Saturday, February 14, 2009

1/7/05

Mama,

Hey mama. I love you. I’m sitting here in the middle of sketching. Bored and I thought I would write you. It always makes me happy. The guys down stairs blew their fuse and I guess our electricity is connected, so I’m without power. :) It’s been like this since last night. I heard you had a little electrical problem yourself. I wish this place would burn down! :)

It’s cold in here. They have the swamp on non-stop and it’s just cold. I’m wearing shorts, pants, and socks and I’m still shivering. Something about the sound and smell of the swamp cooler is just depressing to me.

Oh yeah, Happy Easter! It’s funny this morning I called Mom and Papa and the first thing I was going to say was “Happy Easter”, however, Mom and I said it at the same time :). I miss them.

I’m counting down to your 29th. I’m very anxious. I can’t wait to see you. I need to know exactly when you are coming so I can request a special visit, then we can have a whole weekend together. What a beautiful day that will be!  I love you Mama and I miss you and your conversations, hugs, thoughts. I just miss my Mama! 

I’m struggling to pick up a radio station 103.9. It came in clear in Florence. I’m just too far away I guess. It’s been a long time since I drew, read and wrote listening to music. It’s refreshing.

I got a whole bunch of pictures from Frank. Finally I have a picture of Sarah and I. God, I miss her. I dremt last night that I went to see Lacey and she was doing porn. I just told her good bye. She said that she had to tell me that Sarah was coming to get me and she hoped I was happy. Right after that I woke up very sad.

I wrote this song and sung it at the sweat yesterday. Those guys cracked up at it.
“I wish I had a woman that would love in the prison system. Hey ya Hey yo!
I used to get some mail, but she cut me off in jail. Hey ya Hey yo!
Now the only women I see is on the televisions screen. Hey ya Hey yo!
I’m all alone. I’m all alone.”
Those guys loved it! :)

It’s sad the things we take for granted. Never realize it until it’s gone then we’re left tying to fill a void. Grabbing at empty space – nothing but memories and fill their place. Oh well.

I hope you got those pictures I sent by now. It takes forever to receive anything at least a week old. I love you Mama. I really thought you would be happy to have them. I mean I was at first reality I guess.

That Hopi book is really interesting. It’s saying ancient Hopi stories are backed up through artifacts. Before they could settle down in their homeland, they had to migrate four times and they went as far as the East coast, leaving behind their marker. Certain clans fell off and forgot the instructions given to them. In the beginning these clans become all of the clans in the Americas. In Ohio and Florida they left huge mounds in the shape of a snake. There are six snakes through out the Americas. It’s called Masichn’a. the guardian spirit.

Oh Mama, I wish I could shake this dark cloud. The sun is going down and I’m running out of light. But tomorrow is a new day full of hope and relief. We should get our power back tomorrow. I hope. I forgot how time slows without the aid of a moving T.V. screen. :)

I got the address of the Federal clerk of the court. I’m going to write and ask for the paperwork I need in order for a federal review of my case. I hope something happens. I don’t want to be 26 by the time I get out. I pray I haven’t lost my 20’s and I get to spend time with my grand people and Chopper.

I don’t mean to sound so sad. I guess I’m just in one of those moods. Tomorrow- I will smile tomorrow. I think I’m tired. I want to sleep, but I want to wait until I’m all out of light. Maybe tonight I will dream a happy journey. One that will cancel out the previous.

I hope you are doing alright, better than me at least. Oh, have you heard from Christifer yet? I hope he is having fun and enjoying himself. Maybe getting a new perspective on things. I know you moved, but I’m sure you’ll get my letters. I love you.

April is almost here and so are you. Are you happy Mitch is going back with you> I hope in any event, you have an upper hand. :) All that matters is your happiness. I’m here for you no matter what comes, well in spirit :).

You are always in my prayers and I can’t wait to give you a big hug. I miss you lots and I hope you are safe and healthy.

I love you Mama and am very happy for your success and am very proud of you and what you are. I am very blessed to have you as my mother.

Your loving son, Charlie


[Two other letters came in the envelope with the previous one]

Mama, It’s me again. I thought I would ramble on for a couple more pages. Three pages don’t seem so long. Kinda’ skimpy. My sun is fading away and you are the last person I am writing to tonight, which is just as well.

I should write So’oh, Patty, Mom and Papa and Mr. Martin, but I only want to talk to my Mama. I guess I should write my pops to but…

Time, time, time. I wouldn’t mind a Coma right now. Knock off a couple of years in a blink of an eye. Yeah, wishes, :)Sweet wishes.

One day I will look back on all of this like a bad dream. I’ll try not to over compensate. Become famous and live in luxury. Spending my free time supporting worth-while causes helping humanity in the Red Cross or something like that. Oh the future, the thing with any promise :) tomorrow. I love you Mama. I could go for a hug.

How’s the old man, Chopper doing? I miss that old dog. I see him sometimes in my dreams. He runs and barks along side of Jesse. They play together and we have adventures.

Mama, I wish I was there with you. Sometime in the near future I will be. I can’t wait to spend Holidays with you and my family. What is to come is what helps me get through. Thanks for being there when I need you. I always enjoyed talking to you. You’re such a good listener. :)

I love you Mama. I’m going to finish this up and send it out,

Your loving son, Charlie


Mama-
Hey Mrs. Mama. Oh excuse me Ms. :) It’s Sunday night and I want to tell you I love you and miss you. I’m so looking forward to your b day. You’re going to be the best looking 29 year old ever!

I have some bad news, but I think you already know. I was real upset when I found out. ‘actually I read it wrong and was happy and screamed, “YES!”  But they confirmed the judgment. I was only upset for a minute. I know I can handle anything. I guess it just wasn’t the time. I really wanted it to be though.

There is this old man that I talk to from Rincon. It’s amazing how competent he is. I have been talking to him about all of this. He had his case over turned from State to Federal. He is going to help me out with the paperwork. I really feel like the Federal court would give me more justice, I hope. Whatever happens, happens. Fate is on my side. I could go for a hug though, despite the master plan. :)

I got your books! Very cool. I’m glad I have you in my life. Such insight, I still haven’t read, Freedom wherever we go. But I am savoring the amount of unread material I have on the shelf. I recently received three books from on e of the bros over here. “The way of the Hopi”, “Custer died for your sins”, and “Great Native American Speeches.” I used to have “Custer died for your sins”, but the book just puts me in a negative mood.

I was reading the Hopi book today. I only got up to the third Chapter. It was very cool. This old man is talking about migrations that took place. It’s all very interesting. The author is very knowledgeable. Especially considering the time the book was published. The group of old men is talking about the Hopi “chakras” and how much they have in common with the Tibetan and Hindu Mysticism. The Hopi Chakra’s have 5 points vs. the seven from Eastern religions.

The most important of the Hopi chakra’s is called Ko-pa-vi, the crown of the head. It is the most important because of birth. When we are children-babies, our skulls are soft because the door to the creator is open. Once our skulls harden, it is harder to hear to hear the creator. So, we rely on our other points in order to reopen the kopavi.

In Sanskrit , it is called Sattasrara-padma- the thousand petal lotus. This area accesses our brain’s pituitary gland. It is where our psychic, consciousness resides. That is why it is the most important. Funny for this Hopi belief to coincide with Eastern ancient ideas, huh? Another is located mainly centered between the eyebrows. The Hindu’s third eye. – Indians  This is where the Medulla oblongata is- I think that is where the emotions come from- not too sure though. The next is the throat. Then the heart. The Hindu word is Anahata Chakra ( I think) then the solar plexus area is supposed to be where the creator has a throne in all of us- our intuition. There are tow more in Hindu, but I don’t really remember. I know one is at the base of the spine. It’s in that yoga book. The lower points also represent the Earth because that was how the Earth was made. And our bodies are made of the same thing as the Earth- Air, Earth (dirt) :). Eastern Mysticism believes the same thing that man and the Earth are the same within the seven universes. It’s very cool to have my books overlap like that.

There’s a movie on T.V., “The Godfather” – very stupid. I’m listening to Tool. My cellie is down there doing something. I was supposed to move, but the guy didn’t want to when the time came. So, I’m trying to change this dude’s attitude. It’s a lost cause though. He’s tainted. He gets along great with the creeps. Anyone remotely good -looks at him as I do :). I get along with the good hearts. He gets along with evil hearts. – two hearts. I swear he is always talking about beating someone up and the things he did on the other yards – a bunch of hot air. I mean he makes sound effects when he reenacts his “stories”. Pathetic :)

Yeah the day I get anything from my brother , I’ll say, “Hey Jesse, it’s been a while!” He visits in my dreams sometimes just to say , “hi!”. I wish Christifer would write but…

Yeah jenny is that Lesbian. The last time I saw her wasn’t good. Lacey and her got into it. I tried to break it up. I put Lacey in the car. I went around to the other side and Jenny opened the door and started to fight some more. Then her little scooter boyfriend pulled her off and started to hit Lacey. I ended up hitting him in the head with a beer bottle. Then I got a night stick to the skull and ended up in the hospital waiting room. An awful night. All of these guys that talk about being with two women at once, don’t know about the drama afterward.
I wouldn’t mind hearing from her though. Ha! I like to have people to write to, especially ones that write back! I’ve known her since I was 16- no 15. Oh well.

Could there be a more stupid movie than “Space Cowboys”? I’m trying to buy a new shirt before you come to visit. The ones I have are all big and old. I need t new radio too. This one is broken. I have to rig it just to play it. I need a property form, but no one has one.

One of the bros lent me a couple of tapes and it is a pain in the ass to listen to them. This guy form the other side, whom I have never met sent me some hard house tapes too. I finally met him when a big fight broke out in the kitchen. The tapes were ones I used to have. It was a trip to listen to them. His name is Jesse.:) I sent him some D& B tapes. I’ll probably trade back in a week or so. I want one of them though.

Martin sent me a bunch of pictures he had. Three were of me and I sent one of them to you. If you can make a copy of it and send it back in the next letter I’d appreciate it. I thought you would like it though. I think he looks like Johnny in it.

The other one is me, I guess at the bus stop. I don’t know when Martin took it. I hate pictures of myself. I have one I look real bad in. I think I will hold on to it. Though, I would like a copy of this other picture too.

I love you Mama. Hang in there with me. I’ll get out some time. Hopefully soon. But until then I will keep you in my prayers. I’ll send nothing but good wishes your way. I can’t wait to see you in April! I’m excited. I miss you.

Tell Chopper, “Hi” for me. :) Don’t forget how proud of I am. Your strength keeps me strong. I love you.

Your son, Charlie

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