FLYER 6

TO SAVE OUR BLESSINGS, THERE ARE STEPS WE MUST TAKE TOGETER, AS A PEOPLE, BEGINNING WITH A HANDFUL OF OUR MOST FAITHFUL

 

We must turn away from a lifestyle that makes us dependent on those who do not hold our best interest at heart, and turn in the direction of our forefathers and mothers who depended on God, one step at a time, in unknown territory, to build the freest nation on earth. And although we go into unknown territory, we will carry the same blueprint they carried, the Holy Bible, which includes the teachings of Jesus, and the Ten Commandments.

 

We must start by coming together in the spirit of the Jews who left ancient Egypt, and while we muster, we must let the world know, we are not going away, and we are not asking others to go away. What we are is fast disappearing, our little towns and farms are dying, the things we hold near and dear are crumbling away - and so it is - WE MUST MAKE A STAND. 

 

We must defend our flanks from the attacks of our enemies. Today in America, we are singled out by those who think it just to cast shame on our pilgrim and pioneer forefathers and mothers even though all groups are descendents of sinners. We must know that, if we allow our enemies to destroy our heritage, than we allow them to destroy our culture, and if we allow them to destroy our culture, we allow them to destroy us. For example, by vilifying the pilgrims and pioneers who settled this land, angry ideologues have fostered an environment that undermines our children by denying them their God given right to feel good about where they come from, what they’re made of, and who they are. The void created in these kids is then filled with garbage from Hollywood, Fifth Avenue, and others in a race for obscene amounts of power and money.

 

We must use the millions we spend on junk food and beverage to redeem our health, and by such means, [show our gratitude to God for our gift of life, and] strengthen ourselves as a people so we can hold on to our little towns and farms. 

 

We must get back to being a people who make their own wares - with imagination, resourcefulness, and pride. By being godly with our hands in the care of things, we can be strong enough to make the basic things we need to survive - strong enough to say “no thanks” to ungodly men who seek advantage over us, pervert us to their ungodly ways, and lead us to destruction.

 

  

We can benefit from government and corporations as long as they do not destroy our freedom in their relentless pursuit of power and money. We can benefit from large technology platforms like the railroad and internet as long as they can be modified to run clean, both kinds of clean. Technology should assist us in keeping healthy and independent. Healthy and Independent, not as defined by those who only pretend to hold our best interest at heart, but by we who, like our pioneer forefathers and mothers, truly want a better life (as proven by the risks they took). A new frontier of clean freedom-based technology is waiting to be opened - the key is as near as our faith, courage, and imagination.

 

We can (having mobilized, set a good example, and peaceful showing of force) present our government with a short list of demands including the following:

 

·        Media and education – we control it in our communities as a people who agree on what our children should see and hear.

 

·        Taxes – we will not pay for a disaster created by socialist and capitalist fools.

 

·        Law Enforcement – we keep the peace in our communities as we see fit.

 

·        Freedom - because we know how to keep it better than those who do not hold our best interest at heart.

 

FLYER 7

THREEFOLD STRADIGY FOR FREEDOM

 

(1)

PULL TOGETHER AS A PEOPLE

 

(2)

DEFEND OURSELVES AGAINST OUR ENEMIES

 

(3)

DO AS OUR PIONEER FOREFATHER AND MOTHERS WHO FACED

 HARDSHIPAND WITH FAITH IN GOD, AND BUILT SOMETHING

 GREATER THAN THEIR ABILITY TO IMAGINE.

 

 

 

FOR THOSE FEW WHO HEAR THE CALL TO A NEW FRONTIER

 

1)      When the Lord calls you, remember that most Americans say they want peace and happiness, and they talk about it while their streets become less safe and their streams less clean. They know they're on a path to spiritual and physical destruction, and will likely appreciate the sincere effort of anyone who tries to find a better way.

 

2)      Join a group who have heard the call and are willing to brave the unknown in the pursuit of safe streets and clean streams. Get organized, insists on autonomy, not as separatist but as trailblazers, and remember that when the pilgrims came to America, half died within a year but the survivors persevered, and 400 years later, their dream still lives.

 

3)      Know that although your path will be hard – the yoke of truth will liberate you (by doing the right thing, you will be right in your soul).

Truth, is knowing that you don’t have the answers but are going forward in faith that God will show a way.

 

 

PIONEERING IS A LEAP OF FAITH

 

A frontier is a place unknown to men and women even as they are compelled to go there. God calls them to it, even though some do not know who calls. They hear His voice in their hearts, and follow. No one sells or forces them to go to a place where they could lose everything, and yet, believe to be “The Promised Land.” Today, the Promised Land does not lie far away over mountains and rivers, but directly underfoot, and in keeping with tradition, it will be as difficult as it is full of promise.

 

God keeps faith with those who keep faith in Him.

 

Day 1, June 14, 2012

Day 1: Set out, up and down hills of Jefferson County, first big hill a test. Wagon heavy, and sun hot, but my Clydesdale horse, Reba, is strong. Met a man named Larry who happened by in his truck, he said could camp at his place that night, a 100+ year old farmhouse on eleven acres located halfway to McLouth.

Starting point, 5 miles south of McLouth KS as the crow flies, ten miles by road. I lived here for the past ten years. I did not own the property but rented. Just before starting out in horse and wagon, I moved all my things to storage, so my wagon is my only residence at this time.

After cooking bacon and eggs,

I cooked pork chops for later.

Reba taking a breather in shade,
about 3 miles from starting point.

Camped on Larry's Farm

My dog Jill is tuckered out.

Day 2, June 15, 2012

Day 2: Proceed five miles by gravel road to town of McLouth, Kansas. Ask to camp at Rose Park, permission granted (park is normally closed at night). Set up pen for Reba, carry water for her by hand from town to park, not far but heavy. Set up camp, many chores, very tired, going to bed early but feeling bad because no one in the park seems interested enough to come over and see me (I'm camped by the tree line). Then, just as I am falling asleep, Jill barks, and I look out of my tent to see a group of youth with two chaperons coming toward my camp - I am happy to see them, and I let the teenagers sit on Reba. Others come, and there are between 12 and 15 people in my camp! Most leave before I get a chance to tell them what I am about, but it was fun, and I went to bed grateful.

Note: Because this is trip has a purpose which could be controversial (I hope so), I am not taking pics of people. This may change, but for now, when you view a campsite photo for example, and the heading tells of visitors sitting together and talking,, you will have to use your imagination for now. Thank you.

Day 3, June16, 2012

Day 3: Up at 5:30am, breaking camp, cooked huge breakfast, do dishes, carry water by 5 gallong bucket from town to park three times for Reba (the first time she spilt the bucket). Carry groceries and 20 lbs of ice from grocer to park. Give rides to kids, take down horse pen, clean pen area, then do other chores, no time for lunch, hitch up Reba and set out, semi-truck, moment of truth, Reba stays solid. Exit town southward, backtracking to avoid highway, pick up Washington Road going north towards the town of Winchester. Time was approximately 1:30 and I was plenty hungry when a rancher saw me and came out to the road to met me. Very soon we realized that we were both good friends with an Amish horse trainer who lived in Missouri. We laughed about that and good conversation followed. The rancher's wife came out and asked if was hungry. When I replied that I was, she said that I was in luck. She then brought out two sloppy-joes, two pieces of corn-on-the-cob, and some homemade potato salad. The food was excellent! The rancher, whose name was Fred, brought out 5 gallons of water and a bale of fresh cut hay for my horse Reba. He refused to accept any money for the hay. After eating and more good conversation, I loaded the hay on the wagon and departed with many thanks and well wishes.

One big hill after another in the hot sun - climb to the top of one in hope of finding flat ground only to look down into another rugged Jefferson County valley – up and down, up and down. Reba has so much heart! If she stops on the way up a hill, I do not whip her and tell her to get going. I let her stop. It is in her blood to work, she wants to reach the top of the hill, so when she stops, it is only for ten or twenty seconds, in which one can see her gathering herself, catching her breath, then with a great heave, she starts pulling again, striving, driving with her powerful legs to get to the top. I finally told her that I was not going to make her to go up anotherhill. No matter what was in the valley below, we would stop there and find a place to camp. (My wagon looks like a light-made rig, but it is substanially modified to carry a heavy load, and it is heavy!) At the bottom of the hill I found a small dall that looked wild, but with lots of uncut grass - I pulled into it, tied Reba to a tree, and set out on foot to find the land owner, presumably in a farmhouse about 3 tens of a mile up the road. The land owner was quick to make me feel welcome. His name was Bill, and he said I could camp in the dall if I liked, but there may be a better campsite, and we got in his mule (mechanical mule) to have a look. We found a shady spot with lots of clover for Reba, and I set up camp there. Bill and his wife then came to my camp in their mule, and brought buckets of water for Reba, and dinner for me. The food was excellent, fresh caught fish from one of their ponds.

It is good to remember, the great hospitality I recieved was purely spontanious. Folks came forward in no small part (I believe) because the horse and wagon instantly tied us together with a cultural bond, as a symbol of our shared heritage, our story, something that bonds us - and of course, this is a journey of faith - so there you have it.

Camp on Bill's land

Camp on Bill's land

Day 4, June 17, 2012

Day 4: Before heading out, I stop and thank Bill and his family. We talk about Faith March. Bill tells me the next fellow up the road is a retired Navy Seal, a survivalist, who was living off the land. Then with thanks and well wishes, I depart, heading north on Washington road. Soon enough, I met the retired Seal, a heavily bearded man named Denny - a diehard Christian - we hit it off from the start. Denny tells me to call him if I need anything, and sees me off with blessings.

Arriving in Winchester, I proceed to the city park and enter a building where a large group of people are gathered. Here I learn a good lesson: One should not enter a family reunion, knowing no one, load up a plate with food, and proclaim that if folks do not make a stand for what they believe, they will lose what's near and dear. Such an approach flies like a led zepplin. After a cool reception, I continue towards the town's conveniance store, but because hitching post are hard to come by these days; I tie my rig at the post office and walk to the conveniance store around the corner. Inside, I ask for the sheriff's phone number, but the sheriff didn’t know where I could camp, so I departed not knowing what to do. I was back at my wagon, worrying, and putting ice in my cooler when a man named Terry pulled up in a pickup truck. Terry said he had been in the conveniance store and overheard my convesation with the sheriff. Terry said he had a place for me to stay, an empty lot straight across from city park. So I got in my wagon and followed Terry in his truck (it was fun trotting Reba through town; "clipity-clop, clipity-clop," on quiet streets). Terry's empty lot was perfect for my needs; staight across from the park, with plenty of shade, and room for Reba. I am delighted, and thank Terry for his kindness.


I set up my camp, including a portable electric fince/pen for Reba. Denny shows up with a cast iron pot full of dinner for me; made from natural things that grow around here. It is good food! My new neighbors (in the house to the north) bring a water hose to the fence and tell me to fill up with water whenever I need. Terry comes to visit, as does Shirley, and we all sit in my camp and have a good time - everything from clean jokes to serious talk about the Lord.

Camped on Terry's lot (more photos comming)

Day 5, June 18, 2012

Day 5: Rest day for Reba, many chores for me. I also went to Shirley’s house and visited with her and saw her Model T Ford. In the mid-afternoon, I walk around town speaking to anyone who would listen, and handing out flyers – I was fired-up and speaking with conviction. Neighbors on all sides of me are treating me with great kindness, and other folks are coming to visit my camp, bringing gifts of food, cookies, dog treats, horse treats, and overall I am getting a good reception but there is a group of people in town who are calling the city authorities and asking when I am going to leave.

Day 6, June 19, 2010

Day 6: Depart Winchester with good send-off from Terry and Jean. Headed north on Scott Road. Soon after turning from Scott road onto 175^th street west (all gravel) I saw good water in a culvert and stopped to fetch a bucket full for Reba to drink, I also gave her some grain, then we were off again in no time. Shortly after crossing 59 hwy, I stopped to get more water same as before, but I tired Reba to liberally (so she could graze) and while I was down in the stream getting water, she dragged the wagon into the woods and turned it over. I heard it and dropped the bucket and went running. Reba was okay, I had to untangle her and get her out of there, then I got everything that had spilled out of the wagon, the cooler landed right-side up so I didn’t loose any cold food, my water barrel landed upside down but the lid stayed on so I didn’t lose any water, and that was the way with everything, all of the containers had fallen out and not spilt. The wagon however, which was on its side, looked to be a mangled mess. However, on closer inspection, I thought I might be able to fix it. I called Denny the Navy Seal and he said he was on his way and would bring the tools I requested. Denny and I cut down a few small tress to get the wagon out, then we took it apart and spent a long hard hot afternoon doing some cold blacksmithing to straighten the very twisted steel parts, like old west roadside repair, and when we were done, oh joy, we were both covered from head to toe in sweat, dirt, and axle grease – but the wagon was fixed! Yeah Baby! Denny departed with many thanks from me. I struck camp right there in a little clearing (after asking permission from the land owner).

Reba in harness, pulling wagon on road from

Winchester to Valley Falls (Scott Road)

On road from Winchester to Valley Falls

On road from Winchester to Valley Falls

This is the clearing just beside the wreck site. It is evening in photo. Denny has gone with many thanks from me. I've taken a sponge bath with rubbing alcohol to get the grease off, and have my lap top out, recording events. Relived to have the wagon fixed. Grateful to God for Denny's help.

Day 7, June 20, 2012

Day 7: Continue towards Valley Falls. Had to get on Hwy4 briefly in order to transition from gravel road to a rural blacktop that would take us to NE corner of town. Fortuately, the highway had a wide shoulder, and Reba was solid in traffic. Next we came to the moderately large bridge that crossed the river just north of town. And for those who like me are not knowledgeable horsemen/women; horses are deadly afraid of bridges until trained differently. Fortunately, as God would have it, we met with a series of bridges starting with small culvert-type bridges to larger rural concrete bridges, gradually getting a bit bigger until now, so that we are ready for this large steel bridge. It is an experience, sitting high on a buckboard with a 1,700 pound animal ripped with muscles and nervous as heck, crossing a large bridge, but Reba did it with flying colors. After crossing the river, we entered Valley Falls, then crossed town via residental streets to check-out the 4H grounds on the other side of town. (On the way there, I met a man in a red pickup who wanted to help me find a place to camp, but Reba was acting up, and I was trying to hold her while talking with him, plus I had already decided the 4H grounds were too far from downtown, but I forgot to thank the man for stepping forward, and I think he went away a little disapointed. I asked God to help me do a better job.) After checking the 4H grounds in the SW corner of town, I go to a small city-owned park in the NE corner of town. That night a big storm rolled in, and my old tent wasn't what it used to be - I got wet, and for awhile lost track of Jill who was afraid of lightening and thunder and ran into the woods where Reba was. Altogether, it was something of a tough night.

Campside in Valley Falls, on NE corner of town. Reba in her pen

(the woods there are open with lots of good grass for her to eat).

Reba in Valley Falls

Jill in Valley Falls

Day 8, June 21, 2012

Day 8: Everything miserably wet in morning, heavy clouds looked like more rain. I know we need rain for the crops desperately, so I pray for sunshine on that day only, to dry my stuff out, and then more rain. The sun came through the clouds, and within a few hours, it was a blue sky day. I hung my stuff out to dry. Terry came in his truck to see how I was doing. He loaned me his truck, and sat with Reba and Jill while I went into town; to the library to do some computer work, and to grocer for food. I then retured to camp, and Terry departed with many thanks and well wishes. Thank God for Terry's help.

Very tired, I got down on my knees and prayed for strength and guidance, then took my cards and flyers and headed for town. God got in my heart, and I was fired up, no beating around the bush, but straight to the point, speaking with conviction. I went in the stores, spoke with people on the streets, and was well received by pretty nearly everyone. I then returned to my camp, layed down on a bare concret RV pad and fell asleep. Soon some visitors came with gifts. And it is important to know, this is not about me, this is about a truth that hits home in the hearts of humble folks who do not have a voice in a world gone crazy. A lawyer brought 5 gal of apples for Reba, a couple of good old boys brought 20 dollars which I tried to refuse but they insisted and said I had to eat, a couple brought a bale of hay for Reba, and Terry returned with cookies from Shirely. When all had gone, I did chores and went to bed.

Day 9, June 22, 2012

Day 9: A kind man named Daryl takes me to get ice for my cooler. Terry comes to see me off. I leave Valley Falls headed southwest for the town of Hoyt. Halfway through the day, my cousin John comes from our hometown of Ottawa KS and resupplies me with high-performance horse fed. John is a good Christian, and with a prayer, words of thanks, and well wishes, he sees me on my way.

Hot sun, and big hills. Reba works hard, pulling until about 4pm. Deciding it is time to stop, I ask the first man I see for a place to camp, and without blinking and eye, he gives me an excellent spot in the shade of a giant cottonwood tree beside a pond. Then while I'm setting up camp, the rancher and his wife come with dinner for me, and I am grateful for their hospitality. Reba gets to be with other horses, and I am glad for it (she had not been alone before going on this mission). I am up late working on computer, and also working out a resupply with my good friend Mark, who I have known since grade school.

Folks who drive these roads in their trucks and cars have noticed that my wagon tracks weave.

Ten reasons for weaving:

1. Reba does not wear blinders, likes to look around at the scenery, and is tempted by the grass that grows alongside the road.

2. I also enjoy the scenery.

3. Looking at map.

4. Reading phone texts.

5. Talking on phone.

6. Talking to Jill.

7. Picking ticks off Jill, and me.

8. Scratching poison ivy.

9. Getting my camera out (I keep it out of the hot sun).

10. Getting my water bottle out.

Day 9, Continued

Day 9, Continued:

Reba pulling wagon up a hill in route from Valley Falls to Hoyt. It is worth remembering that the wagon is heavily loaded, but it’s in Reba’s blood to work, she wants the top of the hill, so when she stops, I do not whip her, but remain patient, and it is really something to see her gather herself, catching her breath, needing only about 10 or 20 seconds, then she is driving again. This video is good but doesn't really show the great effort she is making. Reba is not only a beautiful horse, she has heart! (Note: Because I had my camera out, I was a little impatient at the end and encouraged her).

Departing Valley Falls

On road from Valley Falls to Hoyt

Kansas is a beautiful place for horse and wagon
(click on photo to enlarge!)

Taking a rest beside the road

Awesome scenery

Pulling up a hill

Gotta love the view

"One enchanted evening, you will met a stranger..."

(it's an old song)

Camp between Valley Falls and Hoyt

After eating the good dinner that the ranches wife brought out, and doing chores, I cooked up some food made from half a left-over stake which I cut into small chunks, green bell pepper, some potato and onion that Terry gave me - wrapped in tortillas, with hot sauce. Yeah baby!

Set up for cooking

Oh yeah!

While putting camp away for the night, I decided to take a picture of my system for rechaging my phone, flash light, camera, and laptop. There is also a flasher there which runs a blinking light on the back of my wagon (for night travel).

Dusk

Day 10, June 23, 2012

Day 10: Wake up at 4:30 to thunder and lightning moving in from the west. Exhausted, I do not want to get up but I know my tent will not hold out the rain. I get up and put tent away dry, then almost decide to go ahead with breakfast but decided against in the belief that, sure enough, I would get the food cooking and the rain would arrive – so I skip breakfast and eat two breakfast bars instead (honey and oat bars). I get everything put away dry just as the rain arrives. Then, in high wind and driving rain, with lightning and thunder all around, I approach Reba to put on her harness. She is afraid but I tell her softly but surely that we have to go, go south as soon as we can, to get out of the storm. She understands the tone in my voice, and I harness and hitch her in a storm (a first for us). I put Jill in the wagon and we are off. We cross the pond dam on a narrow road with snake lightening all around. We go out the long driveway [then go approx 120 yards on W. 134 road (gravel)] and turn south on Meriden Rd. We can see lighter sky to the south, and I wonder if Reba understands that we are getting out of Dodge (so to speak). We escape the storm but rain falls heavy anyway and I discover that my old parka doesn’t keep water out any better than my old tent. Soaked and cold, I look over my shoulder; the storm appears so dark, it’s almost black, and I'm glad to be moving towards clear skies. Reba is pulling well, but I know she's tired from the day before. I’m so cold, I get out and walk beside the wagon to warm up. We head south mainly, jogging west a little, all on gravel roads to reach friendly skies at approx 1:00 pm when we stop; I get water from a farmhouse and leave a thank you note (five gallons for Reba). I also give Reba grain, then cook my breakfast (bacon and eggs). Man was I hungry! Passers-by wave and say hello. After breakfast we continue driving on gravel roads towards the town of Hoyt.

At approx 3:00pm, I meet with my old friend Mark who brings me a spray-on product with which I plan to waterproof my tent. Mark also brings a special tarp made of bright white material that is highly reflective and therefore cool (special tarp donated by my old friend Dale). Mark also brings ice for my cooler, and a sandwich which I store for later. It's good to see Mark!

I continue, and Reba works hard in hot sun, pulling many hills. Then, almost to Hoyt, I turn west on a rural blacktop, the county sheriff sees me and drives ahead in search of water. The sheriff returns, I follow him over a rise, we turn onto a narrow tractor path, go down through some woods, to a barn where a man named James Joy greets me with a five gallon bucket of water for Reba. The Sheriff, James Joy, and I have a good conversation. Meanwhile, Reba is so tired, she falls asleep (when she gets tired, I make sure she gets her "power naps"). To get back to the road, I must back the wagon because there is no room to turn around. So I back Reba and wagon same as one would back a car, going back and forth several times in a tight spot to turn around. Meanwhile, the sheriff contacts the city officer in Hoyt, and arrangements are made for me to stay in the city park which is normally closed at night.

In the park, the Mayer of Hoyt comes to visit, and invites me to a barbeque at the ball diamond (also in the park) that evening. I then set up camp in the 4H building, with shade, water, electricity, and a high view of the park which is beautiful – this is just perfect! I give Reba grain, water, and apple, then set out to find hay. Reba is dead tired. People next door at wedding reception help me find hay, in fact Tom is a friend of James Joy, and fetches 2 bales of good quality hay donated by James. Tom then gives me 40 dollars, which I try to refuse, but he insist and I thank him for his kindness. The entire wedding group then comes to see Reba. I give a ride to little boy, and they depart only to return with all kinds of food for me (I had just eaten Mark’s sandwich, but was still hungry). After the wedding party departs, I go to the ball diamond where the mayor’s group is and they feed me also. While eating and talking, I look around myself, and I really want to take a video because, with the children and parents all there, having a good time, it was a perfect picture of what small town America is all about. They invite me to church in the morning and lunch at the Mayer’s house afterwards. Then with many thanks, I go back to camp, brush Reba out in the dark, do a few other cores, and to bed.

Late Breakfast (1:00pm) on raod to Hoyt

4H building where I camped in park at Hoyt

Jill and Reba

View of park from my camp

View of park from my camp

View of park from my camp

Day 11, June 24, 2010

Day 11: Up at 6:00, bath with rubbing alcohol, six shovel loads of “horse apples” to dispose of, and other chores including water proofing tent (a big chore). To church at 10:00; exhausted, utterly exhausted, in fact I see double while trying to focus on pastor. But I did not fall asleep, and I know, I was there to hear his sermon for a reason, which I will expand on later... After church, I return to camp to water proof parka and take a much needed nap. Then to Mayor’s house at 1:00 for lunch where Neale, his wife, mother, three children, and I had a great time! Neale has started an excellent program for bringing people together (more on it later, and I will include a link to his website). Walking back towards camp, town is very quiet on a Sunday afternoon in 100 degree heat. I met Jason and Becky and sat and talked with them at a picnic table beneath a shade tree in their yard. We spoke at length about what I was doing and many other things, including the struggles of raising 5 children in today’s economy where prices are getting so high. Then back to camp, I apply second treatment of waterproofing to my tent. Next I wash heavy mud off my wagon (from the storm). Becky comes with a care package of food and other items for me, and I thank her for her kindness. Then a man comes walking a beautiful dog with markings like a tiger, I give him my faith-march info, and some time later, his wife comes with gifts of food. By then night has fallen, and I work on my laptop to record events while they are fresh in my mind.