Church of the Good Earth 1963 and Beyond

nabor,

I want to see your smile once again.
Do you get that?

 

Hi Cakes!

[excited]

 

I think that I see someone who's on my "Friends List" lit up and on-line. Sure hope that he stops in and says "Hi" to all. That'd be nice.

I wonder how the heck he's doing.

 

And Also, Ranger, Where are you? I loved the virgin joke.

Have you seen what's going on in the other place. Everyone is at the OCF!

 

Yesterday was sorta a religous event. It rained! All day! Big time!

 

That's SO cool! And the temperature as well. LOL

How are you doing?

 

Oh, speaking the the Oregon Country Fair, we haven't heard a peep out of any of those guys. Chris? Zev? Mouseman?

I'll bet that we hear from good ol' Cheryl first. Or maybe even Chuck.

 

Spent a lot of yesterday dealing with the cats who went out before the rain began and got stuck sheltering under the trailer next door. LOL

 

Those cats. They don't know what rain is do they?

oh. BTW, mama asked you a question back. Now you've got her curious. LOL

 

And I'll bet she's even more confused. lol

 

Steve(Stacey) here Hey ya'll The way I see it just a quick note to talk about the call for a get together at Leo Ronbetweeen Oct. 2 and the 9th.Lately there's been a call for a rendering of who and how the Good Earth Commune and the Church of the Good Earth developed. There are also those who think "we' need to consolidate resourses in some kind of mode ina chaotic economic future A possible assisted living facility or a Good Earth retreat. These are just a few of the ideas floating about.. Think about it. Those of us who are still aroundfrom those early days in the Fillmore Street apt. may recontruct those early days to hopefully start filling in the gaps of that development. Asking all who are interested for your thoughts on future directions.

 

My existance seems to be somewhere in that vast grayness between fact and fiction, between real and unreal, between is and isn't. I feel as though I'm drifting in an ocean of confussion, my only simile of navigation is this core felt loneliness, which jumps to point in one direction and then in another. It has become clear to me that nomatter which direction I choose it will always lead me further away from where I want to be. I have drifted in these tides and currents for what seems to be eons, all the while the sun grows steadily hotter by fueling itself on my fears and guilt. The heat beats down and blisters the exposed flesh of my heart and my hopes. Iwonder if I will ever find my way out of this situation and then which way is out? is it left? is it right? is it up? is it down? then again which way is left? which way is right? which way is up? which way is down? In a last ditch effort to obtain some sort of navigational landmark, I cast my memorty into my images of a time long past like a fisherman cast a lure into a lake. I snag memories of the nineteen sixtys and seventies, San Francisco, Golden Gate Parf, a grassy green meadow, flowers, music, peace, love, The Greatful Dead, The Jefferson Airplain. Suddenly the grassy green meadow turns into a landscape of dead dried thistles and thorns. The whole meadow is littered with broken Budweiser beer bottles. Long haired young lovers are being dragged across the razor scarp glass edges. Their jagged wounds bleeding lyrics of an old Jimmy Hendricks song, sounding like it is being played on a Fisher Price windup record player. Their lips are wispering "all you need is love" Their eyes are screaming,"All we get are lies" My minds eye begins to strobe in and out of insanity, like an old Filmore West rock concert. I find myself grabbing at pieces of my mind, which are floating in the air all around like paper confetti. Everything that I thought I knew about honesty, truth, fairness, justice, respect, loyalty, love, compassion have been shattered. Frantically, I try to put the pieces back together, building upon the obscure image of the meadow and the bleeding long haired lovers. I add a thought like a picture pezzle piece: This is America, this is uncivil, this is war, this is an Amreican uncivil war; for revolutionaries are fightingf for change, for justice, for peace, for honesty, for integrity, for truth. The government is fighting for freedom; freedom to continue fleecing its population and manipulating third world countries. Freedom to continue drafting America's young men and sending them thousands of miles from American shores to die fighting a war that cannot be won, a war that was set up not to be won. All across America the youth are speaking out against the injustices of their government. In an attempt to control my thoughts I begin to think in poetic verse:
The Civil War was long ago the North's army against the South's
It was fought with guns and swords. This one is being fought with mouths.
Americans against Americans, the battle cry was 'PEACE"
and no one got hurt in the uncivil was until someone called the police.
And the military strategies can;t compare to Grant and Lee
their war was fought in the history books this one was on T.V.
So was Vietnam a smoke screen a topic for debate?
A war to show the viewers while they murdered four students protesting at Kent state? I don't have to be right but I do have a right to be heard

 

Hi everyone.... Just wanted to say a warm hello to Mike bedell, Stacy and Nabor. Still here in las Vegas. Just spoke to Leo Ron last week... Sending my powwow photos all over this country.. Visit my page on FB I wood really like to hear from you... Love always my brothers in arms..... Sagdarel aka...... Buffalo soldier

 

Hey Mike Bedell... One never forgets... I remember when u walked me threw that door at 1915 Oak street ..... Little did I know........and how thankful I am....!!!! Peace/love. dfwolverine@yahoo.com. We bumped into each other in concord, California. Mike said, hey I want to take u to the city and check out this house. A bunch of cool ppl called the Good Earth. And I replyed "let's go" and the rest is history.....sagdarel. Aka. Buffalo soldier

 

hey buffalosolder, mike bedell back at you my brother, I have been reading the back pages looking for all the pieces of my heart I have left along the way. I'm so blessed that it all worked out for you and G E. I knew when I took you to S.F. that It was a match. You have always been a true hearted person and will always have my appreciation and respect. I send to my love from the cener of my heart. looking forward to looking into your eyes.
mike bedell

 

Mike..... It's my pleasure my friend.... It's outstanding to talk to u once again... !!! I can't wait to see u again and to shake your hand.....! I remember that day...! It was forever itched in my mind.....!!!! I'am ever so grateful my brother...!! Ayeeeeee!!!! Aka.. Buffalo soldier. please call me 702-466-0497. Let's talk....!!

 

Hi folks..... Check this out.... The first 4 numbers of my bank account #...........? 1915. How ironic is that..... Lol. Peace/love. Sagdarel

 

Nabor have you ever tried to grow hydroponic food crops in your greenhouse(s)? Year round harvests unaffected by the weather. Just a thought

 

While I would like to attend the get together at Leo Ron's, You guys are scheduling this meeting in the middle of an important Jewish Holiday Sukkot (Tabernacles)and the Joy of the Torah (which runs from the evening of September 30 thru the evening of October 9, 2012). I will thus be unable to attend. Hopefully you will let me know what transpires. I will be incommunicado from the evening of is needed 9/30 thru the evening of 10/2 I will be available, if my counsel, or wanted , from the evening of 10/2 thru the evening of 10/5. I am disappointed but hopefully there will be another time.

 

nabor here, yes been looking into hydropnic strawberries .sorry you can't make it .come on up here have a room you can stay in.