Church of the Good Earth 1963 and Beyond

I want to live there...I have been so depressed I can't take these gray skies much longer

 

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Dawn Marie,
Dont bring yourself down with self made depressions that leave you wanting. Become that which Dreams are made of. BE what you disire to be. Make the changes needed to get to that place.

You are a part of what you feel you are a part of. You belong where you are happiest.

Find the place inside yourself that makes you feel happy and secure and bring it forward into your life and start doing.

The only limitations we have are the ones we set before ourselves.

Free yourself from what binds you up inside, clear your chache

Brighten your surroundings up with bright colors and lights, listen to upbeat music that makes you wanna dance and sing and get up and dance and sing.

Start an indoor garden, . Find something to do with your hands. Let your creative juices flow and just start doing things you've always wanted to try.

Get up and Shine :sunny::sunny::sunny:

 

I feel like there's a struggle going on inside me. I have this thing, driving me or am I driving it.

I dont if I would call it a disire or a need. It more like a seed is growing. As it grows it takes up more room and gets stronger as it spreads from my subconcious mind to my concious mind.

It started as a thought and progressed into an idea and has taken root in my Being and is branching out into my Soul. I not only think about it I visulize it in color. When I visulize it, I am there partisapating in it and I am not alone.

No matter what I do to shake this from me, it bounces back like rubber and sticks to me like glue. Even when I force myself to focus my thoughts elsewhere it is forever churning in the back of my mind, coming forward whenever there is an opening.

It has bewildered me. If this burning inside me is to be quelched, I feel I must bring to friutation it's calling and fulfill it's prophecies. Either that or have a lobotomy.

When given to such a collosel undertaking one would expect the 'tools' would be provided along with the recruted task, as in: If I/we are required to acomplish this it will take more than 'want to' to produce results.

That is where I see the obsticals popping up. Which in a word is Financing.

My playing the lottery is a billion in one chance. I stopped holding my breath on that one bc I was turning blue.

The path is clearly laid out on what we are to do, what/how we want it to be. All facets are taken into concideration and included as they arrive.

I am waiting for Inspiration to reveal the next step. Which is Funding. I feel this disire to do a little fund hoping this morning to see if this path will lead me to that pot of Gold we need to fulfill the prophecy.

Here I go, feed me positive energy
cakes

 

well fuck it. If nobody gives a flip, I guess I dont either.. cya

 

keep the faith sister
we all love you and your energy is your gold

 

Positive Positive Positive

Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive Positive energy.

The money will come. It always does.

Here is the lesson.
Draft out and show the dream to others. Put it out there. If the cause is worthy and the others aren't all lazy, the people will join together and become a part of the cause.

Once the people care and are together, the money will follow. It always does. This is a law of the universe. This is how it really works.

So, draw your picture and show it.

 

What good is a song if no one sings it or hears it. What good is a smile if there is no face to put it on. What use is a tear if it falls on deaf hearts. What use is a church if there is no congregation. What good is it to prepare the food if no one wants to eat.

 

The good is in the person who does the deed.
The song writer. The one who smiles. The one who cries.

To congregate is to hang out together. A congregation is a group who does that.

If we can't find this with the current old friends that we have here, then perhaps we need to put it out there to attract some new friends.
Me? I'm just seeking friends. Period.

:sunny:

 

It was all for the congregation. It was never for me. I have everything I need to get by. It was the ones that are not in a place of contentment that this was all for.

The writing is no problem, I will write no matter what happens, it is my nature to write. It's trying to pull everyone together that is not working out. How can we be a family if no one is familar.

It was never about money, it's about doing it together. To accomplish it and really do something with it. If money flowed from that more the good. It was for a place for us to gather, a home away from home and a home to the ones without homes.

The blessing is in the Giving the reciving is just icing on the cake.

 

What the Hell is going on piscesbob here. You might remember me from the back porch upstairs Cole street house. I would love to hear from all of you! So get hold of me at Tailman0007@Hotmail.com. I miss you all so very much! Peace, Love,and Goodvibes to all

 

Welcome Home Bob,
Nailcakes here, you might remember me from Underhouse 71' and beyond. Glad you found your way. It's been a long, crazy ride but here we are

 

Hell yeah I remember Pisces Bob. Don't think that I knew you well, but you always seemed like a really cool cat, to me. Hey there Bob. Welcome back, brother. I do hope that you are cruising through life with ease, if you please.
GO! BOB! Yay!

Glade that you are out of the Blue. (here)


"What the Hell is going on? piscesbob here"

Well Bob, you could say that a few of us die hards, the ones who have heart, are "trying to put the band back together." A metaphor.

R U Curious?

Just a few of the blasts from the past who have popped n here in the past were:

Cheryl Powers, Chuck MF, Sag Darel, Dana, Taurus Debbie, my Lady back then, drwhitc (Mister Machine) from above the leather studio space., Aries Ellen (Ellen de Felon), Leo Ron, Mouseman, Nabor, Ranger, Rita Roberts, Spacey Stacey (for real), Spud (AKA Dan), Chris Wah from Oregon, Wild_Bill, Zev, and Tom, the owner from the Omibus bar on Haight Street.

Just a partial list.

And of course, our hostess, the legendary and voluptuous Nailcakes, from the (now mythical and infamous) Underhouse. Of Days of Yore.

Huuuuummmmm maybe we should write a book or something.

 

I hope he saved his password..lol... Alot of ppl can never find their way back bc of lost password.

He may wait for someone to email him. My email is screwy, I think Kenny's is also. Maybe, just perhaps some one will take a moment and bring him back here

 

Hi Piscesbob...didn't Mary used to hang out with you for a while? Red Headed Mary I mean. I remember you from my passing in and out. If you are who I think I remember then you may also remember a possiable sad but ok thing...Mary and Happy hooking up Moving to Orygun, having children, etc. Now for the real sad news Mary Died appx two1/2 years ago in Wisconsin. Happy is still there with their 2 children. Nice to see you here.

Nails cheer up a bit if you can...

If folks want to get togather (and I think they do) because when you get togather face to face the flame really rekindels!! I suggest maybe scrape pennys togather to come to the OCF where folks can congregate/discuss things/ HAVE FUN"/reaquaint/ Before folks look/hope for the LARGE funding to appear to buy a place to "try it out again" first see if the crew can get it togather to just meet and hangout for a few days to share the love!! If that ain't happening then creating the NEW RANCH will never happen.....unless Cakes wins the lotto.....unless the"BOOK" not only happens but becomes the manual to creat the bucks needed to fund such an adventure! SO, a meeting place...HMMMM where can that be....

This place already exists and it is Mousmans (and Heathers) place where they have so graciously said for a couple years now to come up and congrate on the week of the OCF!! The only way building a new mini movement for this group(us) entails at least getting togather and seeing if we can do this! IF we cannot arrange to meet and share our lives of the last 35+years for a week, then I think that finding the place to try to recreate a new energy place for the future will be a tall task to achieve indeed!!

Of course as always this is my opinion only......and like arseholes/belly buttons/and minds everyone has one of these (an opinion) too!

Come to the OCF!

peace and love
wickwah

 

Well, Wick luv.
It isnt really about 'getting together' per se' It's more like Representing. There should be something left of The Hippie, before we all asend to that great Love-In, in the sky.

We need a testiment to our Being. A Statement for all that we were and all that we accomplished if anything A place for the OLD HIPPIE to live out their days in peace and without hassle or worrying about their next meal or a place to lay their head.

It's been six months and there has not been any stories written, no energy directed towards it. If we cant6 do something as SIMPLE as write a few lines of something you rememeber from back in the day, when ppl tell stories of their past almost everyday.

Ya dont have ta tell your whole life's story, just a few paragraphs of something outstanding that you recall.

PAGE 52 is driving me mad.. it's been stuck on page 52 for 6 months!! Can we please have a page 53 to get over this hump.

 

I'm alright guys/gals. We all have our moments of doubt. It passes as the Sun sets. It's just me, really,

I'm a motivator ( really cakes we havent noticed lol) and the perdicament I am in is quite frustrating. It SPRING, my most favorite time of the year. Time to clean up the flower beds and plant my seeds.

My Gardens are my joy. Their splendor fills my heart with happiness and is 'My Work".
I conversate with Nature as we become one, my hands deep inside her bounty as I manicure the weeds and stones from the bed that is to become a Haven for the Butterflys and Hummingbirds that come in June.

Each year they return to reproduce and carry on the survival of their species. As the Butterfly flutters by I am in awe of the shear elegence of their stature, so graceful and majestic, with colors so brillant no mear mortal could compare.

The Rascal, the Hummingbird, They have no shame. They will buzz you when their feeds are empty, staring you down untill you refill their energy source. They guard their territory like Dragons as they chase away any Hummingfellow that dares to trespass against them.

It has been the way of things for over 25 years. It has been enough to keep me Spiritually fed and satisfied in my existance. Not to say I dont ever get The Wonderlust but I have been happy and ablebodied, strong in Body, Mind and Spirit. I had to be.

It is myself that is getting me down, litterly down.

Yesterday I was attempting to redress my Gardens ( I have 7 in the front yard). I started with the two on eiither side of the steps and managed to get the larger of the two manicured and ready to recive the seeds.

This was such a struggle for me it took all the joy out of it. I was unable to sow the seeds into their awaiting home. My lower limbs would not co-oporate and refused to obey my commands and rudely stopped working.

Luckily a friend stopped by and lent a hand. We got the flower seeds planted in the bed and planted herbs in large pots. I was glad she stopped by and thankfull for the help but it wasnt the same feeling. It didnt fulfill me as it once did. I did not plant the seeds for the flowers. They are not mine, not part of me.

I know it sounds foolish but that is the way it is for me. I get my creativity from the conection, it energizes me. The Spring is the most improtant flow to connect with bc of the energy of rejuvenation that is coursing though the Universe.

I have not had time to adjust to my limitation in the physical relm. I am sure I will evolve into my new situation untill things change structually within my body. When I walk, something is cutting off my enrgy supply to my legs. They turn cold and become lifeless if I push too far.

I WILL get this attended to when I am able to find a way to get er done with 0 denaro. Texas sucks as far as resources for women. Rick Perry is a Male Chovenest Pig and thank the Stars that he dropped out of the race.

This is why I have been less then Brilliant lately. I ask for your forgiveness for bringing you down. The only defence I have is that what I am thinking runs down into my fingers and I have no control over what is produced.

I'm OK so dont worry about it

lovins
cakes

 

Pisces Bob!!!
My heart is soaring!! Hello, brother! You can't imagine how many times you've crossed my thoughts. I searched for you over the years to see if; 1, you were still suckin' air, 2, where you've been hiding, and 3, if I could get you to show up at one of the reunions that have taken place over the years. Well, damn, friend, one of those questions has been answered; now we'll address the other two. I'll be sending you an email real soon!

For those of you who don't know; Pisces Bob, Leo Ron & I made up the Good Earth Trucking Company in "Omega" (aka Meg), and worked together in that and many other incarnations; from sloshing through shit to having guns held on us by pigs in the park: we were the team!

So glad you're here!!
Peace,Love and Good Vibes,
Mouseman

 

I hope that Bob comes back. I miss him already.

 

Tiller

I think that you are 100% correct! And I'd love to get to the ocf this year. However I have been trying to just get to So Ca. to see my mom and my dad before they die of old age, for the past three years now, and I still haven't made it. Work and shit gets in the way every weekend. Such is life.

Wish I could buy a van and MAKE my GF come with and Drive to TX to get Mary and her Hub and force Range and Rita to get into the van and drive us all to SF and Euricka to see my kid and See Scorpio Mary and others in Eugene and now to Mouseman's and Heather's magical fern palace. However, in reality, I'd be very lucky to get there by myself, this year.

Last year, Deb had me and mine all set up with with free vendor passes sleeping on-site and I still couldn't break away.

Some of us ain't wealthy. Most of us ain't healthy. And I believe that I'm a whole lot freer than most of us, as I try to stick up for some of us. They just Ain't gettin' there from here.

Can you picture that ONE? Really?

Cakes or Ranger ain't jumpin on a jet any time soon to go to you're place in Hawaii or to OCF. [Rita can't get Ranger to get off of the oxygen bottle, for a minute.]
Can you figure out how come? they can't afford it. It's Called poor.

So, now that we got that base covered. (Hint Hint you and me can put together a grand or more if you'd like to and fly them all to OR or HA. Match???)

Or we could try to do shit on the web. If our heart is into it. Hint Hint.

Do ya have any thoughts on this? Help a brother.

(Besides, it would be far easier to save the world then it would be to get Cakes out of Texas for one week.)
Chris. Let's be Real.