Greetings realness people! Greetings to you from New Folsom state prison. Actually I only sleep and eat here. I am free to love and be love and realness as much as I want to, and to travel inside to any place in the universe. Most of the time my heart, mind and spirit is somewhere else. Perhaps hanging out with a seagull, Redtail, hawk or black bird in the sky. Sometimes I take off to Sweden, Angola, Norway or France. I go and hang out with loved ones, alive and dead. The ones who past on comes back to me in dreams. My mom often does. Dreams can be a cool place to travel. I use to write them down. I'll start that process again and perhaps, I'll share a few with you all. I had a couple of cool dreams last night, that I should have written down. All I can recall now about one of the dreams is that I was beside a river that forked three directions. The universe is free and like love constantly expanding. Expanding into another dimension or layer of realness.
Good to be writing these newsletters again, and I hope people are getting something out of them. If only a kernal of inspiration to share your realness.
One update in newsletter #2 2005. I spoke about a fellow art assistant that I work with. He had said to me in a conversation with me that black and white people came from different origins. Well we talked again and he said he was mistaken and that he means different cultures and that he to believes that we are all one people. So he and I reached a realness understanding of this planet being of one people. We both moved on through love, brotherhood and realness, which is cool.
PRISON DAY
Tension was heavy today between black and brown prisoners. Someone ran onto another territory after a ball. After he crossed the boundary instead of apologizing he cussed or shall I say, he hurled invective at a couple of people on the other side of the line. Each gang has it's own little niche of land where only their gang hangs out. Each spot is by race and gang. So the guy who stepped out of bounds cussed out o couple of rival gang members. So the people grouped up skin color and by gang. Fortunately nothing big happened. I have been through a few race riots and they really are no fun. Anyways all parties involved in the initial out of bounds confrontation left the yard. It's all pretty stupid I think to separate each other by perceived different race, and then by color and then by gang. We are all in prison. And the pretty little rules to keep people--human beings from coming together in prison--(rules from prisoners and warders) help keep some things sick and unjust. Prison is negative and a punishment, but also a place of redemption, contemplation, growth and education, which each individual must do. Back in the days prison still was not cool. However it use to be a university, a think tank on a large and real scale. Mandatory for prisoners to read, to write and to study to improve
themselves mentally , spiritually and physically. This was maintained by other prisoners. Flags and territory didn't mean anything! What mattered was the realness you had to teach another prisoner. Knowledge, wisdom, understanding and awareness was the goal and norm. Real change started inside the prisoners and flowed into the streets creating realness and inspiring youngsters to stay out
of the prison system.
BIRD STUFF
The rain is coming down not hard but wind is blowing cold. I threw some bread out and a few cow birds, black birds and one fat pigeon came down to feed. On the upper yard where some other bird feeders are is where most of the pigeons hang out even in the cold rain. How cool it must be to fluff your feathers out to stay warm or just have the rain beading off your back like bee bee sized clear marbles.
STAY REAL SECTION
Thanks to you my brother Krister for being my web-site editor and peace G member. Thank you Loriane W. my poetry sister for editing
newsletter #2 2005.
ANGRY YOUNGSTER
I know you, for you are me.
I was angry at my dad.
I was angry at the school for having classes at the church for
being made to go
I tried to take heads off
when some one used a racial slur
or I thought they were about too.
I was angry at love for dropkicking my heart.
I was angry at God, if there is one.
I was angry at teachers
even though I was not open
to be taught.
I was angry at religion
for telling me everything was a sin.
I was angry.
CLOSING THOUGHTS
A fellow prisoner approached me with my newsletter #9, 2004 and said his mom had sent it to him and that it was a blessing-- that he found realness in it, great! Peace, love and realness is what the Peace G is about! May joy, growth and awareness of self and Mother Earth be yours! May we all see the light in each other!
/Spoon
