Archive for May, 2010

I have much to “teach”. SHARE is a better word for it, as I am only an adviser…Not a “RULER”.

I’ve just returned from our Post Office. A very late run…due to being down to only one car. (My pickup broken, so need the wife’s car when she comes home).
She was “upset”….”GAS!”. Well, gas or not, this mail trip was necessary. I got there AND FORGOT THE BOX KEY! TWO “runs”! “M” was REALLY upset over THAT! To top it off, ONLY JUNK MAIL! “Toss Outs”. Aho?

We never know……………….

So, an upset wife FOR SURE! One I Love dearly…but sorta kinda “stuck” in her “whiteness”. To her…”a WASTE OF TIME! a WASTE OF GAS!…a WASTE OF MONEY!” Always worrying.

We kinda walk in “different shoes”. Aho?

WAS it a “waste”? Oh no, not to ME! It gave me the time to get away from the ‘hassles’ of the house (7 Chihuahua and a Shelty and a demanding 14 year old boy….AND all the e-mail answering…(plus things needed done outside). To me, “fresh air” AND TIME ALONE WITH “PAPA” (“God” to you).

On this ‘double’ trip I calmed a yearling doe…panicking before my headlights…allowing it to calm down and MEANDER to a safe fence crossing. I was able to “Ho” (greet) an owl….And too, to watch a house cat go safely home. Perhaps nothing to you…but things of relaxation to me.
Helping to calm my spirit.

THEN CAME TONIGHT’S of CONTEMPLATION TEACHING! “Dad” started filling my mind with….”things”….to think DEEPLY on.

“Big Brother’s way of teaching others…a “way” learned from us (NA) when He was here.
Rarely did he openly “chew out”…but DID “chew out SUITABLY! Just as did we, long ago. Peter walking on the water…and SINKING, was one of those ways.
Do you recall Peter saying “Is that YOU, Lord? IF SO, command me and I’ll come out to you”. Jesus did and Peter was true to his word…stepping out of the boat (that held several others) and commenced walking on the water towards Jesus. Aho?

THEN HE LOOKED DOWN….and SANK! His thoughts being “WHAT! I CANT DO THIS! HE Can but HE’S “The Son of GOD!”.

Well, here he was, DOING “The Things Of Christ”…just as Big Brother had/has told ANY can….then, in shock, PULLED AWAY from that, and sank. Aho?

DIS-BELIEF had set in. (Happens all the time).

Christ lifted him and walked with him to the boat. With-in earshot of all the others in the boat, He said “Oh Ye of LITTLE FAITH, WHY DID YOU DOUBT!?”

Today the Church Leaders Expound on Peters “Failure”.

Tell me, WHY? Do THEY “Walk On Water”?



No, Jesus was using the SUBTLE way that my Native American Ancestors used…

and today YOU shake your head in near “laughter” on what and HOW your Pastors, etc. “Teach” about that passage. ALWAYS POINTING YOUR FINGER At THE “OTHER GUY”!

Well, many want to be “Medicine” men / woman….others are entrusted in the Inner Heyoka Way of Purity….. OK

May I suggest that You …. GET OUT OF THE BOAT?! re

RIP Dugout Dick

This video was sent to me by a friend. Great “video” on BUILDING and LIVING IN A PERSONAL CAVE! Might be appealing to someone you know…OR you???

Sure worth PASSING ON


I Know Dugout Dick passed away…but his legacy SHOULD GO ON. Advocated SIMPLE LIFE.


Article provided by: Idaho Statesman

Known as the “Salmon River Caveman,” Richard Zimmerman lived an essentially 19th century lifestyle, a digital-age anachronism who never owned a telephone or a television and lived almost entirely off the land.

“He was in his home at the caves at the end, and it was his wish to die there,” said Connie Fitte, who lived across the river. “He was the epitome of the free spirit.”

Richard Zimmerman had been in declining health when he died Wednesday.

Few knew him by his given name. To friends and visitors to his jumble of cave-like homes scrabbled from a rocky shoulder of the Salmon River, he was Dugout Dick.

He was the last of Idaho’s river-canyon loners that date back to Territorial days. They are a unique group that until the 1980s included canyon contemporaries with names like Beaver Dick, Cougar Dave and Wheelbarrow Annie, “Buckskin Bill” (real name Sylvan Hart) and “Free Press Frances” Wisner. Fiercely independent loners, they lived eccentric lives on their own terms and made the state more interesting just by being here.

Most, like Zimmerman, came from someplace else. Drawn by Idaho’s remoteness and wild places removed from social pressures, they came and spent their lives here, leaving only in death.

Some became reluctant celebrities, interviewed about their unusual lifestyles and courted by media heavyweights. Zimmerman was featured in National Geographic magazine and spurned repeated invitations to appear on the “Tonight Show.”

“I ride Greyhounds, not airplanes,” he said in a 1993 Statesman interview. “Besides, the show isn’t in California. The show is here.”

Cort Conley, who included Zimmerman in his 1994 book “Idaho Loners”, said that “like Thoreau, he often must have smiled at how much he didn’t need. É What gave him uncommon grace and dignity for me were his spiritual life, his musical artistry, his unperturbed acceptance of life as it is, and being a WWII veteran who had served his country and harbored no expectations in return.”

His metamorphisis to Dugout Dick began when he crossed a wooden bridge over the Salmon River in 1947 and built a makeshift home on the side of a hill. He spent the rest of his life there, fashioning one cavelike dwelling after another, furnishing them with castoff doors, car windows, old tires and other leavings.

“I have everything here,” he said. “I got lots of rocks and rubber tires. I have plenty of straw and fruit and vegetables, my dog and my cats and my guitars. I make wine to cook with. There’s nothing I really need.”

Some of his caves were 60 feet deep. Though he “never meant to build an apartment house,” he earned spending money by renting them for $2 a night. Some renters spent one night; others chose the $25 monthly rate and stayed for months or years.

He lived in a cave by choice. Moved by a friend to a care center in Salmon at age 93 because he was in failing health, he walked out and hitchhiked home.

Bruce Long, who rented one of his caves and looked after him, said the care center “had bingo and TV, but things like that held no interest for him. He just wanted to live in his cave.

“People said he was the only person they’d ever known who was absolutely self-sufficient. He didn’t work for anybody. He worked for himself.”

Born in Indiana in 1916, Zimmerman grew up on farms in Indiana and Michigan, the son of a moonshiner with a mean streak. He rebelled against his domineering father and ran away at a young age, riding the rails west and learning the hobo songs he later would play on a battered guitar for guests at his caves.

He punched cows and worked as a farmhand, settling in Idaho’s Lemhi Valley in 1937 and making ends meet by cutting firewood and herding sheep. In 1942, he joined the Army and served as a truck driver in the Pacific during World War II. When his service ended, he returned to Idaho and never left.

He raised goats and chickens, tended a bountiful vegetable garden and orchard and stored what he couldn’t eat or sell in a root cellar. A lifelong victim of a quarrelsome stomach, he survived largely on what he could grow or make. Homemade yogurt ranked among his proudest achievements.

He was married once, briefly, to a pen-pal bride from Mexico. The other woman in his life, Bonnie Trositt, tired of life in a cave, left him for a job as a potato sorter and was murdered by her roommate. He claimed to see her spirit in the flickering light of a kerosene lamp on the cave walls.

He rarely went to church, but read and quoted continually from the Bible.

Services are pending. A brother, Raymond Zimmerman, has requested that his remains be sent to Illinois.

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A Letter To Red Elk

Elevator Floor or Long Drop?

Dear One!
I would like to ask You a question. I heard that You have mastered Your body, soul and mind, and preform all kinds of “magic”. How does one do that? I have read many things. First that to do that You have to pretend and be that person. Faith and patience will do the rest. Is this true, is it how You made it? I see now that I am currently living in the past because all I wish for doesn’t come true right here, right now but I believe it will come true in the future. Is this also true? What can I do to become like a child? I believe that anything is possible and that we are all one, but is that enough?
Thank You for sharing Your sacred knowledge with me.
Red Elk Responds:
No, it is not true.  I have told you “the way” – CONNECTING TO THE CREATOR.
That the Great One is a LIVING ENTITY.
As real as you and I.
Learn THAT and you enter the “door” of “Magic”.
“Magic” is “Magic” ONLY TO THOSE WHO SEE YOU DOING what you have learned is NATURAL.
Additional thoughts from Red Elk on this subject:
“Press my button” HUNDREDS are asking (in different ways).  Well, I’m NOT “GOD”….and there’s only ONE ELEVATOR BOY/GIRL;  EACH, Alone.
Most will NEVER “do”….because THEY ARE TOO LAZY TO LIFT A FINGER!  Aho?   Oh, and by-the-way, I’ve “Mastered” NOTHING.  Only ONE has held THAT Title (still does, too).  No, I’m still just an Apprentice.    re