Archives for October 2010

My Life is a River

Checkerboard Mesa

It’s 1 A.M. in the morning and I am inspired to write. Why is that? This thought came into my head because I no longer suffer from the writers block. All of a sudden I feel inspired to write. Life is like a river. I’m a desert rat and river rat and this is how I live. The desert canyon country is my dwelling. Because life is a river, I do not know whats around the next bend in the canyon or when the next major rapid is going to challenge my raft.

So I spent the whole evening watching episodes of the X-Files and the adventures of Scully and Mulder. They are two complete opposites but they make a team like bread and butter. It’s nice to see the harmony between the two FBI characters as they investigate the paranormal mysteries of our time. Ya, it’s just a TV show but I have a lot of affinity for it and I am not one to watch television at all. I spend most of my time taking pictures or going into the hills looking for the shadows that creep in stone labyrinths of the wilderness. I’ve had my own experiences with the Unknown and the unexplainable. Who knows what’s out there? But if you go with me on enough adventures, you too will experience the same phenomena.

The mountains, desert, and wilderness have shaped my politics and how I see the world. It was the starting point that I began to dream about things bigger than myself. It all starts with something as simple as being in nature and listening to the wind. That’s where the real power in this world resides, not in materialistic ignorance or the lustful trinkets of our modern secular world.

I’m not in the mood to proof-read this or re-edit so I’ll just leave-it-be…

The Howling Wind Tells the Story

The Hitch Hiker

Do you ever listen to the wind, the silence, the rattling aspen leaves? Have you considered the end of the world, lately? Today feels very uncertain. The final throws of summer are dying; crickets still sing at night. Off in the distance I listen to the hum of the freeway, diesels and cars fly down I-15. Sunflowers are dangling in the wind bright as yellow day. I watched the purple sun vanish through a dark slit in the sky and celebrated a friend’s birthday at a local Japanese restaurant called, Ninja. When I came home this evening, I cracked open an interesting read titled, Lame Deer – Seeker of Visions. It provoked some thoughts on where our world is headed. I can’t help but think – we are approaching a cataclysmic change. Maybe this is why there’s so many dust-devils chasing through the desert? In the wasteland, the wind howls through the skeletal remains of our decaying civilization. Something unknown brews the outskirts of our modern life. While we are being drenched with mass media at the very center of all our populated cultural icons, something undeniably and truthfully cold is growing on the edges of our dream… Here’s what Lame Deer said about his vision:

“In my vision the electric light will stop sometime. It is used too much for TV and going to the moon. The day is coming when nature will stop the electricity. Police without flashlights, beer getting hot in the refrigerators, planes dropping from the sky, even the President can’t call up somebody on the phone. A young man will come, or men, who’ll know how to shut off all electricity. It will be painful, like giving birth. Rapings in the dark, winos breaking into the liquor stores, a lot of destruction. People are being too smart, too clever; the machine stops and they are helpless, because they have forgotten how to make due without the machine. There is a Light Man coming, bringing a new light. It will happen before this century is over. The man who has this power will do good things too — stop all atomic power, stop wars, just by shutting the white electro-power off. I hope to see this, but then I’m also afraid. What will be will be.”