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Thursday, May 15, 2008

From Another Time


I was at the quarry today and this was in the bottom of the pit. Look at it compared to the size of my glove.

This is the fossalized footprint of a Dinosaure. No kidding. I brought it home as a conversation piece, and I am sure it will be with me for a life time. That is just a blink of time considering how long it has been buried. Millions of years! The darned thing was not easy to get either. It was in the ground about 15 feet down and beneath a layer of rock called Cherokee Stone. Where I live is along the front range of the Rocky Mountains. Our quarry is in the foothills, and that my friends, back in the days of the Dinosaure was an inland sea coast. The Dinosaures roamed the banks of the sea, and left us this reminder of the time that humans were not. So next time someone wants to give you the old bible thump about no dinosaures ever existing? Well the proof is in the pudding. One of the toes actually shows skin wrinkles. AMAZING!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Monday, May 12, 2008

Getting Medicine



My very good friend who lives in Santa Monica took a little journey for the preparation for Hamblec'a. White sage grows in Southern CA., and I asked Roberto, the guy with the shirt on his head, to gather sage for me, and as you all can see he did, and did well. He will be flying into Colorado on June 9th, and I'll be picking him up at the airport. Then the 2 of us will be going to Minnisota for this first of the rest of my life, Hamblec'a.

His actor buddy Aubry was so kind as to go with him on the sage gathering duty, and by the looks of it, they hit gold! Gold of the medicine kind.

Mitakuye Oyasin!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

From The Hobo Prohet



Hey all, Here is something that The Hobo Prophet sent for me on this journey I am on. If anyone has been following my BLOG you know the story of The Goose. Well in his heart of hearts, H/P got on the creative boat and took a little trip. It is with great honor I display his artwork here for all to see.

This is one of the people, few and far in between, that I call freind & Brother. Thank you Mr. Aarne!