but real life happens way to fast to figure much, gravity took over with a momentary pause where I was looking at Paul’s mad face cause he was so close he felt to getting Big Jim, and then one of surprise as he hurtled in my direction, I was always faster than most people and knew he was headed my way and had long let go his leg. I rolled sideways just as he crash landed next to me which was all the raft needed to quite its contract. It broke apart in the middle of the pond with board and logs all convinced they were in revolt against any further work , the two of us had to swim through the long part of the pond to get to the other side a muddy bottom but no pond slime, or we could get out twenty feet away to the short side. We swam pushing the muck and pond slime a head of us; I laughing at the adventure, and Paul yelling over and over “We almost had him.” “We almost had him” in his ferocity of the battle, I took one more look at his face and went into laugh hysterics one big ball of laughing took me over and I had to fight even harder thought the muck. We made the side both covered in foul pond scum from head to toe, clasping onto the muddy bank and climbing up on our bellies using the long grass on the side of the pond we finally pulled ourselves out. I was still laughing, Paul had got quiet, but the same look lay in his eye when I turned finally to look at him after my fit had subsided. He was looking out across the water, the five minutes it took us to climb out, the days of planning,  just another part of his overall summer battle, to get big Jim, and that same look lay on his face right now.

 

We got, well I got in a lot of trouble, filthy slimy, muddy I ran back to grandma’s up the street full of stories for all of it was new to me the adventure, what I got was stripped down and hosed in the backyard with cold water, than right in the tub, with “How could you?”, and “I never.” As Grandma first hosed down a child that really did not want to be, whom at first darted to and fro in little moves, until standing still naked in the backyard finally humiliated and out of "It's cold!" squeals, but later she would smile at my antics and gyrations while telling the story over dinner. The shock of naked hosing in the back yard and grandma’s ministrations having worn off, I was at it full tilt, telling my story jumping out of my seat and being generally way too much kid at the table and all around. I was wearing Grandpa and Grandma out in short order, this would be my last year as a grandchild unattended by parents while at or shipped to Aunts and Uncles, like I said “Cousins, cousins everywhere.”

 THOR

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Peace-UP THUNDER BORN

A ride.. I was making my way to Florence for court. Neve Know when Inspiration hits. I am a writer. I also know the deep reverance due the next story, but it came from the post. Peace-UP THUNDER BORN
I was making my way to Florence for court hitch hiking the Day of court my ride fell through and the Day attempted a Dark Shadow things from the other side an evil, tangible a huge wreak all blocking me with the fear of the possible. I made it to the country fair for a little and a man bought me an Ice cream I sang "I got an Ice cream and a sunny day"
"There's a jail cell waiting for me."
"The man is as mad as he can be
but,
"I got Ice cream and a sunny day"
I made it to Mapleton, had a dinner after seeing a bro from court he said the judge was real mad. It was 6pm and the little store was closing. I went to the phone and called everyone I knew, out of options I began wondering where I would sleep in the cold. It was then a wind came with a vehicle. A native driving and a man with a Maltese/iron/chopper cross. My ride. We were instantly friends. He told me He had just come from Klamath at a very unique Dance. I said. "The Ghost Dance"
He looked at me in the rear view and said, "How do you know about that?"
I said, "I am the one who called for it." A look crossed his face. I replied to the look.
"A medicine man in full regalia came to me in my dream, and said in a Great voice of power, "Who are You to call for the Ghost Dance!" with extra emphasis on the last two words.
I replied, in a language I did not know but I knew them strong and deep in my soul. He seemed to understand and went away.
This and more we talked about. Wounded Knee, both of them. My father was at the 2nd fighting with you in 70's, of him smoking from the Peace pipe from "Wounded Knee", Chef Joseph "I will fight no more forever." All these things were alive on our journey together. He blessed me with a wing from an Owl his grandfathers, who was also a Medicine man. I felt the power of each stroke on my arms and legs as we stood off the road on a fire trail deep in the Coastal Range, power ancient power and a glimmer. I continued to grow in the new Eye. My next writing would be called Peace-UP Thunder V, my only lost writing, The Eye of THOR was being formed.
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Police, Brutuality Assualt, Racism in Springfield, Oregon, Med Log. Chef John aka THOR

Had several episodes yesterday, left leg went numb, Nurse told me to call an Ambulance. Cops will come 1st. I won't call an Ambulance. I can't walk well. I had another bad epsisode and fell putting my head thru the wall and then seized with my head stuck in wall.
hhead is all cut up, comcussion and base of neck is killing me, not much bleeding, vomiting, started again, up 3-4 days cold clammy, shaking and keep vomiting, sweating, my head hurts so bad and my neecckck
I am so tired, I tossed and trun then um spasming, woke a few times with breathing stopped rom siezures in bed now, and paralitic attacks in bed.
'loud ringing and light hurts, I got to go back to bed,
my right hand is so swollen from the fall on steps and can't use 3]thumb and 2 fingers, dDad is trowing my stuff away and drove me mad  in streesss with Amy my own family are pausing me,
I wonder if it would been better that c man shot me the othernight.
I got the message since you are reading my page, Shhuit the fuck up NIGGER. Springfield I won't sue me just don't kill me please, some one help me leave? Dear God, You caould haelp. Just let me go. don't wake me when I can't breath paralyze me and let me fade out again like yesterday.
It was not fair. I thought I was dead when I passed out and I wake to more suffering. #Amen Jesus I love you comfort me..
I have to sleep, it's Monday? Wedsday
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All this pressure, the police beating, assaulted broken hand, throw in Jail over paperwork, neighbors who call me a child molester, (Black Fear), then house broken into Friday took all my Grandmas antiques, been threatened over and over and a gun put in my face and told, You better shut up nigger." Dropping my tort claim against the Police before they kill me. This is the same thing they did 25 years ago. My father has not helped me fight racism since I was a child and people would call me a little nigger boy. Now as a Man, I am the American Nigger/THUG just for being a colored man in Springfield Oregon.  PTSD, Yes I am ill and all this is driving me right over the edge. I can't handle all this violence in my sickness, and am getting very suicidal. I need peace to heal but these constant attacks and demands by my father to do work when I am broken. I am already hurting myself loosing control.
Dad How come I have to let racists beat me and you never stand with me, but you can March with King. I'm not that ill.
Even more, I am a good loving man.
I put God first always. #THOR http://theeyeofthor.blogspot.com/2013/01/words-of-peace-in-world-of-hate.html 

The Naxi's DID the Same THING, and The ROMANs! Barbarcic, heathen, no humanity, that next child could cure cancer, the cold. IT WAS a BLACK man who id the 1st Heart sugery in America. Some one needs to take a Can full of Acid dust and put it in the vests at the Courts. Let them all see GOD, and then they will see the horrors they are. MEN Change when threatened with Death or thier Humanity is Sparked. ‪#‎THOR‬ It is done to mentally ill women in Oregon. #THOR

Women Prisoners Sterilized To Cut Welfare Costs In California

Well, this is a story I never thought I’d be reading. In California of all places, prison doctors have sterilized over 150 women. Why? They don’t want to have to provide...

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if iam supposed to cook and meet someone,(I believe I am and can't think through pain, forgive me.) I am not well several seizures so I will cook you favorite meal some time soon, need two hands &my left side is paralyzed.
Chef John "The Ghetto Gourmet" would love to get together if I get better one day, and do favorites for the house. ‪#‎ChefJohn‬ (personal sorry. I am h/c and it is my problem. I can't think have a great soup day foodies..) why BBQ. well Event may 22nd I am still doing what i can.

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if iam supposed to cook and meet someone,(I believe I am and can't think through pain, forgive me.) I am not well several seizures so I will cook you favorite m...eal some time soon, need two hands &my left side is paralyzed.
Chef John "The Ghetto Gourmet" would love to get together if I get better one day, and do favorites for the house. ‪#‎ChefJohn‬ (personal sorry. I am h/c and it is my problem. I can't think have a great soup day foodies..)
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Hidden KING Chef John Arthur Ernst aka THOR

     It was Halloween 2003 after 35 years I met my blood father for the first time. I was born of the blood of to great families the Hells Angels and the Black Panthers in New York City, and then hidden in Detroit to be adopted into a white Catholic family. My adopted family and I lived in Washington D.C.; there I would learn the way of peace taught by my father, and the lifestyles and decorum of those in high political positions in the Catholic Church and nations capital. My father worked for Catholic Charities for twenty years, and then founded the National Catholic Council for Inter-Racial Justice. A man whose greatness was reprimand of his deeds and political stands; he taught me the way of peace to temper the warriors blood that raged in my veins. I was given a “Blue Blood” upbringing privy too; nights at the symphony, the best preparatory schools, visits to the White House on special invite, dinning with the Arch-Bishop or foreign dignitaries, and regular events held in the highest social circles.   This training would become indispensable for my involvement in and founding of the largest socio-political movement of this century. There would be those persons who if they found me as a child would have killed me to stop the eventual revolutionary concept I would bring to the heart of America. The concept called Peace-up is a call to end the, “Drug War’ that has divided; our races, our families, our homes. I was born to bridge the gaps between two of the rival mafia families and watched by a third the Italians; furthermore, to bring the truth to the American people. My work will eventually bring a new era of communication between these families, re-creating the lost Socio-Communities of the individual races pillared by these mafia, insuring a future for the children by shifting the wealth, and  toppling the, “Drug War” and the costly injustices born from it.

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