Hello, new here and tired of AGRo....

I am so happy that there was someone with her, it's for sure her blood family didn't give a shit. I got trapped in TX by the same thing that took diff. I was more fortunate in my blood kin than she. I'm still fighting it. My family has saved my life a couple of times in the past 2 years. For a while, before anyone knew diff's cancer had recurred, she was very angry that I had not returned home, and wrote to tell me any number of terrible things she believed about me because of it, including the belief that I wasn't actually ill, that I had poisoned her dog, that I had practiced black magic against her.

She called to talk to me several times in the months before she passed, and we mended fences. I never stopped loving her. When the calls stopped coming I knew, and then her sister called to tell me she had passed. She also assured me that diff's remains were to be appropriately and respectfully cared for. I guess I should have known better than to trust that person to do what she had never done in all the time that I had known her. I'm sure you heard unpleasant things about me, and I can't blame you if you'd rather believe them. But if you'd like to talk about Differance, some things I knew and loved about her both before and after we came to Alabama, you are welcome to write to me at my e-mail:

sydneylee44@hotmail.com

 

you're not too far from us...we're in Bastrop Co. just a bit north & east of SA

have you checked out the Texas google group yet? http://groups.google.com/group/Teaxs-Rainbow-chat-group

the group isn't very big, but it's starting to pick up. we even have a few AGR refugees who don't live in TX. TRcg is moderated like HipForums, but the moderation is pretty basic, no heavy flaming

 

dilligaf: Howdy! I have traveled. Much by choice, then when I had to driving truck. I have seen many a site that has taken my breath away for days. Total magic, but when I come back every time I have to say to myself. They have got nothing on us. My dream is to have a small holding camp up here.

I use to walk for flint tools. (this is where I lose people) He was an old Indian Spirit. He called me White Gander. As spiritual as I tried to make that, it sounded as dumb as me talking to this guy at the time. I know I will sail and be in some of the most beautiful places in the world. It's coming and I can feel it, I'm very excited. But there will be no place like home in the spring. The water is high and a good two months before the seaweed becomes a problem. lol Then it's time for National. Building my catcher with dreams. My boat will roll as well as it sails.

 

A little external validation re: Indian spirit is due here.

My little piece of springtime heaven is on a hillside on Rt. 230 between Dundee and Bath. When I was camped out there in my late lamented motorhome, I walked the land and discovered a sweetwater spring, just at the edge of the woods. Being physically aware of such things, I also found a confluence of power threads (sometimes called Ley lines)
about halfway down the hill. It is all on a hillside, facing across a valley, looking toward another of the glacial ridges so common there. There was a spot where I could stand and feel the lines of force coming together. Some folks can see these, but I can only feel them.

My son, dear and spiritual person he is, took the skip loader and took a huge boulder, all rounded from being tumbled in the glaciers, and set it down precisely on that spot so I would have a place to sit and commune and absorb the energy. Often I would sit there in the sunshine, meditating with my eyes half-closed, gazing (as in the Castaneda sense). On one such day, about a half hour into my meditation, I could dimly see Indians all around me and circling the boulder. When I opened my eyes they were invisible but not gone. I felt their acceptance that I appreciated their land. I felt blessed. I return to that memory often. If you'd like to know where it is, and to sit on that boulder, I can tell you where and how to get there. Maybe they would welcome some company.

write: sydneylee44@hotmail.com

 

Well hey, Im your brother too. Much love to you, and if ever we
meet at a gathering, i promise that i can hug you too.

 

ah cap'n...grewed up in a truck...my sperm donor was/is a trucker n was allover thus so was i,,,
would be way kewl for a camp up there,,, see that a way when i do decide to venture back to ny on a sneak trip i gots places all over to tuck into n be unknown to the govt nazis n the ex.... yup yup wayne, cayuga, steuben troups, broome , genesee,,, way i see it another 5 yrs or so... i could bout get thru entire state...

yea that seaweed does become a problem up there,,,, watched a chic drown in the shit years ago....:&

 

mamaturtle: I did say at the time. He gave me many occasions to prove his validity through the years and we became friends. He called himself Old Man, so I did also. He touched on these power lines more than once but I didn't quite understand much more than where they crossed at Mud Locks was big magic. Most of my best pieces were given to us (me and my kids) on that hill. As I tried to understand him once he laughed at me and said see that bank? That was the waterline then, not down there. Those locks hold back what was once a waterfall with a set of rapids at the mouth of our Seneca River. He said we weren't just some little tribe, we were a great people like you are now, and their campfires along this line (old bank) in the spring were as many as the stars.

Heron: Your on brother. Love ya man.

dilligaf: I losed a brother that way myself many years ago. Like it just ate him up. Now might be a good time to warn you I didn't get that name because I like the stuff. lol I have sailed into patches of seaweed that I had to pull my boat and cut it's hold off my keel and keel cable. One glob weighed, had to be 600 lb. That little four horse four stroke kicker worked hard that day getting us home.

I know what you mean. Like it's becoming a police state. Whether this land dream comes to fruition or not I am sure we could tuck you very comfortably in the Finger Lakes National Forest for as long as you wanted to visit.

 

i gave up on agr. theres only like 6 people there and they dont like newcomers.
this is a real forum!

 

My, my, my... so good to see you here... so much kynder than the AGRo...

Welcome!

peace,
mt

 

THANKS!
and i agree. if agr were a campfire, i wouldnt bring my kids there
lol
by the way did you know i love turtles?
i read a tale somewhere, goes something like:
there was a medicine woman talking to a skeptic on the creation of the earth. she explained to him, that its real simple, the earth sits on the back of a giant turtle. so, he says 'well what supports that turtle?'
she says 'well, the turtle is standing on the back of an even larger turtle'
and he says 'ok, so what is THAT turtle standing on?'
and she says 'look! you can't fool me mister! its turtles all the way!'

 

<<to carry on what her visions n dreams were n couldnt seem to do,, our place is verrrrrrrry much inspired by hers.>>

She sounds like a very special lady that did much more than she realized.

<<n she is everywhere....
luv n lite..>>

 

My friend Chris is always wishing someone Froh Geburstag.

 

It's true... she was a mahatma, a truly great soul. When I first met her at PA99, she was well-spun and just smiling... came up to me and spoke fairly incoherently until she started coming down, at which time we established that we both lived in FL but seems we had to come to a Gathering to meet. The flighty lady who had given me a ride from FL to PA left me with no way home, and this sister talked a bunch of folks who had come with her into taking me home, way out of their way. The ride was long and we got to know each other a bit and she was so generous with the little she had, and so funny.... there was a lot of laughter in the years we knew each other. I still miss our morning ritual, coffee and a smoke together.

It's a loss to anyone who never had the chance to know her.