Pudgy Indian

It's been a bit since I've written here. I think I'm just gonna play catch up with you all and ask for special prayers.

Cynthia is on the verge of losing her house. It is a stressful challenge when one faces forclosure as she has several times. It brings up a lot of self-esteem, self-worth, etc. She is an awesome human being and is currently hurting from this and other things. I think she can handle the other stuff well, but if you all would add her to your prayers, it would be much appreciated.

Felicia went home on Sunday, and Cynthia came over and picked me up. We went shopping for clothes at a factory outlet mall near Woodburn. It wasn't so bad because I had good company. Usually these types of places bother the shit out of me and the only way I can handle them if I find myself heading there is if I'm stoned. We got to her Beautiful home in the hills outside of Silverton and talked into the wee hours of the night.

The view of the stars from her property is amazing. We smoked cigarettes (she is the only person I smoke cigarettes with) and prayed and discussed our project and life in general.

[Lisa Loving just stopped by and gave a flying faery pose with an expression that made me laugh and clap. KBOO is wonderful!]

Monday, we got up and started creating maps to get us to where we need to go with our project. It was beautiful out.

We went to the sweat on Monday. Little Buffalo poured water, and he had me help out. I was honored but also confused since this was the first time I've sweated with Little Buffalo. It was a great ceremony and many wonderful and personal things happened in there. I kept seeing a lot of light, but knew it wasn't really light...I think. Strange, yet comforting and sweet. My prayer for myself initially came out as one word, "trust." Initially I didn't want to say anymore, but felt the urge to elaborate. Like the way I'm dealing with my job, instead of walking out on Friday, giving a week notice, and no, I really don't give a shit about a reference from them. So I started telling of my trust for myself to fall in Love with Mikhelle. To trust Love from Mikhelle. To trust spirit to motivate me to leave my work for something better which I currently cannot physically see. To trust in this project with Cynthia. To trust the feelings I receive from spirit. ...To trust myself. None of those words needed to be said, but I said them and it was beautiful. I LOVE YOU MIKHELLE! I ALSO LOOK FORWARD TO SWEATING WITH YOU SOON!

I also got to be a shoulder for a friend to cry on. Cynthia cried a lot on my shoulder and we sat in her truck for about an hour and a half after we pulled up to her house. It was so good! She is such a wonderful human being. I am so glad to call her friend.

Cynthia took me to work the following day, and just for the fuck of it, I went in two hours late. We had coffee at Grendel's and still started finding things for us to look into that might be helpful for the project we are working on.

I went to work and felt that nasty dirty feeling, and realized the biggest reason I gave my notice instead of just walking out was so I could hang out with Carly and Carolyn a few more times. Although we will be keeping in touch, we won't be spending so much time together.

I then went and hung out with my friend Danielle. We watched a wonderful movie that I reccomend to one and all called, "Breakfast on Pluto." It is about an Irish tranny, and is so funny, tragic, and beautiful. We also talked a lot. Danielle does ceramic works that are truly an inner expression of her personal beauty and pain. We went to breakfast this morning where I sat next to an elderly couple from Virginia. I struck up a conversation with them because I Love you so, Mikhelle, and knew they lived in the same state on the other side of Turtle's back. Though I didn't ask if they knew you or of the city where you live, I felt like it was a beautiful connection between us. I Love you, Mikhelle.

Then I came here to the BOO to catch up on all of my stuff! There is so much!

As I was talking with Leigh Anne a little bit ago, she informed me she was unable to get Cecilia Fire Thunder, president of the Oglala Nation, to do an interview on tomorrows show! TOMORROW'S SHOW! OH FUCK! I'M ON THE AIR TOMORROW! I think Victor Mandan is coming down to play music, and I requested that Leigh Anne look into someone doing an interview with us about what is currently happening in Ontario with the Mohawk Nation. Sounds like another potential Oka, but I haven't read anything yet about what is happening.

Justin and Ani have both come up to me to ask if I had seen South Park last night. They told me of the Indian Casino episode. I didn't see it last night, but I've seen the episode before. A couple of my favorite parts were when the Indians decided to give the town sars infested blankets which the infected by rubbing blankets with sick Chinese men. Another part was when Stan made a journey to find the holy white medicine man who gave him the cure for sars, which happened to be chicken soup, dayquil, and sprite. This episode is so fucking funny. I laughed so hard my face hurt. If you get a chance to see it, do.

And that brings me to this moment! And there you all go. Many blessings to you all, more tomorrow!