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Thank you. M.T.

MT
Thank you for this message of universal wisdom and truth on this day of ridiculous flag waving, overeating,drinking and war re-enactment.
"We must all scream together"
That is the truth

firework made of sulfer and elements
billows smoke clouds vision and lung
charred remains littering meadow
like red white and blue cigarette butts

I can never read your posts with pictures attached as the words are printed on the right side of your pictures and no matter what I try to do, I cannot read them.

Thanks for the post. For some time now, I've been moving in the direction of a womam's and indian's consciousness. When first coming here I was intrigued by the meaning of Ojai as moon in Chumash and valley and nest in white man's mind, all womamly qualities. For the last three days on Shelf Road, I have encountered this hawk. The first day she sat on top of a telephone pole and spoke to me for a long time, squeaking in 4-5-6 rhythm. The second day she sat directly on top of large pine tree like some Christmas tree ornament. The tree was in the valley near that large rock on the Gridley Road side, so I was almost at the same height she was and not far away. She sat on the tree and myself on the rock. Again she chirped in that 4-5-6 rhythm, mostly 5's. When she flew off she just stepped gracefully into the wind; it was so beautiful, not the usual bird hop takeoff. On the way home, walking down Gridley, I was thinking of her, sort of decoding her message, when a feather suddenly appeared at my feet. I almost stepped on it. It was fairly large and with the beautiful colors of a red tailed hawk like her. I believe it was a gift from her. About two weeks ago a young man who is into Indian lore stopped me and gave me a flicker feather which he said was the name of a woodpecker, and which the shamans used to wear because it had great power. I wear the two feathers in my hat. Today again I heard a hawk squeal but I couldn't see her. I have been invoking Ojai as a womam and now she seems to be conjuring me. I call this womam consciousness The Lover and Godus and she has much to do with the founding of The Lover Government which will happen this Saturday, 7/7/07 at 0707 at the Ojai Fountain. Did you see Michael Shapiro's guest editorial today about Caltrans and the trucks? Ojai is threatened with destruction by moneyists. On the first day I talked with her, the hawk was referring to a "party" about a dozen boys were having below, and indirectly about the Red Brown and Blue Party which is sponsoring The Love Government inauguration on Saturday. Red brown and blue are significant colors which have to do with a natural womam's consciousness. Now this thread goes up about the Mayans. I used to have a pouch made by Mayan womem which I had around my neck. It served its purpose so I gave it away. We need a very powerful womam's consciousness if we are to save Ojai from the likes of Caltrans which is the epitome of a patriarchal power structure, the very opposite of what an Indian womam and a free hawk represents. There's a huge consciousness collision going on here in Ojai. I am doing my bit for love and peace so we don't get trucked over or buried in gravel. We all have our roles to play. Up on Shelf below one of the green benches, people have thrown trash down about 30 feet; the bank is too steep to retrieve so there it sits. Yesterday, a mostly empty bottle of Imperial beer from Costa Rica was still standing by the bench. I brought it down to the dog poop garbage can, leaving it outside so that some homeless person wouldn't have to dig through poop. Here's an example of the craziness of globalization. You know how heavy a case of beer is. Multiply that by thousands, trucked to a ship, brought here, and trucked again to some store so some one could suck it down on Shelf. Globalization in spades which probably destroys part of Costa Rica. Think of all the trash we throw away into our gargage containers; it's not as rude as throwing it down a hill but it's in the same category. To do all that shipping and still make money means they are paying slave wages to some poor souls in Costa Rica. Enough already. Love, Dennis.

My dear, deer friend, Wandering Wolf. I want to thank you from the deepest depths of my heart for all that you have been doing for Gaia. The journey has been long, long, long and fraught with peril. Know that you are cherished forever from the halls of the celestial to the deepest depths of the bardo, for the great work you have been doing. You are the water pourer. So many of my tears have been for you. Each one contains applause, gratitude... all the colors of the rainbow. May peace continue to grow in your heart like an infinite lotus flower. At night your brightness keeps the diamond gleaming and dreaming. I am just a sweeper and am at your service. Thanks for all the crows! CAU CAU CAU Big Shout to MT for his endurance in shining his facets so alarmingly well.

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I already arrived to my country town (Guatemala) and was thinking on this independence day of the USA nation. While thinking was analyzing and asking myself: ¿'what independence? - are we all human beings free? - Are we allow to express our feelings and is someone hearing us to stop the war? - We have independence? - I don't think so! - Sometimes, we are afraid to talk, are afraid to say the sadness of our souls, are not free to fight against the pollution, are not free to fight against contamination and destruction of our Sacred Mother Earth. Independence will come when hunger stop, when needy people and animals will have food and shelter. This is a little something I wanted to share with my brothers and sisters of the world.

I was walking down Drown today with the hawk and flicker feathers in my cap when this man in a truck stops and begins talking about the feather; he says it is a tail feather from a red tail hawk, and quite rare; shamans considered hawks as messengers of the gods since they rode the thermals up to their abode; turns out he taught the young man who gave me the flicker feather; then he gives me a raven feather which he says is for magic. Later I pass a womam pushing a baby stroller; she recognizes the red tail hawk's tail feather and says she hopes to find one someday. Now I have three feathers in my cap. I will wear them tomorrow at the inauguration of The Love Government by the Red Brown and Blue Party at the Fountain at 0707. There's a synchronicity going on with my thoughts lately. I was thinking about the red tailed hawk day before yesterday and a hawk gives me her feather; I'm walking by Meg's store and this voice says "go in." I'm thinking this is crazy why should I go in I have no need to and this is probably a crazy voice, but I backtrack and go in anyway; I'm walking around bored, thinking why am I here; then I see it, the postcard with the feather, and the words: "breathe with me." That was the message from the hawk and her mother the earth. Then last week I'm walking on Shelf thinking about the red in Red Brown and Blue Party when this red haired womam walks by with her dog; then I'm standing looking out over the valley eating an orange when another red haired womam walks by, this time no dog; she catches up with the first womam because the first womam stops walking, and I think they're sisters, but no, the second womam walks right by; I meet her coming back and note she has sunglasses; I feel some attraction to her but not to the first womam. I've never seen redheads up there but when I'm thinking red, two of them show up. What's going on? And then I meet this red tailed hawk. Anyway, the train leaves from the fountain/station at 7:07 AM tomorrow, train 777 I think, bound for parts unknown; meets the midnight special at Tombstone on the next full moon. You're all welcome to come along for the ride. All aboard. Now that I think of it, my grandfather, Dennis, worked for the Great Northern Railroad, and used to buy fish from the Indians along the route, funny how these old stories come back now, like his telling me about the fox chasing the rabbit, and how the rabbit runs in front of the train and stops the fox. Life is all about making connections and getting on board the right trains. Been reading the blogs, and do we need Indian guides. Well, I've got to catch my connection right now. See you around. Love, Dennis.

"Somos Uno - 7/7 Message of the Maya Elders." Today is 07/07/07. If 7 is a lucky number, then today is a lucky day. At 0707 I read a Declaration of Idependence to balance our recent Day of Independence, and to inaugurate The Love Government. See http://thelovegovernment.blogstream.com. I was listening for the message from the elders. I wore three feathers in my cap: from a flicker, a red tail hawk and a raven. The day started out with partial sun, then turned foggy prior to and during the reading and immediately after the reading to brilliant sun. I was disappointed in the weather because Evan Austin was taping it and I wanted to show off Ojai in the best possible light. Afterwards when the sun came out the post office tower and surroundings were marvelous in the morning light. Then I got it, the message from the elders. Myself and the world is enveloped in a fog which is burned off by the sunlight of love. Thanks, elders, for your message, and for the feathers; flicker for power, red tail hawk for messenger from the Great Spirit, and raven for magic and shape shifting. See what you can do to save Ojai from the forces that want to destroy her. Show Caltrans and the money powers of this world what you can do through the power of love. Good luck to all on this very lucky day. Love, Dennis.