Some Loose Comments

First of all, you're not an old hippy until you reach a hundred years, so I don't know if there is such a thing a an old hippy.

Second of all, after just posting all over this forum I realized that just because you think you're hip doesn't mean you have a hippy mentality.

Here is what I experienced in other forums. Kids who are way to sensitive to criticism. I'm 53 (don't tell anyone) and missed the hippy thing by a year getting out of high school. I went looking for them, but they all disappeared into the hills.
Communes I suppose and self-reliant and frugal living stuff. So I hung out in Hollywood in the 70's, and made friends with some quasi-hippy types that did art. The idea of free love was still there, but had nothing to do with sex, that had a price.

I figured true hippies were all about working and living together and not just sex and drugs. I tried real hard to get people to work together at my pottery studio at he Crossroads of the World in the lighthouse building I rented. No real commitment. Ther was a guy down in the steamship veggie restaurant that was kinda a cult leader and he had a lot of people working there that made carrot soup and did things like tie-dye t-shirts together. The kids who worked there were put in the same rooms he rented for them.

I think the government is really against groups getting on with life together because they can't tax em as much. Kinda a divide and conquer thing too.
They came down hard on a religeous help apartment complex here.

Oh yeah back to the people here. They are typical in some of the other forums and other newsgroups I'm in of not responding very well, or with one sentence after I type a whole mess of stuff.

Same with others I e-mail. It is like they have a real hurry in their lives and can't take the time to communicate to a strange stranger (of which there is no stranger bird than I).
Had to take a break and roll a bone just now, I'm feeling social and lighting up must be a craving when I think I'm relating to people.

So what cha think?
Are people being honest about who they are on this forum or are most putting up a front for who they want you to think they are or who they'd like to be?

Honor Seed ( my real name since I was about 21)

 

we are always honest about who an what we are..

luv n lite

 

I agree with you Honor Seed. Although there are alot of genuine people on these forums, there are alot who are either just finding themselves, or just hypocrites without realizing it. The lack of tolerance and love here gets me frustrated sometimes. Shouldn't we be fighting and striving towards being able to love our enemies? Not the people who are supposedly similar to us. That should be nearly unconditional. To be able to put yourself in other people's shoes is an attribute not widely displayed here, or in general for that matter. Every body wants to defend their position to the death. Compromise? Sigh..

 

u r right Bruschetta,I can relate to wisdom when I read it. A quote I just read was 'knowledge is taliking, wisdom is listening'...ain't so. The part about using energy to fight for the chance to love people is wisdom.

Sent that pic of a waterfall to myself as an e-card to see how that works. Will be getting on some gallery pics myself soon as I figure out which things to click on?????

I call the road on my one acre Double Dragonfly Drive, amazing critters. Natures helicopters.

As far as your comment happyhillbilly, I already have decided you're a kidder.
So the we are honest theme doesn't phase me. I had a girlfriend, everytime i said we........whatever, she said WHAT PART OF WE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Figured yeah, who the hell am I to be speaking for the rest of the world? Maybe you got some split personalities like me

Honor Seed

 

think what ya will brother..

you decide by words on a screen?

okey dokey..

split personality??

WTF?

doors open any time if ya ever wanna see what we all about,,..

luv n lite

yesterday in our world..

http://www.kodakgallery.com/feelfreefarmproject/earthovenchicken_fires_flowers

 

bruschetta said it... there are a lot of people in this forum that make out like they care but they really don't. A Generation Y thing? Or just an across-the-board modern-day malaise?

I think this place has become more just a hang-out and less about a life purpose. And I'm seeing some things lately on here that make my head spin. Buuuuuut, I still hang around... there are still some great things to be found (except when I'm feeling pre-menstrual - every time I get PMS I swear I'm never coming here again).

 

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[size=+2]The Beer Hall Putsch[/size]

In April of 1921, the victorious European Allies of World War One, notably France and England, presented a bill to Germany demanding payment for damages caused in the war which Germany had started. This bill (33 billion dollars) for war reparations had the immediate effect of causing ruinous inflation in Germany.

The German currency, the mark, slipped drastically in value. It had been four marks to the US dollar until the war reparations were announced. Then it became 75 to the dollar and in 1922 sank to 400 to the dollar. The German government asked for a postponement of payments. The French refused. The Germans defied them by defaulting on their payments. In response to this, in January of 1923, the French Army occupied the industrial part of Germany known as the Ruhr.

The German mark fell to 18,000 to the dollar. By July, 1923, it sank to 160,000. By August, 1,000,000. And by November, 1923, it took 4,000,000,000 marks to buy a dollar.

Germans lost their life savings. Salaries were paid in worthless money. Groceries cost billions. Hunger riots broke out.

For the moment, the people stood by their government, admiring its defiance of the French. But in September of 1923, the German government made a fateful decision to resume making payments. Bitter resentment and unrest swelled among the people, inciting extremist political groups to action and quickly bringing Germany to the brink of chaos.

The Nazis and other similar groups now felt the time was right to strike. The German state of Bavaria where the Nazis were based was a hotbed of groups opposed to the democratic government in Berlin. By now, November 1923, the Nazis, with 55,000 followers, were the biggest and best organized. With Nazi members demanding action, Hitler knew he had to act or risk losing the leadership of his Party.

Hitler and the Nazis hatched a plot in which they would kidnap the leaders of the Bavarian government and force them at gunpoint to accept Hitler as their leader. Then, according to their plan, with the aid of famous World War One General Erich Ludendorff, they would win over the German army, proclaim a nationwide revolt and bring down the German democratic government in Berlin.

They put this plan into action when they learned there would be a large gathering of businessmen in a Munich beer hall and the guests of honor were to be the Bavarian leaders they wanted to kidnap.

On November 8, 1923, SA troops under the direction of Hermann Göring surrounded the place. At 8:30 p.m. Hitler and his storm troopers burst into the beer hall causing instant panic.

Hitler fired a pistol shot into the ceiling. "Silence!" he yelled at the stunned crowd.

Hitler and Göring forced their way to the podium as armed SA men continued to file into the hall. State Commissioner Gustav von Kahr, whose speech had been interrupted by all this, yielded the podium to Hitler.

"The National Revolution has begun!" Hitler shouted. "...No one may leave the hall. Unless there is immediate quiet I shall have a machine gun posted in the gallery. The Bavarian and Reich governments have been removed and a provisional national government formed. The barracks of the Reichswehr and police are occupied. The Army and the police are marching on the city under the swastika banner!"

None of that was true, but those in the beer hall could not know otherwise.

Hitler then ordered the three highest officials of the Bavarian government into a back room. State Commissioner Kahr, along with the head of the state police, Colonel Hans von Seisser, and commander of the German Army in Bavaria, General Otto von Lossow, did as they were told and went into the room where Hitler informed them they were to join him in proclaiming a Nazi revolution and would become part of the new government.

But to Hitler's great surprise, his three captives simply glared at him and at first even refused to talk to him. Hitler responded by waving his pistol at them, yelling, "I have four shots in my pistol! Three for you, gentlemen. The last bullet for myself!"

The revolution in the back room continued to go poorly for Hitler. On a sudden emotional impulse, Hitler dashed out of the room and went back out to the podium and shouted...

"... The government of the November criminals and the Reich President are declared to be removed. A new national government will be named this very day in Munich. A new German National Army will be formed immediately. ...The task of the provisional German National Government is to organize the march on that sinful Babel, Berlin, and save the German people! Tomorrow will find either a National Government in Germany or us dead!"

This led everyone in the beer hall to believe the men in the back room had given in to Hitler and were joining in with the Nazis. There was wild cheering for Hitler.

General Ludendorff now arrived. Hitler knew the three government leaders in the back room would listen to him.

At Hitler's urging, Ludendorff spoke to the men in the back room and advised them to go along with the Nazi revolution. They reluctantly agreed, then went out to the podium and faced the crowd, showing their support for Hitler and pledging loyalty to the new regime. An emotional Hitler spoke to the crowd.

"I am going to fulfill the vow I made to myself five years ago when I was a blind cripple in the military hospital - to know neither rest nor peace until the November criminals had been overthrown, until on the ruins of the wretched Germany of today there should have arisen once more a Germany of power and greatness, of freedom and splendor."

The crowd in the beer hall roared their approval and sang "Deutschland über Alles." Hitler was euphoric. This was turning into a night of triumph for him. Tomorrow he might actually be dictator of Germany.

But then word came that attempts to take over several military barracks had failed and that German soldiers inside the barracks were holding out against Hitler's storm troopers. Hitler decided to leave the beer hall and go to the scene to personally resolve the problem.

Leaving the beer hall was a fateful error. In his absence the Nazi revolution quickly began to unravel. The three Bavarian government leaders, Kahr, Lossow, and Seisser, slipped out of the beer hall after falsely promising Ludendorff they would remain loyal to Hitler.

Meanwhile, Hitler had no luck in getting the German soldiers who were holding out in the barracks to surrender. Having failed at that, he went back to the beer hall.

When he arrived back at the beer hall he was aghast to find the revolution fizzling. There were no plans for tomorrow's march on Berlin. Munich wasn't even being occupied. Nothing was happening.

In fact, only one building, Army headquarters at the War Ministry had been occupied, by Ernst Röhm and his SA troopers. Elsewhere, rogue bands of Nazi thugs roamed the city of Munich rounding up some political opponents and harassing Jews.

In the early morning hours of November 9, State Commissioner Kahr broke his promise to Hitler and Ludendorff and issued a strong statement against Hitler saying, "...Declarations extorted from me, Gen. Lassow and Colonel von Seisser by pistol point are null and void. Had the senseless and purposeless attempt at revolt succeeded, Germany would have been plunged into the abyss and Bavaria with it."

Kahr also ordered the breakup of the Nazi party and its fighting forces.

Gen. Lossow also abandoned Hitler and ordered Army reinforcements into Munich to put down the Nazi putsch. Troops were rushed in and by dawn the War Ministry building containing Röhm and his SA troops was surrounded.

Hitler was up all night frantically trying to decide what to do. General Ludendorff then gave him an idea. The Nazis would simply march into the middle of Munich and take it over. Because of his World War One fame, Ludendorff reasoned, no one would dare fire on him. He even assured Hitler the police and the Army would likely join them. Hitler went for the idea.

Around 11 a.m., a column of three thousand Nazis, led by Hitler, Göring and Ludendorff marched toward the center of Munich. Carrying one of the flags was a young party member named Heinrich Himmler.

After reaching the center of Munich, the Nazis headed toward the War Ministry building but they encountered a police blockade along the route. As they stood face to face with a hundred armed policemen, Hitler yelled out to them to surrender. They didn't. Shots rang out. Both sides fired. It lasted about a minute. Sixteen Nazis and three police were killed. Göring was hit in the groin. Hitler suffered a dislocated shoulder when the man he had locked arms with was shot and dragged Hitler down to the pavement.

Hitler's bodyguard, Ulrich Graf, jumped onto Hitler to shield him and took several bullets, probably saving Hitler's life. Hitler then crawled along the sidewalk out of the line of fire and scooted away into a waiting car, leaving his comrades behind. The rest of the Nazis scattered or were arrested. Ludendorff, true to his heroic form, walked right through the line of fire to the police and was then arrested.

Hitler wound up at the home his friends, the Hanfstaengls, where he was reportedly talked out of suicide. He had become deeply despondent and expected to be shot by the authorities. He spent two nights in the Hanfstaengl's attic. On the third night, police arrived and arrested him. He was taken to the prison at Landsberg where his spirits lifted somewhat after he was told he was going to get a public trial.

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In 1994, a neighbor made an anonymous complaint against me to the DCD (Department of Community Developement). They wrote me a letter threatening legal action if I did not remove the garbage, and illegal vehicles on my property which included a camper shell, a VW campermobile, a refurbished red trailer and a 30 foot ABC 10' x 30' mobile home. There was no garbage or refuse on my property.

I did research on the local and state laws about the vehicles. The local county ordinance stated that all vehicles not placed behind the home, or in a garage or other building, had to have current license plates and tabs on them and be in working order. I found out that the cabover camper shell did not have to have a license plate from the DMV because the height of it was less than the state DMV requirement. I also found out that the state law
requiring vehicles to be licensed only applied to vehicles driven on a public road. Those used on farms and private property were not required to be licensed. The local county government used the wording of state law and its' authority to require licenses for vehicles always used on private property.

The orange 78 VW campermobile with poptop was a beauty. A new engine and front struts and it was ready to travel the US. I did not get current plates for it. I did not place it behind my home because there was no room. I did not build a garage around it because I didn't have money to do that. it was not visible from the front road as my 300 foot driveway winds down a hill into a small glenn of willows before reaching my home. None of the 4 vehicles in question were visisble from the road. The red trailer was legally behind my home and only the frame and metal skin were original on this 1950s style
28 foot trailer. It had been completely rebuilt, using 3/4" plywood for floors and 2x4s for framing, it also had sliding windows installed in it as well as wider house doors on both sides. Also had guttering placed along the top edges to keep rainwater off the front. It was to be a workshop.

The 30 foot ABC mobile home I bought for 500 dollars only had a small area near the front that I fixed with lag bolts and new wood. It was to be a pottery studio. I decided to place it at right angles to my 50 foot living mobile home going to the front of my property. And so it sat in position ready to be placed on a concrete pad slightly in front of my home 300 feet from the street back behind a forest of willow. Mobile homes are not required by
the state DMV office to have license plates and current tabs. Usually when they are moved on the road there is a trip permit to get for 10 foot wide or large mobile homes that are considered a wide load. The rest of my possessions in question called vehicles and garbage included
building materials saved in various piles to be used in construction.

The building material called garbage taken after a 2 year legal battle included these building materials. And this is a approximation based on a video I took and memory. 330 feet of 1/2 " rebar, 600 feet of pvc pipe including one 20' 8" diameter piece, a 75 gallon fuel oil tank on legs newly primed, a plow
and disc harrow attachment for a tractor, 40' of 8' tall prebuilt wood fencing, formica table and chairs, formica covered bathroom counter with a black porcelian sink, 4 8 foot long formica covered store units with pegboard backs 4 feet tall, misc. lumber, plywood, 2x4s and 4x4s, 13 shovel heads with no handles broken while digging trenches and a septic tank hole by hand.

That is all I can remember now without looking at the video I took. They also took a nice stand of trees away to make room to pull the 30' mobile up the driveway with a dozer. They took the refurbished red trailer, camper shell and VW van also.

I have forgiven them their tresspasses. But I am still curious about which neighbor complained. I can send someone into the DCD office to request a look at the original complaint and see who complained to tell me. They don't
start abatemnet actions unless a neighbor complains, there were and are plenty of other semi-rural homes around here with similar violations. I was wondering who singled me out in the mid nineties.

I did about everything except cite the Freedom of information act. My 100 page brief was filed in a timely manner. The Pacific County Judge Penoyer, my county, immediately refused to hear the matter in superior court because he was prejudiced against me. The case was set on docket in Waikaikum County with Judge Godfrey. The drive, sometimes twice a month through snow, was over an hour and a half. About 80 miles on winding mountain country road. The cheif prosecutor, Mike Sullivan never did file a response to my brief. He also sent 3-4 deputy prosecutors at various times to appear. At some point in the 2 year litigation I was approched in the hallway to sign an agreement to end the matter. When I said no, Mike Sullivan started
yelling f*ck you, f*ck you, etc. out in the hallway next to the courtroom. I supplied photos in my brief that showed the stuff was not garbage as alleged. In fact, the complaint against me was so vague it didn't even mention the vehicles specifically. Then the unforeseen happened. Judge Godrey went
on a one week vacation. They set a hearing wiht Judge Foscue next door. I had a bad feeling about it, as this judge seemed ready to rule in favor of the prosecution, so I filed an affidavit of prejudice writing that he could not possibly have had the time to read a 100 page brief plus all the court transcripts to make an intelligent decision. he signed off.

Then this Pacific County got nasty. I was not given notice for the following Friday. The next week I was not notified of a hearing with Judge Godfrey. They went in and Judge Godfrey granted them judgement to abate because I did not show. Yet they had not shown before and my motion for favorable judgement was denied. Because, in the words of the judge, The county
is presumed truthful on the facts in evidence. I was serrved with papers on Friday to allow them to come on Monday and remove my possessions. I worked non-stop all weekend moving stuff out of the 30 foot mobile home to keep the stuff from being towed down the road also. I had no time to get to court on Monday and get a fair hearing. I had no idea what they were going to take.

Monday, every highest ranking police officer and county official showed up except the three county commissioners and the judge who didn't hear the case. The parked at the top of my driveway and I came in down behind them with my video camera rolling.

The head of the health department , Dave Nugent, who usualy inspects septic systems, went around and spray painted marks of orange on things for the construction crew to pick up. The bill for 4 half days of labor presented a month later was 10,000.

The owner of the construction company subcontracted by Pacific County, Pierson told Judge Godfrey at the cost bill hearing that he took 20 dump truck loads and buried the stuff in a cranberry bog. He took 4-5 and the video shows this. I forgot to bring the videos and no extension was granted. Also, I asked 4 next door neighbors who set up lawn chairs and watched the whole thing from the sidelines to show up. They said yes, I did not file subpoenas. So I had no right to expect the judge to hold another hearing when they did not show up.

When the orange VW campermobile was removed by the wrecking/towing company, the guy I was video taping said what the fuck at me. When I went down to the junkyard where it was towed to maybe buy it back, it was sitting 15 feet up in the air on an old water tanker truck. Pieces of a perfectly decent ABC 30 foot mobile home nice enough for a living unit I found in the back at the junkyard.

So anyways......At the cost bill hearing for the 10,000 I owed for them taking stuff off my property there were some problems. First, the judge from the next county decided it should be held down in my county at the county capitol, South Bend which was a relief to me.

I questioned the prosecutor Mike Sullivan and he lied. I was told to stop harassing the witness by the judge. I questioned the contractor that submitted the cost bill because he said he worked a lot more hours and hauled a lot more dumptruck loads of my construction material away than he did. He lied. at the end of the hearing the judge said the county had hounded me unfairly and reduced the cost bill from 10,000 to something like 2,234.00 which I still owe to this day.

Also as another legal situation had come up during the abatement action I was getting close to realizing that the state capitol scuttle going around that this is the crookedest county in Washington State may be true.

The city cops in Long Beach, Washington, singled me out in a dance bar with 200 people in it. When they came in to arrest the guy on warrant, they left walking right by me. The last cop, a Hawaiian named Villamor ran right into me and hooked his billy club under my belt and pushed me back into a seat. When I could not sit cause I was hooked, he turned me around, clamped his hands around my loosely dangling arms and tryed to make me fall flat on my face half carrying me out. That didn't happen.
They took me to the city jail to charge me with trying to grab the officers gun. When I got there, they told me to get out of the car. When I did and walked a few steps, they told me to halt. Next thing I know 2 cops behind me are running me face first into the back wall of the station with my hands cuffed behind my back. One uses his billy club to pry my handcuff hands up to the back of my neck while the other punches me in the lower back. Two others laugh at the beating. I'm sure I was singled out because of the situation going on at the time in the abatement case.

Also I was booked and had to endure a hour and half ride to jail at south bend with about 4 pitchers of beer screaming for a way out. The cop named Harmon wouldn't stop and let me take a leak. So when I got there I planned to pee in the steel bowl on the concrete bench. Just as I was about to a lady came in with an orange uniform. So I set it down, whipped it out. As soon as I did, no way to make it to the steel bowl. Started peeing on the orange uniform, it sopped most of the gallons I let loose with up. The jailers came back in and threw me in the hole with jsut a pair of sweat bottoms on. The hole is a cell with just a hole in it.

I slept on the concrete floor that night, a tad sore from the beating. Got out in 3 days after refusing to pay 500 dollars bond. I was a general contractor at the time.
Met a guy in there who was nailed for stealing from the lumberyard he worked at, coincidentally he was taking the lumber to the son of Woody Pierson who lied at the cost bill hearing. So his son who drove the dozer on my property pulling my stuff away was guilty of receiving stolen property in exchange for pot, but he did not go to jail.

And why, because the county wants to raise property taxes making everyones' country property neat as a pin.

There isn't any further west to go for land, I live right on the Pacific Ocean. There may be no more land that you can do what you want on in America without the interference of the greedy and jealous who say they are honest and proud to be Americans too. There is no reason why large quanities of land can't be zoned to live in a teepee if ya want. Personally there are days I wouldn't mind having a friend tow my little 16' travel trailer onto some acreage in a forest meadow somewhere to hibernate all winter stoking a little wood stove, reading books and watching the wildlife flow by.....but............here at least, they been kicking kids off trying to get a leg up for years. Just to experience what is right about this kind of lifestyle.
They should live in their cars or in cardboard boxes to find a job and get a start on life? What's wrong with this picture. Used to be wagon trains coming through town were forced to park their wagons on the outskirts way away from the ole wooden town. These peoples money sure wasn't turned down for supplies though. What is this attitude that anyone mobile on 4 wheels is a lessor person, some people have no choice but to live in a box on 2 or 4 wheels. They get all cramed together in a trailer park with about as much room to grow a garden as you have in your kitchen. What be the harm in a rural county to suggest 10% of all zoned area be pre-appoved for living in a trailer or motor home? Some will wanna take the money they save and get lumber or fell the trees to build a cabin. These greedy good ole boy rednecks ain't playing with a full deck, but then, they never met someone like me.
Who else do you recognize, that had the goal taking on a whole political force by himself, and not care one wit about the stuff? What I care about is the people who maybe will never realize what it means to have your own piece of ground free and clear like I still do.

 

Even the German Gestapo was nicer to the jews on the way to the concentration camp "in the early stages" than the politician and police dept over a few thing laying around your yard. I would pack away and move from that living hell town you live in.

 

I just got thru changing my place from living hell town to living heaven town. I also have a great interest in history. What year did your story of Hitler end with him hiding in that house? Where did you get the idea to come up with the screen name Last Stand?

love thy enemies,
Honor Seed

 

This morning: I sure could use someone like HappyHillbilly, I mean HippyHillbilly her for about a week doing some chainsaw whacking and clearing some 8 foot tall thorny gorse(looks like scotch broom). Some one who looks like they are honest as the day is long just from the pics in his gallery.
What happened last year was the local governement and I fought it out in court over whether I should get reid of 5 of my dogs or not. Seems someone came by when I wasn't here and left the 2 gates open and let out dogs that went next door and wounded some ankle biters. I won that case in November last year after a year and half fight.
So anyways, all this stuff fihgting the local government since 1987 came to a head in 2003, november with a diagnosis of cancer. It went ballistic by summer of 2005. The water retention in my gut ballooned my out to 264 pounds and 50 inches at the waist. I am normally 170 about and 32 inch waist. So I set a record having 13 2 liter bottles of liquid takern out in 2 weeks. Lowered my weight to about 170. Like being pregnant with a 100 pound sack of cement duct taped to my stomach for a couple of months.
Man,....whew........lol.......damn........hahaha.....I did NOT touch a single pain killer, no chemo, no radiation AND I was told I should have been DEAD a while back. 9 months is the time it takes for this brand of cancer to kill most.
I slept a loooooooooooooottttt. Fed the dogs and cats and that was about it.
I figure that people thought I was suppose to be stressed out by all my hippy like resistance to the government, so I got stressed out. Knew I was going to survive and did. Forgave a lot of people while I lay there on the bed with my dogs. Sometimes I wished Ididn't have to be in extreme fuckin pain all day ecept for 5 minutes of relief, comedy, or whatever came my way. But I wanted to live to let all know that you can fight this government and live unlike the Nazi jews. You can also heal yourself without the doctors and live unlike the 400 people with my type of cancer that underwent chemo at OHSU and died, at least that is what the doc told me. Getting cut open and having radiation and chemo applied directly to my intestines for a first treatment did NOT sound like a plan to me.

So anyways, Purplesage, those twin boys are perky looking on your gallery. Be looking forward to more pics in years to come. Hippy, your pics are great also. Bruschetta, thanks for the PMs.
I got to get some water drained off this week, went up from 170 to 190 over the last 6 months and I have a lot of grunt work i want to get down without getting a hernia from this santa clause tummy. still looks and feels like I'm pregnant.
Don't be sad, angry or skerred for me. I ain't here to pull anyones pity string. I did not tell any friends or family i had cancer last year till the cells went non-malignant. Didn't tell anyone except one older guy and his wife , hes out hunting and fishing in eastern washington now. So hippyhillbilly, where is that part of paradise you show in your pics, looks like Tennessee. Me I'm not going anyswhere, ahve 9 dogs and 4 cats loving the grub here to much. Soups down here for any one shows up on this west beach....check it out www.funbeach.com.

lOVE TO ALL
hONOR

 

Anyways listening to Joe Cocker Respect Yourself. If you can't respect youself no one gonna give a hoot.
Figure now how can I respect myself if I react to peoples posts with anger, sadness or fear. Just a thought for y'all. Be cool. Question is do I want people to give a hoot about me? I really believe that anyone who posts in any newsgroup has the tood that they want people to give a hoot about what they think. Why else bother poking the keys?

HS

 

nice flower pic on your kodak gallery website hippyhillbilly, are those tiger lillies?

HS

 

i thinkmost of the flower pics are wild..

azealeas an irisis ..

we are in the north georgia mountains about 10 miles as the crow flies from where tennessee georgia an north carolina come together,, our property is within amile of the 3rd largest wilderness east of the mississippi, an the second largets federally mandated roadless tract east of the mississippi..

the cohutta wilderness..

glad ya enjoyed the photos..
luv n lite..

 

I'm so sorry to hear about your troubles Honor Seed... I hope your health returns to some acceptable form real soon (if that's at all possible).

You know you should write a book about your life. You have a lot to say (not a criticism, just an observation). You have a very compelling writing style (like many of the "Old Hippies" here actually). All you "Old Hippies" should write a few chapters about your life and put them all together in one book. I would DEFINITELY buy it. I mean it!

 

peace love n lite..

not everyday someone remembers..

 

Fucking rednecks in your town Honor Seed... there's a witch-hunt going on there. Except you aren't a witch.

Hey Hippiehillbilly, thanks for posting the Heat pic. You're only 5 years older than me... I think I'm in the purgatory bizarro world between young and old hippies.

 

i went to 9th err 8th grade err somethin in portland.. like bear had just died err my 6 year older brother who was holdin me liable for my actions man ,, canned heat..

now thats rock n roll..

 

my 2 fairy castles


bisque wiz stein- after stoneware glazing holds 6 beers


Morning Dew's House painting


Sunrise on thanksgiving morn, 2005


images from my website www.honorseed.com

 

posted a fantasy thread in young hippies using everyones s/n that posted here. No telling if it is on the 2nd page already the way the 16 year olds post a new thread for every single experience of their life. The thread I posted is called Star Tripping and we are all on a space ship called the Canned Heat.
So yeah, Purplesage, I really like the idea of publishing a book with a bunch of hippie stories in it. I have several books of my own in the making, one in particular is about the 50,000 visions I have seen and talked to.
I posted some more of my art in the gallery. What I noticed about artists is they all seem to like their own art better and are more proud of it than others. Kinda like the artistic words we write in the story section too. That is good thing, I think it is a selfish thing, not a greedy thing. Better than becoming apathetic praising everyone but yourself.
Say Hippyhillbilly, what year was that pic taken with you and canned heat? Give me some J tull though, that's music