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Monday, August 25, 2014

Priceless Art Stolen

To the woman, (i would have called you a Lady, had you been one), in the expensive white vehicle with the license 511-AWE.

The fact, that you were extremely rude and kept interrupting me when i was teaching your grandson the Ancient Tree Lessons for free, is not what upsets me.

The fact, that you told your grandson to take one for his mother and i had to tell him to; "Put it back please." is not what upsets me, as anyone can make assumptions, though it is not wise.

The fact, that even when i told you the tree is; "NOT FOR SALE" and you simply asked; "Why not?" and again told your grandson; "It's OK to take it", again forcing me to instruct him to return it, making him uncomfortable, yet it is not even that which upsets me most.

Nor is it even the fact, that after telling you a second time the tree was "Not for Sale to you", you still told your grandson it was OK to take it for his mother and you would; "Take care of him later.", teaching him, you can be as disrespectful and take whatever you want from the poor and it is okay.

What upsets me more than your arrogance, rudeness and lack of any social grace toward me, is that you made your grandson commit the action of the theft, because if YOU had of reached for it, i would have smacked your hand.

Perhaps i should have smacked his hand for committing wrongful acts, no matter whom tells him to and to think about his own actions first, but he was just an innocent child being corrupted and not truly the one deserving of being smacked. So the third time i told him he could; "Take the tree to show his mother." Thus absolving him of any crime and mark upon his soul. YOU, however are an adult and i did not say YOU could HAVE IT.

Now, if you had not also lied to your grandson and actually had come back to see me after you put him on the ferry, as you had promised him, i would have told you then what i will tell you now...I choose to teach for free.
I don't have to make a tree for you.
I don't have to sell you a tree.
I can make as many trees as i see fit and never have to accept ANYTHING you have to offer for ANY of them, big or small.
Anyone can have a free tree lesson, but i decide who gets to have one of my trees and what kind of exchange it is...not you, nor anyone else.

Since you didn't posses the character and integrity, let alone decency to return to me and even introduce yourself, or apologize for your rudeness, or make any attempt to make amends in any way for your transgressions, it is clear it is you in most need of ancient Lessons.

As you failed to LISTEN the first time, it would not be wise to repeat your mistake...I'm offering you 3 choices:

1). You can go to your daughter and explain to her how you used her child to steal the gift she was given, and you have to take it back to the man that made it.
Then you AND your grandson will return and, in front of me, YOU will explain that what you did was wrong and why.
Then you will give me back the tree you stole and apologize to your grandson for lying to him and making him take something that did not belong to you.
Then you will apologize to me.
 OR
2). You can pay me full price for the tree, which is $1 Million Dollars (You are lucky because the big ones start at $25 Million).
 OR
3). If you don't choose #1 or #2, i can charge you with the theft of my priceless fine art and also sue you for the price of the tree, plus pain and suffering caused by someone using a child to steal from me.

Personally, i think #1 is the most just and merciful of the 3 options, but the choice is yours...for now.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

ancient's BIBLE

Blessings everyone;
Welcome to the Official release of my animated short; "ancient's BIBLE". I used the open source programs; Blender and Gimp to create, model and animate the following short and Windows Movie Maker to edit it together. 
Please share if you enjoy it.
Thank you.
your humble servant,

Thursday, August 07, 2014

Grace Point - Grace Lost is the Point.

 (Shared by Briony Penn in the Salt Spring Exchange followed by my response)
The following are excerpts from Dr. Darcy Mathews, archaeologist
in a letter responding to Mr. Slawsky's lawyer's inaccuracies sent to the CRD. (That letter formed the basis of Mr. Slawsky's op-ed.) Let's make this a real discussion Salt Spring with respect for all cultures.

"Re: Grace Islet Cemetery and the letter from Sharpray, Cramer, Fitterman, and Lamer, dated July 25, 2014
... I am an archaeologist with more than 20 years of experience, with specific expertise in Coast Salish funerary practices....I can offer some clarifications on the issues raised by Mr. Slawsky’s legal council in the aforementioned letter. I have a specialization in Coast Salish mortuary and funerary practices and in particular, I am one of the foremost experts in North Americaconcerning funerary petroforms (also called burial cairns), the kind of visible Coast Salish burials evident on Grace Islet...Burial cairns are arrangements of stone and soil placed over the bodily remains of the Coast Salish dead. This is one of many kinds of burial practices used through time in the Gulf Islands (Figure 1). Burial cairns are Coast Salish burial monuments. In our present day funerary tradition, headstones and other grave markers not only denote a burial location, but also convey something of the biography of the individual, and their connections to living kin, their religious affiliations, their socioeconomic status, and so forth... very complex ideas concerning kinship, and a process of making physical and historical connections to place, are invested in these funerary practices. They are sites not only marking the location of the individual dead, but together they speak to the creation of a communal place and space specifically for the dead. Incidentally, one of the cemeteries in my study was on a small islet very much like Grace Islet.
I visited Grace Islet on May 26, 2013, at the invitation of Dr. Stephen Acheson,project manager at the British Columbia Archaeology Branch. Dr. Acheson secured permission for us to access the islet. He asked for my expert opinion on the stone
archaeological features on the islet. We only had approximately 45 minutes on the islet, but I offered Dr. Acheson my professional assessment. Many of the stone arrangements that I saw on Grace Islet were consistent with funerary petroforms I have seen and recorded elsewhere in the region, including in the Gulf Islands (e.g., Eldridge andMathews 2005; Mathews 2014a; Mathews and McLay 2011), in greater Victoria (e.g., Mathews 2002; Mathews and Kilburn 2013; Mathews, et al. 2011) and in Metchosin (Mathews 2004a, b, 2006, 2014b). In total, I have seen approximately one thousand funerary petroforms—perhaps more than anyone else in British Columbia—and most of the stone features at Grace Islet are consistent in both the use of stone and overall morphology with burial cairns I have observed or recorded elsewhere. I made it clear that a detailed survey and analysis by a third-party specialist would be an appropriate measure prior to building. To my knowledge, this advice was not followed up on.

I made this recommendation because there were clearly definite funerary petroforms on the islet... In the absence of systematic and accepted contemporary methods used by professional archaeologists to identify buried human remains (e.g., ground penetrating radar, soil resistivity, geochemical methods, etc.), the burial cairn data presently offers the best and most immediate archaeological evidence for the use of Grace Islet as a cemetery. The house footprint envelops two of the burial cairns, and others are in the immediate vicinity. The observed human remains located outside of this footprint does not diminish the fact that the entirety of Grace Islet is a cemetery. This is where archaeologists should be using more sophisticated and systematic approaches, as well as looking for supporting evidence of human burial other than just skeletal remains, including the presence of stone associations such as burial cairns, the burial pit itself, personal objects sometimes associated with burials, and so forth....archaeologists familiar with the culture history of the Coast Salish ethnolinguistic area know that small islets were used as cemeteries (e.g., Jenness 1934). Finding human remains on a near-shore islet like Grace Islet should have triggered alarm bells for the involved archaeologists. It is not just burial cairns that were built on small islets. For example, just prior to and immediately after European contact, bodies were placed in wooden grave houses, wooden boxes, canoes, and even exposed on the ground surface. In these conditions, human remains would leave little or no archaeological trace (Lyman and Fox 1997). Human bone will begin to mechanically break down in as few as six years on ground surface exposure (Behrensmeyer 1978), although the specific time is dependent on local environmental factors as much as time (Lyman and Fox 1997; Lyman and Fox 1989). Given the generally shallow nature of the sediments at Grace Islet, even those bodies buried within below-ground inhumations were only one step away from being completely exposed to the agents of decay (Henderson 1987). With this in mind, hoping to find human remains by digging shovel tests, particularly when that approach is not statistically representative......the maxim “the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence” seems particularly appropriate.
This letter does not cover the full extent of the points raised by Mr. Slawasky’s legal council. But the objective archaeological evidence fully supports the assertions made by Coast Salish elders and other cultural experts that the entirety of Grace Islet is a cemetery. The burial cairns likely represent a fraction of the dead who were interred there over four or more millennia. The bodily remains of many of these people may no longer be present, or have not been identified so far, but enough contextual information exists to objectively and confidently call Grace Islet a cemetery. Unfortunately the archaeological work done at Grace Islet to date does not meet a minimum threshold of comprehensiveness and sophistication to make more specific statements concerning the number, ages, and locations of many human burials.
One final point I raise is a consideration of the spaces between and around the burial cairns at Grace Islet. Each of these burials is not an entity unto itself. Each burial cairn is part of a community of the dead. Dissecting these connections with house foundations and other facilities is to destroy the relationships between these individual burials. For many peoples—both Coast Salish and Euro Canadian—connections to their ancestral dead are foundational to social memories, genealogy, history, and a sense of place. To destroy, encapsulate, or bisect Coast Salish cemeteries like Grace Islet is to effect the same outcome on their living descendants. In other words: How we treat the dead speaks volumes about how we treat the living.
Darcy L. Mathews, Ph.D."

My response; "Blessings Briony and thank you for sharing relevant information. It is long overdue for people to Recognize, Re-examine and Realize they are only following and supporting Liars, Murderers and Thieves with their own claims of ownership of the Lands and Waters...That's why GOD gave it to me.
"I own all Land" and "I own all Water" (Phrases hidden in my name that i can spell it out for you non-believers).
your humble servant,
ancient ward vall clown"

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Ancient Tree Lessons

This is the box i carry and what it says...not everyone understands what it means.
Thank you for your SMILE.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Up One Boat, Down One Dingy

As the author, the title of this story is a bit misleading i must confess. For in Truth, the dingy remained intact through to the end of the journey and beyond. It is only as a, P.S. in a letter, that it gets a mention as an update, or a reminder, or in this case...Both.

The voyage itself, was in moving a boat with no motor or rudder, from Burgoyne Bay to Fulford Harbour. Acting on a tip from a friend, (Ziggy), i was given a Gift from another, (Micheal), and all i had to do to earn it, was to remove it, and with a handshake the deal was done.

I've been told when a person accepts a boat, he accepts a responsibility to the safety of others, not just on his boat, but on and in the water. The Captain must also consider his crew, as he is putting his life in their hands, as much as they place theirs in his. As a newer Captain, i had very little Ocean experience and zero experience moving a lifeless vessel in the ancient tradition of using tidal ebbs and flows along with the ocean currents.

You are never given a dream without the power to make it come true however, and Destiny provides for the Faithful,  though you will still have to earn it. I had a friend, (Brett), that not only had experience with those waters, but also in moving boats...First Mate Found. I also had a friend, (Jonathon), that had recently returned from the East Coast, and had the equipment and experience to document the adventure...Crew list filled...The adventure begins.

As i used my Dingy-Bat (nickname), to load the boat with provisions, Brett and Jonathon brought Brett's aluminum boat with a 9 horse Evinrude to help guide us in tow. As we re-united on the boat and prepared to leave, my first order was to make Brett acting-Captain and though i was still making the anchor drops, it was on his advice of safe areas and overall, it was his experience in these waters and moving boats we were relying on, not mine, so it was his guidance we would follow, though i still trusted my own instincts on 'when' to drop or how much line i let out, it was roughly based on his input of 'where' and suggested length...Afterall, then i would have no one to blame but my Self. 
To make an already long story shorter, we left Burgoyne Bay as the sun set on Tuesday Night and anchored in Fulford Friday afternoon. We could have come in Thursday night, but i didn't want to anchor in the dark and it also seemed a good excuse to draw out the adventure another night and day.

Throughout it all, the voyage went very smoothly, with only a couple of tense moments with the currents and the lesson every Captain must learn...when someone throws you an oar, use BOTH hands to catch it, unless you want a black eye.

I have to admit though, it was a glorious voyage with many moments that felt like Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, river-rafting the Mississippi. And considering we all made it in safely, boat and dingy included, with only a few minor injuries to Jonathon (whom fell despite me telling him not to), when he slipped on the rocks beach-combing and taking pictures...Oh and my shiner for trying to catch an oar one-handed...All in all, i think i get to chalk this one up as a very successful, 4 day adventure, that only cost $40.oo in gas.
As to the P.S. of this story that concerns 'One Dingy Down'. That is the cautionary part of this saga, as a reminder to all. Just because you have safely brought your boat in, doesn't mean the adventure is really over and you can let your guard down a few days later, when the wind picks up, and the tide is rushing out and you are adding more line to Dingy-Bat so she isn't slamming against the boat with the wind and waves.

No...when your instincts remind you to tie the new line to Dingy-Bat BEFORE untying it...That would be a wise thing to do. Instead of getting out there and suddenly noticing how the waves were glowing, effervescent as they capped and splashed against Dingy-Bat and all around.

Instead of finishing what you were doing, BEFORE taking a moment to pause and appreciate the wondrous beauty all around you...No, instead, you mindlessly do exactly what you  just told yourself not to do, and untie Dingy-Bat while looking at the pretty waves and then have the wet, slimy, rope, slip from your fingers and immediately gets claimed by the winds and waves, as you, partly coming, to your senses and had began quickly, tying the new line to the boat, instead of wisely, retying Dingy-Bat first.

A novice Captain's mistake i am sure, but one i also made sure i'd remember well, with every stroke i made, as i swam to shore the next day. It's not that i couldn't have just waved down one of the other boaters for a dry ride to the docks...It's that i did HEAR my little voice warn me ahead of time, and i didn't LISTEN, and that can be a deadly mistake on land or water, so was a lesson i did not want to soon forget again.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

WHY ask WHY?

WHY ask WHY?

I was hoping the light of the next day might bring about an apology and recognition of wrongdoing, but it seems not.

Recorded Events for Friday, March 28th. at Salt Spring Community Center - Supper time saw a Care Provider, (Naomi) kick out a guy for unknown reasons and the simple question of "WHY" also got me threats from RCMP and then ejected for the evening and denied services by the Salt Spring Community Services.

As we stood together Friday evening, huddled in the rain, locked outside from the dry warmth inside, because the clocks in their hearts did not yet say 6 pm. Naomi (care provider) came out and singled out a person, asking if she could speak to him in private and they walked up the hill together. Returning a few minutes later, with the gentleman still seeming to have questions Naomi didn't feel like discussing anymore and was passing them off to someone else they could talk to about resolving the situation on Monday...days from now, but for now and until then, had to leave and was denied ALL services without reason or just cause.

The gentleman then asked if they may at least use the phone and was ALSO denied and told there wasn't one available, which is a LIE, as the building is full of offices and phones, as i pointed out to the "care provider" as they left.

A short time later, as the gentleman, now explaining his side of things to those of us remaining outside, the care provider returned and said this person WAS now allowed to use the phone, but immediately changed that to; "I'm calling the Police" as she heard him explaining his confusion and lack of answers to his problem.

IT IS IMPORTANT TO NOTE; He never actually refused to leave, and was only seeking clarification as to what the problem was and asking for phone services to contact the person he was "supposed to talk to" to get those answers.

The care provider (Naomi) is actually the person committing a LEGAL CRIME by filing a false police report.  As are the police for "Conspiracy after the Fact"; when they arrive and have it pointed out to them that the person calling was actually lying, but proceeded with bullying the victim anyway.

Pointing these things out to the officers and asking again as to the ACTIONS this person had committed that warranted his treatment, only brought about threats of arrest on me for "Obstruction of Justice", (standard charge threatened when cops are self-righteously abusing their authority and someone stands against it, which is funny onto itself).

The police continued to threaten my arrest for obstruction, as they bullied and finally chased off the first man, then speaking in great length with Care Provider Naomi before leaving.
Later, after supper, i was pulled aside by Naomi and kicked out, with her FURTHER lying and saying she now felt threatened by me, adding Slander and Defamation of Character to her list of crimes.

It is interesting to note that although i had only ever asked "WHY" this person was being punished and ejected, so perhaps WE can avoid making the same mistakes, BOTH the police and care providers view this as HIGHLY DISRUPTIVE BEHAVIOR, that gets you labeled as being a TROUBLEMAKER. 
I've already been denied laundry services earlier by Naomi, because i complained the internet hadn't been working for 4 months and ALL previous attempts to have it fixed have been ignored. (Of course, just because i was denied services the day after i filled out a complaint form, doesn't mean it's connected, that's what they call coincidence)...just like being kicked out for asking "WHY?" gets turned into; "I felt threatened, even though he never actually said or did anything, except ask WHY?"

Don't get me wrong, i'm very aware there are no honest cops, lawyers and judges to report these crimes to, here on Salt Spring or anywhere else in Canada and the "so-called Free World" and standing against them have only brought attempts on my life.

So what IS the REAL QUESTION;
Did i learn my lesson yet or will they learn theirs?
i THINK, the answer to BOTH is NO.

Shelter Update:(3/31/14)

After speaking to Jordan, the problem is even more systemic that at first thought. He actually looked me in the eye and told me he honestly believed Naomi felt afraid of me and honestly feared for herself and for the safety of the other MEN in the shelter...not only that, he said he felt he probably would have done the same thing in her place, because he didn't feel i had the right to even ASK WHY someone was being kicked out either. "None of my business" is a good enough answer, to an honest question. Yet at the same time he pretends to understand that when the rights of even one of us are violated or denied, so are the rights of us all.

For simply asking WHY, i was attacked and pointed at for "attempting to spoil it for everyone", "Causing problems" and "risk myself getting kicked out" to threats of false arrest for Obstruction of Justice by RCMP officers and ACTUALLY "getting myself" kicked out with further attacks and lies against my character by accusations of violence and unlawfulness by a "STAFF MEMBER" of the shelter, against the crazy homeless guy who's a Lunatic Jesus Freak...and not the TRUE GLORY OF THE OLIVE that might make EVERY ONE OF THOSE "Human Rights VIOLATIONS"...MY BUSINESS.

False charities, churches and religions that steal from GOD's Children and deny them services and rights they PRETEND IN HIS NAME...might well fall within the areas of MY BUSINESS...if i truly were born the "Sign of Jonah" and truly was the "GLORY OF THE OLIVE".
Again i say to everyone; "Just because i say it, doesn't mean it's true and just because you don't believe it, doesn't mean it's not still true."

I'm sure you are right though and GOD had no idea about the child molesting going on in the church or that Ratzsinger was going to quit in a few years and that's why GOD didn't just skip ahead to Francis.
I'm equally sure you are also right that GOD was also blind to the overall corruption and worship of money and power the Vatican had developed and so never reached outside the church to find the least, who was a Lion of Judah, born the Sign of Jonah, from the EAST even as the lightening flashes through the sky to the WEST, came into the world born the 'Son of Man'...by coincidence of course.

But i digress, as this isn't really about me, since all i did was ask "WHY" and truly more about things that happened BECAUSE ANYONE DARED ask why.

I don't even pretend to think for a moment, that the vast majority of you are not already calling me names and accusing me of being ungrateful and hypocritical, of trying to cause problems, while taking advantage of the system...that is, if you've even read this far.
I probably lost a good chunk about a paragraph or so ago. The rest are only reading through looking to find all the tasty bits they can use to tear me a new one and show how crazy and insane i am, instead of seeing what's truly being revealed.

Typical behavior for those trained to kill the messenger, so they don't have to listen to the message. "Don't be a Martyr", "No one likes a Martyr".
Telltale phrases those are, when considering the TRUTH in all things.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Holy Trinity


Searching for Sugar Man

Rodriguez...an amazing, and humble man, who's musical poetry inspired true change in a part of the world he had never even been. While living in modest, obscurity in his own country, 
he was a Legend in theirs and didn't even know it. 
Bigger than Elvis and the Rolling Stones.
He is Rodriguez...Cold Fact.

Friday, March 07, 2014

TOPIC - Birds and Emotions

 (Below is a letter i submitted to a Professor engaged in Bird Studies, that i'm sharing here for any others that may also share in this Field of Study.)

ATTN: Prof. Tim Birkhead

Re: New Scientist (Aug.3rd/2013) - "So Much To Discover"


Blessings Professor;


This letter is in regards to your article in New Scientist (Aug.3rd/2013) - "So Much To Discover", centered around birds and their emotions. It invoked memories of earlier days and the couple of times i have successfully raised and released baby birds, because their mothers had died.


While my perspective at the time was an Empathic one and not a Scientific one, i still feel that, despite my lack of documented data, my LIFE experiences and observations may still provide some insights or confirm some suspicions.



Both birds, i had raised from when they were still featherless and newly hatched, till they were old enough to leave the nest, literally speaking, as i never raised them to be pets. The first was a pigeon, my uncle brought to me as a kid, because the cats had gotten the mother and other babies. He used to fly around and follow me when i delivered newspapers in my little country village, and land on my head for awhile, then take off again, over and over, until i was done, every day. Around that time, my dad tagged his leg so we'd always know him and soon after, he joined a flock at a nearby farmers barn. For years after, every now and again, sometimes many seasons in passing, he would join me in the backyard and land on the ground, or on the lawn-chair i was in and coo for a little bit, hang out and then take off again just as suddenly. The feelings i got from him and actions displayed, were similar to those you described of birds re-uniting.

The second was a baby Robin,  and i seemed to get a lot of negative feedback from those around me this time, stating it couldn't be done because it was too young,  i'd now handled it, and more negative reasons than even worth listing. Again, my perspective was an Empathic one and not a Scientific one, so something inside me decided to proceed anyway and Limit those Limitations, as without me the baby would surely die, as the mother was already dead. (Slammed into patio glass door)


I recognized my greatest limitation was to be able to follow and provide for the baby once he had reached that full and final stage, so i convinced another mother Robin to adopt him as he was on the very last stages of leaving the nest, when they are still ground fed.
This took time, but as he was reaching that final stage, and getting all his feathers in, i would take him to a tree i'd found much earlier, that had another Active Robin's nest . Although, these babies were in an earlier stage of development, (still fuzzy, where mine was feathered), it was the only other active nest i had found nearby. I began by getting close enough to startle her from her nest, but no so close she wouldn't still return to it. Sometimes, i'd just lay there on the ground as the baby would nestle in my beard and lay on my chest. The mother on her nest guarding her babies and me, being the nest, guarding mine.


I'm not sure how many days/hours etc. passed during this process, as i say i wasn't keeping records on this experiment, i was just attempting to save a life, but eventually i got to the point where the mother wouldn't leave her nest as my approach got closer, or i had to chase after the baby,( because he was hopping too far away for my liking). During those moments of calm, i sought to Empathic-ally reach out and communicate to the mother that i was ill-suited to be this babies mother and am only truly qualified to be a caring nest and if he was to have any hope for continued survival, he would require a True Mother.


Now i don't have any scans of either of our brains to show you what was going on, but i can describe the jolt of energized, excitement and wonder that surged through ME the very first time she left her nest of young, to fly down and feed my baby. I can also describe the overwhelming calm and joy, mixing to create a euphoric sense throughout me when i saw her do it for a second and third time. That also brought about the realization that my work here was done and he would be safe now.


Again, i never tagged this bird, as my dad had done with the pigeon before, so it may well be whimsy that makes me think that the young Robin, that would land on the closest branch and sing to me from time to time when i was outside, was the same one i began raising, but something inside me tells me it was.

As i stated earlier, i only share these Life Experiences, despite the lack of hard data, with the hopes of it being more relevant than long-winded and can confirm some suspicions, inspire some insight or direction.


your humble servant,
ancient clown