Sunday, March 15, 2009

3/3/05

Mama,
Hey lady! I just got your letter today:). I haven’t gotten any mail in like two weeks. So I was very happy to get some. Has my mail been opened when you receive it? I sent those to letters like a week apart. I also watched ”Captain Ron” :) Twice. It made me reminisce. I could almost hear your laughter. It made the movie much better. I’m glad we are watching the same thing how weird.

I’m all over with the fast. :) Yeah! I performed the ceremonies last weekend. I’ll keep it up until I go back to court which I hope is soon. Something is telling me October. As soon as I hear anything , you will be the first to know. I love you .

I miss Chopper. I wish I could see his face. He’s my black, four legged brother.

Oh did I tell you that that place, “Edgar Cayce Foundation: sent me two books, his biography and a documented book where he quoted from the bible. The “bible companion is the name. At least, I think they sent it. All I got were the books. There was no paperwork saying where they came from. It was cool though. The “Bible Companion” has some interesting ideas on reincarnation. Here he is using Buddhist idealogies in a Christian format. He quoted in the book- someone asked who was the true prophet of God- Mohammad, Jesus or Buddha? He responded by say,” A prophet is a prophet”. Very cool.

I still haven’t read the other one it is called “Life is a river.” I tried reading it when I got it. But it was my first day of fasting and I was having a hard time. I ran out of paper. I don’t know how many I can put in one envelope.

I’ve noticed new lines appearing in my palms. The old one is fading- crazy. I was upset the other day- just frustrated. I asked why I prayed to my angels, “Why can’t I go home?” I immediately heard that it’s not time yet. I got a picture of you working and then preparing a home. :) It made me feel relieved. Amazing how quick I had a response. As Edgar says, “Why worry when you can pray?”

We’ve been in lock down all day again. Yesterday, we at least went to dinner. I don’t mind it because I ma really starting to hate my cellie. He is so pretentious and ignorant! I am moving out this weekend to house 3B6. My new cellie is a very good person who is also using his brain. So that will be very good.

The other day rained for like three days. When we went out to rec. the skies parted. All around us was rain. It was hot out. The rain left a huge puddle of fresh rain water. And it was so hot out that I took off my shirt and rolled up my pant legs and went walking around in it. It reminded me of the river. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy. But that is not such a bad thing in a place like this. :) It was so refreshing. Honestly, the best day ever in prison.

I’ve been having a hard time with my hair. Braiding it is just so feminine. I thought of a masculine type hair tie using elastic and Velcro. It will be very manly.

I also thought of a simple shirt I want to make.I want to make like a regular white tee shirt with a yellow stripe down the left side and then opposite on the back. Man I would like a sewing machine right about now. I can see it so clearly. I have been getting the urge to create stuff lately. I made this medicine bag out of string and a hair tie. What a pain to weave only with a bent staple. I took the string and wrapped it an then wove it on one side. It is black and white. It has a design and a little flap with a tie to secure the inside. Any way I’m going to give it to this guy, Tony. He’s a very good soul. He’s leaving next week. I also drew him up a tattoo. I can’t wait to see it. I gave it to him last weekend. It’s like a band for his arm- very cool looking. He should have it on by Saturday. I can’t wait to see it. I’m also going to give the medicine bag to him. I just felt the urge to give it to him. I’m very happy for him. He has a very large family – 11 kids! I wrote down a couple songs for him to sin in freedom.

I miss yo Mama. I miss Christifer too. I wish things were different.

Oh well, there’s purpose here. Underneath the filth there is sunshine.

This Navajo guy who works in the store came up to me and offered me a job in the store. I was all excited for a couple of days. But the head is leaving in like a week, so the big dude from the other side of the yard sent someone to take his place. And I guess he wants the job. :) Maybe I’ll still get it, but I doubt it. The Navajo guy has a really good aura. But this new guy definitely does not! I just senses the ick very strong.

My medicine has to be very strong now. I’m trying to bring a lighthearted unity to the circle. But the majority is not positive.

You know this past weekend I did the ceremonies and my body started to shake very bad. First I pass the shell for everyone in the circle to bless them selves. After that I speak rather well. It is like the evil leaves the mind of the damaged ones and I have complete control over their energies. So then I ask for any special prayers to be heard. It’s like a chance for all us to concentrate on the request – which works- the power of prayer.[Even the Edgar Cayce group that under his guidance or insight must know about the power of prayer.] Anyway, then I smoke the pipe and bless it in the six cardinal directions and we smoke concentrating on the special requests and our own prayers. The pipe is passed clock wise once. It helps because after wards everyone is happy and peaceful. We just talk openly about anything that is on own minds. Some times I bless some water with sage and we drink from the same cup :)Sound familiar? :)

I’m going to start to write a sermon to help me address the circle in the opening prayer and the closing prayer- But mostly the opening ones. I want to encourage prayer in them- especially the damaged ones! I want to do it in a way that inspires them to believe in it. This would help them to help themselves. It will come to me. I know it will.

I miss you. Soon- hopefully, I will get some redemption- just a little reduction in sentence time would suffice :). I love you. Do you know who sounds like Mitch? Jesse James, I swear if I close my eyes I can’t tell the difference.

I love hearing from you! But I know you know this already. You are my hope for the world and I miss you.

I’ve been with Jesse, Chris and you in my dreams. The pas couple of nights Jesse was in a tux and I had nothing to wear. Another dream I had a condo and was trying to find clothes to wash but there were no dirty clothes. I went into Jesse’s room and asked him if he had any more dirty clothes. He told me I was on my own. It has to do with my neurotic phobias of success. Jesse telling me that I was on my own leads me to believe I’m ready to hand my life now, on my own. God I hope I am on the right track. I want to accomplish so much. If I don’t… failure is not an option. I feel like I have so many things that I am capable of. I just think of what a waste it would be to not complete my destiny. "Now that is pathetic! What a thing to be afraid of. I just don’t want to be a success and f*** it off! What a nut:).
I love you. I miss talking to you. You are a good listener.:)

The bros are starting to sound alright over here now. Give it a couple more months and we’ll be all right.

I’m going to compose a couple songs for us to sing. We were all talking about it. A simple Pow-wow song that jams with a fast beat. I’m going to write one. It’s pretty simple just the end chorus with, “Hey ya, Hey yo! I’ll write one in English and get a translation or something. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m slowly going home.
Eternal love,

Your son,
Charlie

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