Exploration for life, to plant seeds, to Kindle Fires, will resume soon. Another.....

### Exploration for life, to plant seeds, to Kindle Fires, will resume soon. Another two full days of repair work and the vehicle should be almost ready but departure cannot resume until after Friday when a very expensive battery arrives that was used up on the Sprint from North Carolina to Standing Rock last fall. If you have recommendations of folks who would like to provide a night's lodging,  (traveling in the Midwest region for the next several months), or folks that should receive a visit, please let me know and I'll begin to put things on maps. Departure is from Bemidji Minnesota. Directions will be determined by you, in part,  which of you reply with what suggestions. He wept, wiped tears from his eyes, the nice, large, late forties man in his big white pickup truck, as he heard the story of the vehicle, the journey, the quest. He was deeply moved by my rhetorical question, what are we leaving our kids and grandkids? His heart was most definitely stirred. The one thing required, the only thing required, for a decent future for all creation is stirred Hearts. Sometimes this journey does that. Also, donations are welcome and needed at my email address start underscore loving at yahoo.com. (Those of you that watch this journey but never help, if the words, voyeurism, freeloader, do not fit, please don't wear them.)

Another all-day attack on the repair and upgrade of the vehicle prior to resumption of the search for life in the United States begun.....

Another all-day attack on the repair and upgrade of the vehicle prior to resumption of the search for life in the United States begun last September 2nd and resuming this weekend I expect. Major progress on the punch list. Major dapl repairs now complete. Many minor enhancements done and some left to go. Thank you mr. Credit card.

Where am I traveling next? This question is regularly

Where am I traveling next? This question is regularly asked. Wherever I might be found, my answer. Jesus' answer, too, I suspect.

Online they had a menu it said two pancakes for $2. I just learned from the very very kind warm-hearted waitress that the menu online......

Online they had a menu it said two pancakes for $2. I just learned from the very very kind warm-hearted waitress that the menu online is old and they don't know how to take it down. This after I indicated there was nothing on their menu I could afford. I'll buy your pancakes she said. I had hoped it would be a high-traffic local restaurant where people have the chance to have their hearts stirred by the vehicle. And on that count I was correct. So that's how I justify the expense of a two or three dollar breakfast.

Regarding Syria: What I know is that I don't know what's going on in Syria, and neither do you. They have.....

Regarding Syria: What I know is that I don't know what's going on in Syria, and neither do you. They have oil, they sit on valuable oil Transit routes, and they don't do what the United States tells them to. You don't think your government is lying to you? Do you think your government would hesitate for one second to conduct a gas attack on Syrians for oil?

Real activists fight to win. Faux activists fight because it makes them feel good. Their opposition fights to win.

Real activists fight to win.
Faux activists fight because it makes them feel good.
Their opposition fights to win.

"I envy you for what you're doing sir," he said. "I wish I were free to do it." "Everyone can do it," I said. "All you......

"I envy you for what you're doing sir," he said. "I wish I were free to do it."  "Everyone can do it," I said. "All you have to do is lay down everything that Society tells us to value. Going on twenty years now ago I forsaw that everything was collapsing, the economy, democracy, environment. I said to myself, 'James, what are you doing about this?' The answer was, 'Making excuses for myself why I couldn't try.' Once I saw that, I was unable to keep making excuses and I've been trying to get in the way ever since." I added, "And yes, just like the man Jesus said it would, it has cost me everything, husband, wife, houses, fields, son, daughter, and it has brought on persecutions... $300,000 a year career in high-tech, everything that goes with that, most recently facing a year in prison and $3,000 fine for standing up for human rights of our native sisters and brothers and our water at Standing Rock... oh, and thousands of dollars and cost done by our sisters and brothers in uniform to this vehicle and my belongings on the day of the arrest.."  I simply told him the truth. I don't think he liked to the answer. Did the truth sstir his heart? It doesn't seem it, but who knows? In time?

Thank you parking lot sister. Yesterday she gave me $3. "Do you collect money," she asked? "This is all.....

Thank you parking lot sister. Yesterday she gave me $3. "Do you collect money," she asked? "This is all I have."  "I accept donations," I said. and then she came back half an hour later and gave much more. (I never ask in word or mannerism, not if I am on death's door, I will not ask. I do share the opportunity from time to time. How can I not offer to share this banquet of Daily Bread, of opportunity to serve in solidarity from the soul?) " I'm going away for the weekend, and I thought to myself, how can you go away for the weekend and not help someone who is working for our young ones?" Her kindness moved me deeply then and now. The $20 is partly on the table with this breakfast. But the kindness, that's what moves me. That's Creator where I see It and secondarily in nature. This yesterday in the hardware store parking lot where I had been working all day. Maybe 15% of what I spent in the store yesterday. LOL. Credit cards. She had gone in shopping for half an hour. An early forties woman. Lived in Sudan at some point and I mentioned to her my first Washington DC hunger strike of 50 days, February in Washington DC, 24 hours a day in front of the Sudanese embassy, very cold as I recall.  2007, trying to stop the genocide in Darfur.

A soldier of War for the Corp.s is wounded, you spare no expense. But a soldier of Loving for you and yours? Meh. So, no peace. If the shoe doesn't fit, don't wear it.

A soldier of War for the Corp.s is wounded, you spare no expense.
But a soldier of Loving for you and yours? Meh.
So, no peace.
If the shoe doesn't fit, don't wear it.

Please, may I buy you a proper lunch? This the nice lady asked......

Please, may I buy you a proper lunch? This the nice lady asked when she heard me talking to a young couple with their one-and-a-half-year-old here in the hardware store parking lot  about my work at Standing Rock and around the country trying to give our young ones a chance of a decent future. She guessed, correctly, that the can of nuts was my meal for the day. . This is the second day of working to repair the Damage Done by our sisters and brothers in uniform at Standing Rock when I refused to abandon native grandmother Regina Brave. Bless your heart, I said to the lady. I didn't tell her that this was the fourth donation received for the thousands of dollars of Damage Done standing for the future of humanity. I've been at this a long time. I expected nothing else. I expected to fight alone. I fight alone. You few exceptions know who you are and bless your hearts. The joy is mine. I wish others could find the joy. I'll continue to try and show the way. Two solar panels are in the boxes but first repair to major damage to the plastic of the vehicle has to take place and I'm experimenting with how acrylic deals with drill holes and holds up to the pressure and response to glue. I'm also experimenting with the length of the trailer and making it much easier to angle toward the Sun. Getting to Standing Rock from North Carolina consumed a $750 battery and hopefully a  replacement will arrive, did I mention credit cards, hopefully a replacement will arrive by  Wednesday of next week and I'll depart around the country. Credit cards, Can't live with them, can't live without them.

$2,300 GoFundThis. Water protector James Mcginley recovering, repairing, resuming Fight for creation. Dapple Unleashed $1,100 violence on my solar fueled bicycle car, and my possessions February 23rd......

$2,300 GoFundThis. {{{Canceled due to total lack of interest. 1 donation, $100. Mission will resume anyway on credit card debt only. This is what I expected.}}. Water protector James McGinley recovering, repairing, resuming Fight for creation.

Donations to this GoFundThis as of today, Wedsday, $100.

Dapple Unleashed $1,100 violence on my solar fueled bicycle car, and my possessions February 23rd before during and after arresting the 48 of us, of the earlier 12000, that remained and stood that last day. This the price the State exacted for my decision to stand with Grandma Regina Brave of Oglala tribe rather than leave the camp as had been my plan the night before. I had stayed for months to stand with my native sisters and brothers for their human rights as indigenous people, and when I learned that she had remained in camp the 23rd the decision for me was clear and I spent the day chronicling her talk, her arrest, and then the events of the day with one video receiving more than 80,000 views. I would make the same decision every time.

As a consequence of that decision thousands of dollars of possessions, pretty much everything that I had, was destroyed because I decided to Chronicle her rather than get the stuff safely out of the camp as I had an option to do. I would make the same decision every time. Oh, and yes,  like the rest of the 48 I face what I understand to be $5,000 in fines and a year in prison to be decided later this year or early next.

This week I am replacing way less than half of what was destroyed so that I can resume the journey that I interrupted for Standing Rock, a mission across the country to try and massage the hearts of as many Souls as I can encounter per day stimulating their hearts with this solar fueled bicycle car and it's messages about waging love, indigenous rights, and starving the corporate snake.

As of tonight the credit card debt is beyond $1,000,  to replace basic possessions including a second change of clothes, to repairing  the broken roof of the vehicle .  Plus another $400 for the dental work required because I refused to leave camp in January when teeth became damaged.

By week's end another $700 to replace the lithium ion battery that I pretty well exhausted in the 2 month 1700 mile Journey from North Carolina to Standing Rock that was completed in a 4 day sprint ending two hours before the snowstorm in late November. And then there's the $25 per day (1st month) to fuel that journey going forward across the country speaking to people in convenience stores, gas stations, churches, intentional communities, camps, about radical Brotherhood, putting our lives on the line for the next Generations, starving the corporate snake, well possibly modeling the same with my life.

With your help this work can resume in a healthy fashion. PayPal start_loving@yahoo.com. Without your support it will be ground to dust pretty quickly under this heavy credit card debt. This mission is not to be confused with the Oceti construction crew  ( Joe Britt Jr., Val Armstrong, Eric Wallace-senft ) with whom I've been traveling and providing what little support I can. They are  conducting their own fundraising and please watch and support them.

Without Loving it is nothing.

Without Loving it is nothing.

The fool insists that he has all the answers. The wise man prays that someone has at least a few.

The fool insists that he has all the answers.
The wise man prays that someone has
at least a few.

Why Liberals are no better for the world than conservatives: CONSERVATIVE : loves that those unlike them suffer in punishment. LIBERAL: dislikes.....

Why Liberals are no better for the world than conservatives:
CONSERVATIVE : loves that those unlike them suffer in punishment.
LIBERAL: dislikes that those unlike them suffer but not enough to pay the price to stop it.
RADICAL: detests that those unlike them suffer and is unable to avoid paying the price that might stop it.

Hmmmm, I wonder how this will turn out? Activists fight to fight and feel good, corporate capitalists fight to win.

Hmmmm, I wonder how this will turn out? Activists fight to fight and feel good, corporate capitalists fight to win.

Which way are you headed, my activists sister asked? If I resume my cross-country Ministry, not sure. Maybe East from northern Minnesota over to Lansing Michigan where......

Which way are you headed, my activists sister asked? If I resume my cross-country Ministry, not sure. Maybe East from northern Minnesota over to Lansing Michigan where a fella has an interest in building a next-generation solar trailer with me. But maybe more likely is south and then West. I have some thought of visiting intentional communities along the way, unannounced, LOL. I have lost so much confidence in these protest camps that are sprouting up. They use Standing Rock as the model. WTF? We didn't stop anything at Standing Rock. We didn't come close to stopping anything at Standing Rock. How is that the model? Yes, there were three days during the nine months that were really good actions. Nobody thinks about those when they set up these new camps. These are my sisters and brothers, they're doing the best they know. But it's way too little way too late. I lost hope long ago, years before Standing Rock. But I have not lost the need to fight the best fight I can with my last breath so this is what I do. It sure makes it harder doing it without hope.

To my activist sister: I detest affording myself the luxury of false optimism or false pessimism. And if......

To my activist sister: I detest affording myself the luxury of false optimism or false pessimism. And if the truth is hopeless, then that's what I face. But often that pushes me to one final place, that whereas I live to try and save all of creation, yes, by fighting the good fight, Maybe someone in the future will be helped to fight the good and joyful fight. As I wrote earlier today, that's really the only Heaven that is available to us I'm sure. And I'm okay with that. Yes, it's hell at the same time, but that's okay too.

To my activist sister who is the real deal, who inquired about my expectation of resuming my cross-country heart massage Ministry: I've had.....

To my activist sister who is the real deal, who inquired about my expectation of resuming my cross-country heart massage Ministry: I've had this idea many times before but it's really gripping me again today. The idea of heart massage,  that is my work. I don't know about you, but I suspect it's not much different. When two people first encounter each other there sometimes is an openness, soul to soul. But doesn't that dry up really fast? Within minutes, within hours? The conversation may go on for years but it has moved away from the heart, away from the soul, into the head and flesh. I find absolutely no hope in the head and the flesh. They're easy. But without the heart engaged? Without love it is nothing.

Most people find soul to soul conversations undesirable. I find everything but extremely painful. Always have.

Most people find soul to soul conversations undesirable. I find everything but extremely painful. Always have.

Though I think we are all four sad about it, it remains the case that there is room on the Oceti construction crew now, for people who are good at Construction, but not for.....

Though I think we are all four sad about it, it remains the case that there is room on the Oceti construction crew now, for people who are good at Construction, but not for those who are not, or even for willing trainees.  This may change in a month or two if they find and begin construction on location. Then maybe they would be able to use, to take advantage of, unskilled laborers like me. So we either decide for me to be a millstone around their neck, though almost no one acts like I am, and I continue to let what skills I have go to waste, or I resume my missionary work across the country, massaging what Hearts I can along the way on my vehicle. I had really hoped that the crew would be traveling in the direction of Lansing Michigan where there is a friend who is able and interested in rebuilding my vehicle and constructing a next-generation trailer. But probably that is no longer the case. One of my options is to repair the vehicle as best I can here and begin traveling in his Direction, an approximately One Thousand Mile Journey. Anyone have any clever ideas how I could get from northern Minnesota with my vehicle and trailer to Lansing Michigan more quickly than that, please let me know. LOL.

Jesus discovery made simple: Folks, you think that heaven is in the direction of selfish pleasure for me and mine. Yes, I know.......

Jesus discovery made simple: Folks, you think that heaven is in the direction of selfish pleasure for me and mine.  Yes, I know you don't call it this, but this is what you go after. This is what you devote your life to. This is your religion. But that's not how our psychology works. The infinite peace of heart, Joy, passion is in exactly the opposite direction, in solidarity serving the neediest from the soul. Yes, I know that for 2,000 years you have been unwilling to see this. You are pretty much out of time now.  Like I showed you, if you would hold on to your life, you shall lose it. If you would lose your life for the sake of your neediest on Earth, you will gain it.

The solution is realizing that everyone is our family. Everyone. No exceptions, at any time.

The solution is realizing that everyone is our family. Everyone.
No exceptions,
at any time.

My business is heart massage. I'd Lost clarity on that for a while.

My business is
heart massage.
I'd Lost clarity
on that for a while.

Why do intentional communities fail? It is clear to me, and I'll guess no one will see it as I do. But......

Why do intentional communities fail?  It is clear to me, and I'll guess no one will see it as I do.  But I see it through a life of studying, and practicing in this domain.  They fail because they have never pursued the absurd notion that the purpose of community is not to serve the members, but rather, out of burning love, empathy, compassion... solidarity, the  purpose of the community is to serve and save the world, starting with the neediest (Blue line). They always pursue a combination of work and fun / Pleasure (green line), missing that Joy is the fruit of Loving,  and Joy to those few who know it, absolutely trumps fun/pleasure, every breath. Joy/Meaning, is the only infinite motivator. I'm doing my own next level pondering and reflection on this. This probably unintelligible graph is reflective of some of the pondering I'm doing:

"James, you are the greatest skier, technically, I have ever seen," said a lifelong Utah Rockies resident, a fellow executive, to me in 1996. Possibly he meant it, possibly.....

"James, you are the greatest skier, technically, I have ever seen," said a lifelong Utah Rockies resident, a fellow executive, to me in 1996.  Possibly he meant it, possibly there was some objective truth to it.  "You are technically the greatest strategic, new, organization creator, leader, I have ever seen," has said no one, but I say it now. Lol.  Yes, I do.  I was and am unknown as a skier or such a leader.  And I have zero track record  the last 15 years in not for profit work to substantiate this.  But although unknown, in fact, my 25 years in industry was a string of small to medium, impossible successes, the turn-around or creation of groups that produced the impossible, with explosive joy, in impossibly short timeframes against impossible odds.  MLK Jr, and Gandhi were of the type.  My estimate is that were they alive today they would have no more success than I have in the not-for-profit realm.  I think the people of Soul, of Heart they were able to work with, such folks no longer exist in the toxic climate of 2017 earth.

My vision, mission, work, life, every breath: In Solidarity Serving the neediest from the Soul..., Loving.

My vision, mission, work, life, every breath:
In Solidarity
Serving the neediest
from the Soul..., Loving.

Trump's advantage, and the only advantage he needs, is the unwillingness of the Liberals to fully see the horror he is unleashing.

Trump's advantage, and the only advantage he needs, is the unwillingness of the Liberals to fully see the horror he is unleashing.

No one wants to be the revolution (pic below): Oh how I wish the solution was law, policy, architecture, renewable energy, protest, protecting, resistance, camps, meetings, decolinization, the Lakota way, the Christian religion.... Those are so easily......

No one wants to be the revolution (pic below):

Oh how I wish the solution was law, policy, architecture, renewable energy, protest, protecting, resistance, camps, meetings, decolinization, the Lakota way, the organized religion, party,  a leader, democracy, socialism, Sanders.... Those are so easily doable, so fun.

But they have never been the answer. They will never be the answer, though they would in many cases be ubiquitous if we ever seriously pursued the answer. We can't get there from there. We can't avoid getting there from where the answer is, the religiously loving, by whatever name or no name at all, practiced with every breath by the large masses of human beings.

We will work to change anything and everything so that there is a future for our children, everything, except the only thing that can save them... changing ourselves, Being the Revolution. To be the change the world needs to see, as Gandhi rightly said.  No one will even seriously consider being the revolution. So sad. Except when I rarely get distracted, I can't think of anything else, I can't try to do anything else. It is what I will try and do. It is the only thing of hope that any of us can try and do. We will try anything and everything else until  there is no time, no hope, left. Oh well. Kathy Green: " They say that change is like heaven, a beautiful idea, but no one wants to go first."

No one wants to be the revolution (pic below): Oh how I wish the solution was law, policy, architecture, renewable energy, protest, protecting, resistance, camps, meetings, decolinization, the Lakota way, the Christian religion.... Those are so easily.....

No one wants to be the revolution (pic below): Oh how I wish the solution was law, policy, architecture, renewable energy, protest, protecting, resistance, camps, meetings, decolinization, the Lakota way, the Christian religion.... Those are so easily doable, so fun. But they have never been the answer. They will never be the answer, though they would be ubiquitous if we ever seriously pursued the answer. We can't get there from there. We can't avoid getting there from where the answer is, the religion of loving by whatever name or no name at all, practiced with every breath by the large masses of human beings. We will change anything and everything So that there is a future for our children, everything, except the only thing that can save them... Changing ourselves, Being the Revolution. To be the change the world needs to see, as Gandhi rightly said. We will change everything but ourselves, the only thing that could give creation a future.  No one will even seriously consider being the revolution. So sad. Except when I rarely get distracted, I can't think of anything else, I can try to do anything else. Oh well.

Recapturing Lovely......

Recapturing Lovely.

Is there only one notion of lovey, of beautiful?

The old tale, Emperor and the Nightingale, address is this question. The story is as old as time, no?

Unless we have been insanely pursuing a mistaken notion of lovely, beautiful, where is the Hope?

But if we have been insanely pursuing a wrong notion of beauty, of lovely, then there is profound hope.

Standing Rock, the camp established to protect the Waters of the Missouri River, was aesthetically, visually, beautiful in the fall. During the winter months it was visually and physically quite materially ugly, hellish even. Inches of mud. Below zero nights and days. Ice everywhere, everywhere, everywhere... perfectly suited to breaking bones and skulls. Muddy dark army tents for meals. The world's largest police state glaring over us every moment with snipers on Hills, helicopters, planes, with folks relishing the idea of killing us.

But now a month after the camps are shut down by the police state, there is a regular stream of posts from those who are expressing their longing for being back at the camp. They are profoundly distressed at being back in what civilization prefers: safety, ease, Comfort, opulence, leisure.

What's going on?

Standing Rock was nearly everything that our society considers ugly. But to many who were there, far from all, but to many, it was and is beautiful, the epitome of lovely.

Whether or not we can put words to it, there was Supreme beauty, supreme loveliness, at Standing Rock in at least two ways.

1. There was the Supreme beauty of the opportunity to radically serve our fellow humans, indeed, all of creation. That's why many of us were there. To try and serve by putting ourselves in the way of the total Destruction of everything as well as we knew how. Exquisitely lovely.

2. It was an exquisitely beautiful, lovely, way of life, really, the only way of life. Huh? Yes. In truth. Though almost none of us in society can see it, it was a way of life, a way of living, that starved that which is killing us, the corporate capitalist consumerist state of things. It is killing us. It will finish the job in months unless we in huge masses move to a way of living that starves it.

3. And it was the, objectively iffy, way of life lived by many of us there. Huh? Yes. Every form of healthy tissue in every organism is designed to feel ultimate reward by using every single second to serve the well-being of the larger Collective. I know of no objective science or thought that can understand it any other way. That is, except for the life-form cancer. Think about it.

Yes, there were many many many Slackers at Standing Rock. But those in whom you would see Joy from sunup to sundown in the midst of the hellish conditions, in those you would find that they thrived on ways of serving, mostly small, from Sun up until the time they went to bed. Cutting wood for others, shoveling snow for others, cooking meals for others, washing dishes and pots for others, deliberately being a source of spiritual kindness, and uplift, for others. Tending the fire real in the fire pit, and ultimately in the heart.  Among these people you could cut the joy with a knife. Few had experienced such Joy, such piece of heart, such loveliness, such beauty, ever before, or since.

Did those of us at Standing Rock do this perfectly? No. But with few if any exceptions we lived on the land, on our mother earth, in a way that even 7 or 10 billion people doing so could do so for eons. This as opposed to the way that we worship in our sick culture, which probably can't sustain even the Next Generation.

We all understand this in our heads, don't we?

But some of us at Standing Rock, whether or not we realized it, we understood it in our hearts, our souls. And we knew it as heaven. We saw, what to almost all eyes was material ugliness personified, but instead we saw ultimate Beauty. The beauty of a sustainable Earth forever.

Not to be critical or disparaging. Nearly all attempts at sustainability thus far has started with an assumption, we need to maintain our consumerist preferences but do so without destroying Earth. Inheriting this is a notion of beauty.

What is the ultimate Beauty is in a thermal Mass, Earth bearing structure, with virtually none of the trappings that we have been taught are essential in this culture, that can support people whose lives are made up of every breath serving their sisters and brothers out of love, that's their entertainment, that's their amusement? What is that Community, including the structures, were as Perpetual as the Earth and stone piled on top of them? What if even to build they cost maybe $3,000 per person? That is, extremely affordable.

What if? A different world is possible.

How was more rich, the emperor that first preferred the Nightingale in nature, or second, the emperor that had learned to prefer the mechanical Nightingale?

Who was more rich, the emotionally healthiest of our native sisters and brothers that lived on this land 5000 years ago comma living the beauty, the loveliness, of creation? Or is it those of us in this culture today, the most highly medicated culture that there has ever been comma with a lower reported quality of life than many if not most Nations on Earth, and way below the materially modest country this was even back in the 1950s?

Another world is possible. The world called for in Oceti Infinity Communities ( http://oceti-infinity-communities.weebly.com/) is the world of beauty. It is the natural Nightingale. It is the last and only hope. By this name, by this effort, or by some other. It is the only hope. There is no time left.