Friday, October 21, 2016


Maybe destiny is not such a complicated thing and requires no grand sacrifice and commitment of us.  Perhaps those men who will achieve great things were born to a predetermined course and they had no say in the matter, they simply walk down the only path they know until they reach their destination.

Maybe these men that history has chosen to remember by their deeds or misfortunes or their sheer dumb luck, were simply passing by and stumbled into a moment they could not get out of... and the rest, as they say, is history.

It could be that for some men their lives have been written down and no matter what they do or how far and fast they run in the opposite direction of it, they simply cannot escape who and what they were chosen to be... the role they were meant to play in the grand scheme of things... maybe.

My friend Cris often says “a penny short and a minute too late” when there is not enough money or time for the things he wants.  I  found myself using that same phrase a few days ago when I missed out on a piece of property that my instincts told my to grab while I had the chance, but the moment came and went like the smile of a beautiful woman through the window of a passing train... I was... a penny short and a minute too late - destiny, could it be?

But why would destiny play such games with us - that we find our-selves stumbled into a moment with our pants down - so to speak, why would she give us a glimpse of something that is beyond your reach - not just at that moment, but it will always be unattainable for you, because that is not your destiny and no matter how much you hope and dream and visualize yourself grabbing it, no matter how much power of the mind and energy of spirit you exert, that thing that you want will forever be a dream because destiny has made other plans for you... could it be.

Let’s say that a man - out of all the men the world, was born into the world  for no other purpose but to stand witness to an event... to be at a certain place at a certain time, perhaps to lend assistance in a horrible event - to save the life of one who has a greater purpose, to offer a kind smile or just to listen to a poor man's sad story and offer encouragement, to offer an old man a seat on a train or bus, to help a lonely old lady cross a street, to drop a dollar in a beggars cup, maybe this one man was chosen - out of all the men in the world, to write an article that would change the lives of other men, paint a work of art that would convince others of the greatness of God, introduce another man to the woman he will marry and have a child with that will go on to save the world... destiny... disguised as simple little moments that we never pay attention to and may never loose too much sleep worrying over.

But if destiny was that simple and all I had to do was step out the door and smile at a stranger passing by who was determined to go on a killing spree that day... but gave the world another chance because of my careless smile... how would I know that I am then free to do as I please with the rest of my life - now that I have fulfilled my destiny?

And what of these men the world calls ‘men of destiny’ that go on to achieve greatness despite their disadvantages, disabilities, lack of education and their unfortunate circumstances, Men that went on to build fortunes that were raised in poverty and surrounded by negativity, men that  would become liberators and great leaders with no knowledge of politics and no military training... is it destiny or their stubborn persistence and immovable determination.

I believe in destiny - that everything happens for a reason, that for every choice I make, destiny has chosen an outcome. Every path I take leads me to where I am meant to be - but I have to make those choices, I have to walk the path... I have to know what it is that I want and go find it.  I believe destiny offers each of us the opportunity to make our dreams come true - but many are not paying attention to those moments - the simple moments and many do not take advantage of the opportunities because many do not know what those opportunities are - but I also believe that we have to create our own moments and our own opportunities because creating an opportunity creates a new path that destiny must create, because destiny chooses the predetermined outcome for every choice we make, then she must create a new outcome every time I chose another option - if plan ‘A’ does pan out, then I will move to plan ‘B’.  And the more you try, with honorable determination and sincerity, you show destiny your intention and will and desire for that thing, and I believe destiny will help you achieve your goal.

Bret Lynch

"If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you'll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!"

Berton Braley

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Sunday, October 9, 2016

At the end of the road

Where I want to be when it all goes to Hell.

It would be a little place hidden from the world, remote and hard to get to where social justice do-gooders and new world faggots have no business, need, nor desire to go, in a country that does not entangle itself in the affairs of other nations and prefers to be left alone, whose only dealing with other countries is in the interest of the growth of it’s economy.  This little place should already have a community - people who know the region and how to survive there without the help of the outside world - if I am going there then I will adopt their ways, I have no intention of forcing my ideas and beliefs on the natives... but if I am bringing something to help their community grow and prosper, should I be allowed to speak my mind and be left alone to live as I have chosen? 

There should be a water source and it would  be good to have access to the sea, good land for livestock and farming, forests and mountains, protection from neighboring countries and wildlife for hunting and streams and lakes for fishing.  Secluded and isolated and forgotten by the world...

Am I asking for too much... is there such a place left in the Americas... a few, actually.

At the end of the road.

A little village (literally) at the end of the road.  Founded some time in the mid 1960s, and named after the Half Breed liberator of Chile, Bernardo O’Higgens, It sits hidden from the world where the Southern Highway ends and between it and the tip of South America there is not much more but nature on the Chilean side of Patagonia

It has a population of 600 (maybe 700) people, the children of the founders and their children and others who have chosen to come.  The economy - what there is of it is based on tourism, Chileans and Argentinians and a few others coming to view the glaciers, to hike the mountains and camp, and for the fishing.  There are a few small hostels and hotels and cabanas for rent.  There are small ranches - cattle and sheep.  You can get there by car or fly in - the runway sits on the side of the small town.  There is a radio station - I speak Spanish but have no idea what the hell these people are saying - The Chilean dialect and accent sound poetic, but it is tough to understand. There is a school, some shops and a small military regiment - to keep Argentina from invading (it’s happened before... you know how socialist countries cam be...). But basically that’s it. There is no dentist, no doctor and no hospital - so it would be good to have a medical professional among our tribe... my skills only go so far. There is no super market, no hardware store, and no bank... no bank? No money... if you are traveling down there take cash, like I said the economy is practically non existent, these people are self-sufficient, they are strong and there mostly because they have chosen to be there.

This is rough and tumble country where the gaucho tradition lives on... Am I trading my cowboy hat for a beret... I already got one, but I think I’ll keep the cowboy hat... I’ll say this, those beret wearing mother-fuckers down there are tough.  The area is surrounded by hills and forests and lakes and rivers and there is fishing and hunting, there are bobcats, pumas, and huemul and mink.

Except for the land being un-farmable, the place is perfect for me and I could be quite content in Patagonia working my small ranch, forgotten by the world... I have been thinking of it for a long time now. This place is getting to the edge of the world and it does get very cold.  The houses and building here are made of wood - I would prefer a stone house but I have not seen any.  There is poverty here and the government even built little houses for some of the residents.  Governments being as they are they do require contributions (as it is called here), and those must be paid - taxes - now, being in a place where the economy is mostly tourism means in order for me to pay my share of the contributions I would have to find a way to make money off the land so I would have to put up a hotel and some cabanas to rent out, and I would have to continue to do business with the modern world - day-trading and brokering... but I basically want to be left alone - don’t know how much money can be made from the tourism and the cattle and sheep... but can only find out by spending more time there... ‘Option B’ is a farm further north... or becoming Russian... but I could just stay in Mexico... with my people... where I belong.

Russia just got 40 million citizens to participate in evacuation and safety drills in preparation for what might be war with the United States, they have never made a secret of their military strength and the fact that they can save close to 70% of their population if they went to nukes with the U. S.  - I won’t give a penny to fight a country that promotes Christianity, big traditional families and traditional gender roles, that tries to protect the young from homosexual propaganda, and is doing more to try to stop terrorist in the middle east... someone tell me who the good guys are again... because I’m having trouble with reality.  The United states is a country were the government runs psy-ops on its citizens, promotes division, allows abortion, has more people in prison than any other country, so many laws and restriction, licenses, permits, and regulations that will make your head spin, taxes up the ass.... does not give a damn if they go to nukes with the Russians and can (or will not) save its citizens, and you need permission to build a bunker in your back yard... insane... either unchain me my lord to burn it all down or allow me to walk away from it all in peace...

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

The Seekers

John Masefield

FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.
Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind,
For we go seeking a city that we shall never find.
There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we--
Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see.
Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,
And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.
We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells,
And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells.
Never the golden city, where radiant people meet,
But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street.
We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim,
And sunset shows us spires away on the world's rim.
We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by,
Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky.
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode,
But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.