More Bass Lake, western sierra mountainsMiller

Miller's Landing Wishon Point

Waking up TOO early to catch a boat

Caught the boat, a vicious chase but successful

Wrangling said boat

Have boat, will float

I'm on a Boat!

We are all on a boat!

Uh-oh...the stalkers again...bringing the kids this time

swimming off the boat

Hi mom, brought the girls did we?

Tubing on the lake

Mom and Dad, again...

Beach, music, and fun

Water frisbee with DB, Nick and Matt

Goose boy

Angel boy

Awesome

A youngling

Dude, I have to get one of these, they're fun

Me too

Food time

Sunset on the water

Make straight the paths of the Lord

Ah...das Fro

Silence on the waters

Randy's birthday gift

Yay!

Till next time dude

The True TEACHER

Isn't a man nor woman. A place nor thing.

It is the Most High that Teaches. He simply provides and directs vectors of people, places, and things, that awaken us to the truth. Our job is to pay attention; stop sleep-walking through our life and SEE.

The vectors are just an avenue and nothing more, nothing sacred, nothing at all, except to serve that purpose, and then, by definition, this becomes the meaning of life. To see, perceive, understand, love, be do...all vectors by the Great Teacher: God.

DB

The High Way

nothing external is going to change what is a internal state of affairs. what balances is what comes from clear thinking without guile, a open heart willing to see, hear, and know truth; an eagerness to become the best men we can become, as it reveals itself to our mind, body and soul. This latter comes from seeking the highest guidance we can, via the Great Father of all that is. Ask Him to keep you in balance, open your mind, and fill your heart with truth and love and you will become a walking and fiery sun.

This is the high way of the highway.

Don

I guess that we'll meet, we'll meet in the end...

Ah...what was and is no more.


Randy Rhoads...local boy done good, back in the day. You see, back in Glendale/Burbank in the late 70s, there were a few guitar players who were really something. They had their chops down cold and were inventive as well. The rest of us could only improve on what was, but these guys were the ones that charted new ground we all were following.

There was Eddie from Pasadena. Randy in Burbank. Sam and Mike in Glendale. And so on.

These guys could be found at the parks around Brand and Stowe, and playing the occasional backyard party. I know, because we all would bring OUR guitars, sit at their feet and LEARN. They would finish playing some esoteric piece; the joints would be lit and handed over and everyone started playing frisbee.

That's how it was. You could assemble at the parks and be a happy family of friends. Anywhere you went from Pasadena to Burbank. Sometimes, we would all pile into our cars and head to county line for some overnight camping at the beach and surfing. Of course, the guitars came too.

Randy gave guitar lessons, played any where and every where he could; Killeens music, Musonia, Stowe Park, Freeloader Falls, Brand Park, the Whiskey, the Starwood, et al. We all remember the skinny little kid with the big guitar, the long blond hair, and the easy smile.

As the mid 70s became the late 70s, the world took notice, too. Especially Hollywood.

We were thrilled when frist Eddie and then Randy both got signed and released the sounds we had for free for years. We were all so proud...and it inspired us. They did it; we can too. Kind of thing. We followed everything closely and had the inside track, long before anyone else did.

Eddie became Van Halen; Randy became Blizzard of Ozz; Sam and Mike became dopers and did Greg and some of us. The rest of us got jobs, wives, and lives.

Then that sad day in March of '82...Randy was DEAD. No way dude. At first, we all thought the whole band had died; some kind of airliner crash, killing everyone. Not so. It was Randy in a small plane. That bothered me for years. So much so that on my 36th birthday, I chartered a small plane to fly me over the ocean, just to get over all that. It worked.

That's how it was. Real freedom. You can't do any of that today. The police machine will pounce on you with both feet and laugh about it. Especially if you are innocent, young, and have your own light. It was a great time to be alive and in LA.

Anyhow, every few years I go out and pay my respects and remember: the laughter, the joy, the smiles, the creativity, and mourn more than just a lost homeboy, but a lost time. The last days of freedom in the USA. Never to be again.

But we were there. The universe lined up at the right time and put us there. We saw it free, open, and creative. We also saw it die quickly with Reagen and Bush. Fascism took over and has remained that way till this day.

DB

Slavery and the eight veils by Don Harkins

A brilliant piece of writing, Don's experiences with implantable chips mirror my own. We disabled ours with a Tesla coil - to the point we could even see them moving under our skin! I've been implanted in restaurants, on city streets when leaving a car, usually being setup by some NEW "friend" from the internet. It took a great deal of pain, suffering, and prayer to get through those dark days and it still does.

Don's fate, however, was different. They killed him.

http://proliberty.com/observer/20091039.html

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Slavery and the eight veils


by Don Harkins

Over the last several years I have evolved and discarded several theories in an attempt to explain why it is that most people cannot see truth -- even when it smacks them in the face. Those of us who can see “the conspiracy” have participated in countless conversations amongst ourselves that address the frustration of most peoples' inability to comprehend the extremely well-documented arguments which we use to describe the process of our collective enslavement and exploitation. The most common explanation to be arrived at is that most people just “don't want to see” what is really going on.

Extremely evil men and women who make up the world's power-elite have cleverly cultivated a virtual pasture so grass green that few people seldom, if ever, bother to look up from where they are grazing long enough to notice the brightly colored tags stapled to their ears.

The same people who cannot see their enslavement for the pasture grass have a tendency to view as insane “conspiracy theorists” those of us who can see the past the farm and into the parlor of his feudal lordship's castle.

Finally, I understand why.

It's not that those who don't see that their freedom is vanishing under the leadership of the power-elite “don't want to see it” -- they simply can't see what is happening to them because of the unpierced veils that block their view.

All human endeavors are a filtration process. Sports is one of the best examples. We play specific sports until we get kicked off the playground. The pro athletes we pay big bucks to watch just never got kicked off the playground. Where millions of kids play little league each spring, they are filtered out until there are about 50 guys who go to the World Series in October.

Behind the first veil: There are over six billion people on the planet. Most of them live and die without having seriously contemplated anything other than what it takes to keep their lives together. Ninety percent of all humanity will live and die without having pierced the first veil.

The first veil: Ten percent of us will pierce the first veil and find the world of politics. We will vote, be active and have an opinion. Our opinions are shaped by the physical world around us; we have a tendency to accept that government officials, network media personalities and other “experts” are voices of authority. Ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without having pierced the second veil.

The second veil: Ten percent of us will pierce the second veil to explore the world of history, the relationship between man and government and the meaning of self-government through constitutional and common law. Ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without having pierced the third veil.

The third veil: Ten percent of us will pierce the third veil to find that the resources of the world, including people, are controlled by extremely wealthy and powerful families whose incorporated old world assets have, with modern extortion strategies, become the foundation upon which the world's economy is currently indebted. Ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without having pierced the fourth veil.

The fourth veil: Ten percent of us will pierce the fourth veil to discover the Illuminati, Freemasonry and the other secret societies. These societies use symbols and perform ceremonies that perpetuate the generational transfers of arcane knowledge that is used to keep the ordinary people in political, economic and spiritual bondage to the oldest bloodlines on earth. Ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without having pierced the fifth veil.

The fifth veil: Ten percent of us will pierce the fifth veil to learn that the secret societies are so far advanced technologically that time travel and interstellar communications have no boundaries and controlling the actions of people is what their members do as offhandedly as we tell our children when they must go to bed. Ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without having pierced the sixth veil.

The sixth veil: Ten percent of us will pierce the sixth veil where the dragons and lizards and aliens we thought were the fictional monsters of childhood literature are real and are the controlling forces behind the secret societies. Ninety percent of the people in this group will live and die without piercing the seventh veil.

The seventh veil: I do not know what is behind the seventh veil. I think it is where your soul is evolved to the point you can exist on earth and be the man Ghandi was, or the woman Peace Pilgrim was-people so enlightened they brighten the world around them no matter what.

The eighth veil? Piercing the eighth veil probably reveals God and the pure energy that is the life force in all living things-which are, I think, one and the same.

If my math is accurate there are only about 60,000 people on the planet who have pierced the sixth veil. The irony here is too incredible: Those who are stuck behind veils one through five have little choice but to view the people who have pierced the veils beyond them as insane. With each veil pierced, exponentially shrinking numbers of increasingly enlightened people are deemed insane by exponentially increasing masses of decreasingly enlightened people.

Adding to the irony, the harder a “sixth or better veiler” tries to explain what he is able to see to those who can't, the more insane he appears to them.

Our enemy, the state

Behind the first two veils we find the great majority of people on the planet. They are tools of the state: Second veilers are the gullible voters whose ignorance justify the actions of politicians who send first veilers off to die in foreign lands as cannon fodder -- their combined stations in life are to believe that the self-serving machinations of the power-elite are matters of national security worth dying for.

Third, fourth, fifth and sixth veilers are of increasing liability to the state because of their decreasing ability to be used as tools to consolidate power and wealth of the many into the hands of the power-elite. It is common for these people to sacrifice more of their relationships with friends and family, their professional careers and personal freedom with each veil they pierce.

Albert Jay Nock (1870-1945), author of “Our Enemy, the State” (1935), explained what happens to those who find the seventh and eighth veils: “What was the best that the state could find to do with an actual Socrates and an actual Jesus when it had them? Merely to poison one and crucify the other, for no reason but that they were too intolerably embarrassing to be allowed to live any longer.”

Conclusions

And so now we know that it's not that our countrymen are so committed to their lives that, “they don't want to see,” the mechanisms of their enslavement and exploitation. They simply “can't see” it as surely as I cannot see what's on the other side of a closed curtain.

The purpose of this essay is threefold: To help the handful of people in the latter veils to understand why the masses have little choice but to interpret their clarity as insanity; 2. To help people behind the first two veils understand that living, breathing and thinking are just the beginning and; 3. Show people that the greatest adventure of our life is behind the next veil because that is just one less veil between ourselves and God.

Nathan Grad night pics

Don and Randy

Family

Hey dude, here's your thingy

more fiendish thingies

BIrds of a feather, dork out together

BIrds of a feather, dork out together

Getting older by the seaside...another year goes by

Now

1981

Getting older by the seaside...another year goes by

Now

1981

DB Today



Water...again?



DB Today



Water...again?



DB Today



Water...again?



Dog Food...

Dog Food...

Dog Food...

Another "Best Day" for special needs children

Well, it was another successful weekend with the Best Day Foundation. So many special needs families showed up - abouts 50 - that the 150 plus volunteers really had their hands full. The events include, kayaking, surfing, Stand Up Paddleboarding, boogie boarding, swimming, obstacle course stuff, etc. These are activities that these kids generally never have the chance to do - ever. This is so, because so many variables and safety issues beyond just expert swimming skills must be in place, and nothing on this earth offers that for many of these severely disabled children. Special surf boards, equipage, you name it has to be specially designed and built to make much of this possible. Much of the equipment we use is not available for purchase - it must be designed and specially built; and with rigid standards of strength and safety for all parties topmost in the construction. No jury-rigging out in heavy surf.

After all, we are in the ocean. With real waves, tides, rip currents, and dozens of other factors constantly changing from moment to moment. And, these parents are trusting us with the lives of their children. Children that for the most part, are completely unable to cope with anything outside very structured routines. Anyone who has ever worked with autistics will understand this.

But, thanks to the guiding vision of Chipper Bro Bell, Cliff, Nancy, Jaime and so many others, we are now in the third year of this, with a new chapter down south in Orange county starting up. Yay!

After a great morning of (which generally goes to about 2pm) food is served by sponsors, awards and gifts are given to the kids, and everyone unwinds the materiel and packs up trucks, trailers, vans, and such till the next event.

Learn more at

http://www.bestdayfoundation.org/

A very busy morning in the kayaking and outrigger section of the event. Everyone doing to make it it all work for the kids.

Stephanie, Mike, and Keith finishing up a ride for one of 50 wonderful children experiencing the ocean in brand new ways.

 Every boy or girl I took out in the water, said this was their first time ever on a kayak. Yay! They loved it. Many took several turns, in addition to surfing and boogie boarding, which was happening on the other side, not visible in these pics.

Perfect day for the kids.

Really wonderful volunteers, making this a great day!

Another successful ride out in the harbor ends.

Safety first, all hands ready, eager, and making sure everything is what it should be prior to launching into the sea.

These folks are tops!

Son Matt taking a special needs child out on a Stand Up surfboard.

Matt taking a child out on the kayak.

Happy Happy

The ladies were and are, such doers. Really were on the ready for everything without needing to be asked. Made our job of just being watermen (and waterwomen) easy-peasy.

The outriggers heading out with a whole gang of smiling faces.

Safety, safety, safety...and JOY!

Many kids couldnt' walk...or see...most were autistic, among other disabilities. The parents were fantastic, and we kept that trust of allowing the care and welfare of their children, in our hands. Even when out at sea, trained eyes constantly watched each waterman in case of any kind of emergent emergency.