Veteran.

“I have this thing I do” he motions silently with his hands, two fingers, index and middle straight out clawlike,

others drawback crouched waiting, moves right hand up to forhead, third eye, pulls energy out straight forward,

[gravely voice with power and intention] “BRING IT.”

PUlls back with force his Will. Open hand to hardened Fist. A fist that is Ready. A fist that does not fear.

A voice that knows what it is doing.

Our minds get fixed by habit. Same shit different day, you've heard it.
But see the thing is to switch routines. On occasion, fecal matter will 
utilize dreams and

Dreams will Be offspring of devoured life.
For life sustains itself through death.

Cycling through doubts past feelings of nothing
Too often a memory offers support
we have encountered similar events before

But Not like this

Welcome Home.
Rode the tracks from where one stands, to where one will 
Portal Rainbows from the gold in their hearts here
to the gold in their hearts where they will be

Welcome home. To this dancing parade

Back in this Catatonic Charade, you dream of that place
But no one sees the dancing, the world cannot dream with you just yet.

There is day.

Our bones have become grounded to our skin
We are tight knit but loosley strung
When our words cross beams
They react like ghostbuster streams
Atomic devastation
Instanteous realization and
annulment of past lies and whole screams

So remember when your heart is somewhere else
you too can soon be there

Pushing a shopping cart through the food mart.

What’s it like watching people shop?

Something drops, and rolls in front of our cart

. A mushroom on the floor, and SWooooop down to pick it up. Hands it back to the sunglassed earplugged

human, who looks at mother and says something about the mushroom.

‘yeah it’s a nice looking mushroom…’

What else can be said?

“Anyways it looks like you have a bodyguard here.”

Points to me.

I stand up real straight, shoulders back, hands behind my back, attention stance.

See him on another aisle he asks where the eggs are, he says he is not from around here I don’t know says I

Then he leads the way in exploration Finds eggs next to brews, “That makes sense, because they both ferment.”

“I’ve been traveling. Got my kids through college then sold the house and hit the road so they couldn’t move back in with me.”

I tell him I want to travel, he asks where and I say the national parks. He says, “I used to work for the Forestry Service back in the 70’s.”

I’m thinking, I have heard about the FS interactions with Rainbow Gatherings, outta ask him his experience.

Ah, I’ll wait, ‘Cas he starts to walk off down the brew aisle.

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See him outside the mart, preparing to embark on his motorcycle.

"Are you still lost?" Says he. "Just tell mother that you are going on a
short trip and don't come back for a few years."

I liked that Idea, seeing as years prior attempts to leave forever ended in return.

His plates say Some state far away. A lady around his age, 50-60 walks up, says
"it's hot, I just drove down from Tacoma Washington."
 Man looks to me then to her, "Is this your mother?" Lady looks at me starts
shaking head, he throws in "girlfriend?!",
"No she insists, I don't know him." He looks to me, says "he doesn't seem to
 have too many needs..."
 The two of them chit a little about chat for uhh, aaabout twelve seconds. 

Lady bids farewell and safe travels, gets in her car and leaves.

What do you mean by needs, I ask. (forget exactly what he said now.)

He talks more about working for FS. I ask if he ever came across any Rainbow Family.
"Yeah they are just free spirits. Just travel around." Thoughts say well there are
many different types of people who join at these gatherings, silence, listening.
 "And even many of them don't agree with what some of the others are doing.
Some nice people, just free spirits..."

Hands me a card. Says state trooper on it. 

"Surprisingly, I wouldn't go after kids with spiky", he flashes his hand above
his head's hair.

"I'd pull over the kids in the bmw's, who'd try to tell me:
 'wait wait you can't give me a ticket, if you just wait until monday you can call
my 'Faaaaaather' at his office...--', I'd write them tickets."

"My son is twenty-five and he's been traveling awhile [after graduating college]--
*Grins* I wonder who he got it from....[4 second Pause]
It's never too late. Just don't carry a gun."

"Just remember to notice what's around you. Know what I mean?" 

I look across the parking lot to the cars driving by on the road. My sight
is getting hazy as it does in situations like this. The trees look alive.

No says I, what does that mean?
"Situational awareness........Knowing where your eggs are." 

My mind goes to this situation. What's going on?

He puts on his silver helmet, "just go do it, it's never too late."

I walk accross the parking lot to the sidewalk under the eves out from some shops.
He turns the same way though his motorcycle was facing the opposite direciton.
Stops at the stop sign, though it seems hardly necessary in this parking lot area.
Drives by my post on the sidewalk without seeming to look again. 

Suppose he gave his attention to me on foot.
Motorcycle he's a trooper.

Departure always brings hope.