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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Sunday, December 11, 2011

I'm part of the movement too...

Often I find folks have jumped into the waste veggie oil business with dollar signs in their eyes. They are not doing it to end wars or even to help our environment. They're doing it for an investment.

I speak long with one fellow who is in the alternative energy business. He also asks me questions about myself and why I run veggie oil. He is busy with another project and doesn't have any oil now, but assures me he would sell it to me if he had it.

I end up randomly calling him again, getting his number from another web site and not realizing it is him. When I thank him for his patience and help, he ends up telling me rather gruffly "I'm part of the movement too"!


Out of veggie oil..

I have found lots of old sources of veggie oil in Arizona, which I should be in in about 500 miles... grrr

Okay, that means two tanks of diesel, which will most likely deplete all my resources. omg, oh well, something will happen. I'm posting to craigslist - hopefully I'm have work in Arizona! We'll see...

Finding Vincent!

I'm in the middle of bumfuck Texas, somewhere between Abilene and El Paso - the western part of the state that is boring, filled with questionable white folks, and lots and lots of space, reddish sand dirt, cows, and shrubs.

It is Sunday so there is no library open, no organic food stores in the close vicinity, and the internet is not working at the rest stops! Not to mention the weather - it is fuckin' freezing!

As I get closer to El Paso, it is getting a couple degrees warmer or maybe I'm getting used to it.

I spot a Starbucks - free internet - so I decide to stop. I want to catch up on my blogging, as many exciting things have been happening. But as soon as I get online, and figure out how to navigate, a young man asks me if this is my truck, pointing out the window to where my truck is parked.

We have been talking for at least 30 minutes now. He is traveling with 4 other young male friends who are waiting somewhat patiently for him.

Suddenly, he grabs his cell phone out of his pocket, opens it and removes the battery, giving me a knowing look.

He is beautiful, soft spoken, wide black eyes, creamy caramel skin. He wants to know about Monsanto. He wants to know about Occupy. He wants to know what I think he needs to know.

He doesn't understand the 99% and the 1% - but he knows of the slogan.

He intends to join the navy so he can become a surgeon and open his own small hospital. He knows of another El Paso fellow who was in the military, became a surgeon, and now goes around the world helping people.

If only.

He has to work at Walmart, he says, grimacing. He has no life, except to work all night and then sleep all day. He wants to go to school, he's saving money.

He hates his work, knows about Walmart, knows about slave labor, knows about how rich they are. But he has to have a job.

I urge him to make the connections. I tell him he can finance his college other ways, then being trained to kill people at best, actually killing people at worse.

His eyes film over dreamily as he tells me he is coming from a 10 hour concert in Dallas; and heading to another concert before rushing back to El Paso to work - at Walmart.

I give him connection - he is worried about the mark of the beast. He wants me to google but I don't. He says it's in the vaccinations, the cell phones, they're injecting it into our bodies many ways.

He does not call himself a christian but he believes in the bible - Revelations.

I urge him to seek out his elders, the first peoples, and to try to find out what his people believed before genocide, before colonization, before the great white occupation, prior to christianity being shoved down their throats.

It is getting dark. I've been able to sit here without buying anything, but now this once crowded little starbucks is emptying out. I don't know what time they close but most likely soon.

I have to continue trying to find veggie oil - grrrrr - having to dedicate soooooo much time and energy to finding fuel. what a challenge!