~~~~~~~~ Oct. 1996 , Abandoned Mining Claim , Arizona Desert ~~~~~~~~
In 1996 , I had been Planning for at least a year , To Take a Road Trip ,
In Sept. of that year , I rolled out of the City in the Cheapest Vehicle I owned , a 1970 VW Bus ,
that I paid $150 for . with a set of my Construction Tools ,,,
My Mechanic's tool box , a few T-Shirts and a few pairs of Levis 501 jeans ,,
a Brand New Acoustic Road Guitar ,,,
and not a twit more ,,
Minimal , as in ,
almost nothing .
Reasoning at the time was : " I've owned everything I have ever wished to own ,, and it ended up
owning me like a Slave ,,, I'm done with ownership and it's self propitiated slavery ,,
I'm gonna buy me back from it , and Freedom shall I sell myself to . "
You don't go that deep , unless you've gone crazy , so , in my Craziness ,,, I took myself back from the enslaving
attributes of " Ownership " and,,,,,
Rolled away from the Insanity of living a Life Owned by Shiny Objects .
It was perhaps along a Stream in the Rain Forest of the state of Washington , or may in fact have
been while sitting atop a Boulder along the Great Divide in the Rockies ,
That I took assessment of my conditions ,
I had enough Money , enough sustenance , enough Road , and freedom to do just about
anything I wished , Time was Eternity , and " enough " was all anyone really needs .
I realized there , that the Bolt that Held the Door to Freedom , was Forged of Fear , and as I'd
evidenced for myself ,, was much easier to unlock than my Fears allowed me to believe .
The Fear , was as well , much easier to release than I had feared ,, Haven't had a Visit
from Fear since I kicked it out of my life .
I was " FREE " , and that realization , in that site , on that day , Birthed The Largest Inspiration of my life ,
and that was , To live forever free through a Life Style of Perpetual Motion like a Rolling Stone .
" This kid shall gather no Moss from this moment on "
Vows you make with yourself , Must always been Golden in their Value to you ,
or it follows , you will indeed break them , and fall down on yourself ,
Intentions , must always be backed with steel Will ,,, and through that , You'll be fine ,, you'll make it .
I had a decade or two before , found an abandoned mining claim , far enough from any habitation ,
that a Person could experience almost total solitude ,,
it's set between two distant ridges , along a narrow valley Floor in the southern Desert of Arizona .
Owing to my first spat of Employment along the Road , would be in Phoenix , I sought out that
old claim as a Base Camp , 25 miles as the Buzzard flies , North of the City ,, perfect short drive
to Work along a scenic road ,,, and far enough away for it's purpose , I had it made without the shade .
After Checking in and filing the proper documents with my new Employer , I drove out to the Claim
and Parked , got out , climbed the Small Peak the Mine is in , and examined my Surroundings ,,
again , Perfect ,
for , where I park the Bus , it's not Visible to the cars that pass along the Road two miles distant ,
( Well , you know how some people ,,, will snoop , and a lone vehicle in a Desolate site , will draw the
Radar of their snoopishness )
Situated to one side of the Valley , I had the complete View across it , adding to the feeling
of being distant and secluded .
Perfect is a Description , it is as well , a state of being ,, and my being deserved a bit of Perfect at this
Juncture in Life .
With Minimal , you haven't really a lot to do to set up Camp , It's a Matter of Just sit down anywhere ,
relax , enjoy the elements surrounding you as you re-learn how to Breath in Peace .
To The East of my Camp , is the Higher of the Two Ridges , Midst of the Ridge is a Low Saddle where
the ridge dips and then rises again on it's way to the joining of the Northern Ridge line ,,
In this setting , You may , as I had , get the feeling that you have protective walls around you
that block out the activities of the rest of the Hominids that share this Stone in Space .
Comforting to know and feel .
As the Evening slides it's pretty face over you in the Skies , The Sun sets in mid October ,
right dead center of that Saddle of the Eastern Ridge ,, Ominous sight in it's own right ,
for it appears as though the Sun is sitting in it, cupped and supported by the Saddle .
The thought , that sights as this , viewed by Ancients , gave them inspiration for some of
the Symbolic found mounted upon their important Monuments .
In that feel , I am Timeless , I might as well be thousands of years back , or perhaps Thousands
of years beyond our next Apocalypse , where all we have Erected in support of our current Civilization ,,
we have destroyed .
Almost complete silence , with exception of the sound a slight breeze creates while slipping
around the needles of Cacti , which , given their slim girth , is barely perceptible if not but
for the fact , everything else is too Sun Scorched to move .
Sun has set a few hours , Tune has all day , been fiddling away inside my head ,
and , if I don't let it out , I will not sleep , I sit down in the door way of the Bus , strumming the Guitar,,
Lyrics flow as though they've always been an imprint of my soul ,,,
at Peace , and no expectations can disturb it .
Not long after the Sun has , in it's slow lazy way , slid down below the Apex of that Saddle out
before me ,,, a small very bright light , in reverse of the Suns action , rises above the Saddle midway
as the breeze drops a bit ,, I remain strumming and singing , but begin to slip off and away
from concentration of my actions ,, the Star ,, as I thought it to be ,,, was rising from the wrong direction ,,
and that was why it bothered me ,,
I stopped strumming ,,, and began watching ,,,
((((( Side Note , Octo , will in her next post , be mean to me )))))