Explosion of Energy

August 30, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized
My ears are going to explode!  The music is beyond loud and is ricocheting into my ear canals stimulating my senses.   My eyeballs feel the beat of the kick drum 2 feet away from my left knee.  I choose to stay in this sensational environment to keep a creative mind.  My mind has been keeping me entertained with it’s surroundings for the past 4 days.  I am in Fairfield, Iowa with my BAD friends.  Here we have surrounded ourselves in a conscious community who cares to be motivated and enhance not only the environment, family community and more intricately, their minds.
The people here are not better than anyone else but they have chosen to be enlightened and educated.  These people truly have an appreciation for everything good.  They care about their neighbors and actively participate in the town.  This sustains the community not only through food and resources, but through education as well.  These people are happy people.
Then we met this guy named Happy, Hap for short.  He owns land directly next to the Eco Village and Sustainable Living Coalition and he achieves great success in the art of natural building.  Last year he built a straw bale cobbed house.  He is currently building a new home for his mother and his daughter who moved back to the community to be part of the lifestyle.  Hap is off the grid.  The past two days B.A.D. Has spent plastering the walls of Hap’s mother, Mozzy, while constructing a home for his daughter Anna.  Many of the building materials can be found on their land including the sand, clay, and water.  He has a strong focus for protecting the good in his community builds a wonderful atmosphere.
The community of enlightened people here practice Transcendental Meditation.  TM is becoming aware and in tune with the fourth state of consciousness.  We have the waking, sleeping dreaming and the aware states of mind.  Some people here make it their lifestyle to practice up to 8 hours a day and meditate communally with thousands of people in a gender specific golden dome at the Maharishi Peace Palace.  The intelligence and energy definitely doesn’t stay trapped in this place of worship but travel right through my body and breadth but travels to the ends of the continent.
Maybe it is all the free concerts that are happening at Mike’s house that are clearing my head and making me feel amazing?  I think its the entire surroundings and flow of energy waves.  Mike is the gentleman who has been our host and center of enhanced benifical experiences.  Mike thew himself into the movement of TM and removed himself from a path he didn’t feel comfortable continuing.  He has made the conscious choice to be responsible in his actions and the effect he has on others.
Mike has graciously accepted us into his spiritual sanctuary of home.  (The music makes my pencil strokes squiggly and long in width for speed.) He has enabled me to meet the people and values that I feel so compelled and moved by.
My ears are going to explode!  The music is beyond loud and is ricocheting into my ear canals stimulating my senses.   My eyeballs feel the beat of the kick drum 2 feet away from my left knee.  I choose to stay in this sensational environment to keep a creative mind.  My mind has been keeping me entertained with it’s surroundings for the past 4 days.  I am in Fairfield, Iowa with my BAD friends.  Here we have surrounded ourselves in a conscious community who cares to be motivated and enhance not only the environment, family community and more intricately, their minds.
The people here are not better than anyone else but they have chosen to be enlightened and educated.  These people truly have an appreciation for everything good.  They care about their neighbors and actively participate in the town.  This sustains the community not only through food and resources, but through education as well.  These people are happy people.
Then we met this guy named Happy, Hap for short.  He owns land directly next to the Eco Village and Sustainable Living Coalition and he achieves great success in the art of natural building.  Last year he built a straw bale cobbed house.  He is currently building a new home for his mother and his daughter who moved back to the community to be part of the lifestyle.  Hap is off the grid.  The past two days B.A.D. Has spent plastering the walls of Hap’s mother, Mozzy, while constructing a home for his daughter Anna.  Many of the building materials can be found on their land including the sand, clay, and water.  He has a strong focus for protecting the good in his community builds a wonderful atmosphere.
The community of enlightened people here practice Transcendental Meditation.  TM is becoming aware and in tune with the fourth state of consciousness.  We have the waking, sleeping dreaming and the aware states of mind.  Some people here make it their lifestyle to practice up to 8 hours a day and meditate communally with thousands of people in a gender specific golden dome at the Maharishi Peace Palace.  The intelligence and energy definitely doesn’t stay trapped in this place of worship but travel right through my body and breadth but travels to the ends of the continent.
Maybe it is all the free concerts that are happening at Mike’s house that are clearing my head and making me feel amazing?  I think its the entire surroundings and flow of energy waves.  Mike is the gentleman who has been our host and center of enhanced benifical experiences.  Mike thew himself into the movement of TM and removed himself from a path he didn’t feel comfortable continuing.  He has made the conscious choice to be responsible in his actions and the effect he has on others.
Mike has graciously accepted us into his spiritual sanctuary of home.  (The music makes my pencil strokes squiggly and long in width for speed.) He has enabled me to meet the people and values that I feel so compelled and moved by.
Overall my feelings on th 2nd half of our journey have grounded me on more need of focus.  The past three weeks have been like the days returning to school after an extended holiday weekend.  It was a rough start getting back into the swing of things.  We continue as a triad of volunteers to help spread connection between good things.  This stop is not only refreshing as the alkaline purified water here, but in centering our aim on continuing down a wondrous road to creating a great future.
My ears are going to explode!  The music is beyond loud and is ricocheting into my ear canals stimulating my senses.   My eyeballs feel the beat of the kick drum 2 feet away from my left knee.  I choose to stay in this sensational environment to keep a creative mind.  My mind has been keeping me entertained with it’s surroundings for the past 4 days.  I am in Fairfield, Iowa with my BAD friends.  Here we have surrounded ourselves in a conscious community who cares to be motivated and enhance not only the environment, family community and more intricately, their minds. Continue reading…

4th Unlike Most

July 16, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized

Yesterday was unlike any 4th of July  I have ever experienced before.  I guess I should get used to encountering brand new things.  Independence days of the past consisted of me getting home at 3 am from bartending and groggily waking late for the parade in Lakewood, OH.  I then would hop on my bike and stumbling upon my family perched on the seats of their bikes over looking the parade waltzing down its usual path.  Throughout the course of the day I would ride to a number of family parties on my bike and watch the fireworks in a dear friend’s Farrell’s backyard.  These fun times were centered on good relationships and community.

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How I Am I Older?

June 24, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized

Fourteen days ago was my birthday and I arrived in Philadelphia, PA.  We drove an hour and a half away to go to the eastern coast.  The day was overly white washed, everything from the grey sky to the muted pale pastel colors of the summer houses in the sea side city.  The beaches had not officially opened for the summer, so the town was particularly quiet except for the powerful winds that whipped through the desolate streets.  In my eyes the day was wonderful.

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OUTSTANDING OPERATION

June 9, 2009 1 Comment » Uncategorized

I just have to thank everyone that attended HOBY Ohio North Seminar for how welcomed I felt.  My friends and I had just rolled back into the city for the first time after spending several weeks out in rural Southern Ohio.  The change was abrupt, but was absolutely fantastic.  It was so different from showering out of a hose for weeks at a time.  I kind of did not like having to shower in a bathroom, but I got used to it again.  All of the enthusiasm that exudes from the young individual leaders of tomorrow really make it easy to feel great.  It’s two days after my encounter with HOBY and I still have all the cheers running through my head.  I think I am loosing my mind just a little bit, but it makes me happy.

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Hungry Caterpillar

May 28, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized

Today was hungry.  My body was constantly craving food, of which I had my fill.  My eyes are red with pollen and my arms covered in bumpy hives in result of the flying greenery that I chopped with the weed wacker today.  We were stopped by an enormous cloud carring hail and strong winds.  Even despite the torrents of weather I am peaceful.  I rest easy.

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Elisa Young

May 26, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized

I sit at a metal table watching Chris in his baby blue bandanna and muted banana yellow Threadless Tee as he reads and chuckles at the analogies he discovers.  Katie sits across from me at the head of the table in front of her computer screen with her hands clay removed from the hard ground from Guy Rose’s farm.  Katie’s hands are dusty from the dried clay but keeps it damp enough with water in order to correctly create Guy’s caricatured face.  we all sit patiently for the freshly harvested brow-spotted chicken egg omelettes as Elisa Young cooks them.  Elisa has an enormous heart that overflows with love and kindness.  She struggles so hard to keep every intricate aspect of her life in order while wearing so many different hats.  Daily she looks deeper into ways of achieving a cleaner county for her neighbors and for all.  She walks in the right direction, but it is hard for people so stuck in old ways to adjust to new ideas.  The possibility is growing, but people need to follow.  The people in Meigs County have come to accept some of the horrifying facts that their loved ones may get “The Cancer” from the four coal plants in a twelve mile radius.  Elisa is vocally trying to open the cities eyes to the detrimental effects of the unique destruction that is consuming the community.

This Rose Has No Thorns

May 25, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized

I wake my tired eyes and lift my head up to open the screen of our tent.  The zipper makes its usual way down the flap and opens our beds to the bright new day.  This is the first sunny day in two that I haven’t fallen asleep and woken to the percussion of trickling drum beats of rain.  While falling asleep I’ve taught my mind to think of hearing a variety of different sounds; bursting packaging bubble wrap, cracking eggs, firecrackers, popping corn to cow mud pies dropping.  What crazy dreams I’ve had!
These days I have accomplished more than I knew how to before this adventure.  The past few day have been filled with finishing numerous odds and ends on Guy Rose’s farm.  This man of 73, is always dressed in his predictable matching tan grey pans and shirt.  The few old holes in them are worn proudly beneath his suspenders.  Those elastic straps ride high on his shoulders, but not as high as his red flat brimmed mesh truckers cap that seem to rest atop his glasses.  Beneath the bridge of his nose is a youthful toothless grin that he constantly wears makes me smile even more and accent his personality proportionally.  Guy had Chris and me ride in a front end loader to the side of a muddy hill to remove four tires from a truck.  The day before I planted two young apple trees into some fresh manure atop the hard clay mountain ground.  Someday these trees will bud and keep shade over the crops and create some scrumptious red apples.  Guy is so gracious for the help he receives and thanks us with his great stories and insights into life.  His voice soothes even the most upset child and drifts me off into a peaceful slumber.

Content in a Tent

May 24, 2009 1 Comment » Uncategorized

I am content in a tent, to use a term that my friends coined a year earlier. I am on my first stop on my volunteering project with my sister Katie and my best friend Chris. The farm that I have been staying on this past week is owned by Elisa Young, an activist, in Southern rural Racine, OH. Most of my belongings are tucked away safely in various backpacks and boxes stored in our B.A.D. Mobile. I am on the go, but stay in places quite frequently. Time doesn’t matter much, only getting the job done is what matters. So far I’ve helped build a chicken coop that will allow the chickens to roam free range. Next I helped my colleagues thoroughly cover a freshly plowed field with manure. This tainted land will eventually become green again with a lush wonderful landscape. it’s nice to know that I have created a place where Elisa will be satisfied by the great food grown here. Helping Elisa takes a big load off her back for the long summer ahead of fighting the pollution and harm done to this surrounding area due to major coal companies.

New Beginnings

May 23, 2009 2 Comments » Uncategorized

I haven’t made up my mind on how I will keep my readers entertained… I began my first page in my handwritten journal, and i think I want my first blog entry to be this from it..

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I will write to remember…. I feel the best I’ve felt in ages.  No matter my arms being sore, my hands callused and my body tingly all over from sun burn.  Here begins another chapter in my life as I sit in the back bed of the 1985 VW Vanagon which is spectacularly hand painted by my sister.  It is adorned with brightly colored puzzle pieces that trickle into plump paint splats.  My head is clear.  I have my companions around me, and all I have to do is just be.  It may be the best ever not having a place to rush to;  just sit after a days of work and just recount and reflect on the day.  The air blows just cold enough to remind us of the cold winter’s past, yet warm enough to possibly rain and be refreshed.  The days are only going to be better than the best from here on.  My focus is absorbing and feeling.  I can’t help but stop and look at my three day old freshly scabbed tattoo and think of my Mom.  Not only because she never really loved tattoos but because I feel her all around me.  Her initials are scratched into the top corners of a peace sign and weighted perfectly above and below it is scratched Be at peace in legible cursive.  There is a lot of new around me, but it sure feels comfortably familiar.  My life has led me here, and I continue to pursue.   There is so much to do and so much time.  This day is great!

Hello B.A.D. Friends

May 19, 2009 0 Comments » Uncategorized

Hello to you…

B.A.D. Crew

B.A.D. Crew

As soon as we are on the road we will be updating our own personal blogs to give our readers a better insight into the members of B.A.D., Inc.  Here you will get to read into our thoughts and ideas about our progress of our trip.  Come travel with us through our blog and keep us going…

We look forward to you getting to know us!

Here is a little look at our facebook gallery of some of the photos from our first stop!