Insect Shield

Hey folks- please check out Insect shield products when you have a chance.  You will be glad you did.

We’d like to send a big TFT ‘THANK YOU’ to Insect Shield for donating supplies to the trek, which Logan will certainly put to good use.  As mentioned in the video, he has been using Insect Shield products for years, and with great success.

Here is the link to their website, and the video is below:






This afternoon, August 8, 2015, I felt that I would be best served by going to one of my most happy places; to the forest of my childhood; to the giving trees who I love and love me in return.    I recorded two videos (see our YouTube channel for those), and wrote this post.  It is indexed under the category of ‘spiritual’; take from it what you will…


My mom has been in the flower shop business since I was in kindergarten, and to this very day.

From earliest youth until such time I departed home (13 days after I graduated high school), I spent 6 of 7 days a week behind the counter, in the workroom either observing or helping with the family business.  That amounts to about 4,368 days of my life.

During my time in the shop I have witnessed the coming and going of more than 1000 funerals, for which I’ve made even more treks to deliver floral arrangements to the local funeral homes and cemeteries.  I also worked for the funeral home part time, maintaining cemetery grounds and clearing grave sites of the recently departed.  Throughout, I have seen many a family in mourning, I’ve heard many a eulogy, as does everyone in this business.

A curious boy, I always wondered why some funerals seemed to emanate more laughter and kinship than heavy sadness and a sense of separation.  I wondered why some people displayed such tremendous sorrow and burden, whereas others were prone to levity in remembrance.

One day, I asked the undertaker: ‘why is this so? … Why is that person so sad, but the other more at peace?’

Replied the undertaker two things that I have always remembered and thereafter contemplated for decades since:  “Everyone mourns in their own way the sense of loss.  Some focus on celebrating the life and personality of the person that once was, where others become focused mostly on the loss.  Also, regret.  Those who mourn so heavily seem also to carry the most regret.”

‘What do you mean by regret?’, I further inquired.

“Regret that they didn’t have closure before it was too late.  Regret that there were feelings left unexpressed; words left unsaid…regret, and often guilt, that some aspect of their relationship with the departed could have been or should have been different, had they only made their peace before the person departed.  While they are sad for the vacancy and void now in their life, they are mostly regretful for something left undone; something left unsaid, which may now never be completed.  This lack of completion is what they actually mourn for most.”

He concluded by admonishing: “So remember, then, to tell your loved ones now that you love them and make your peace daily…that you may never have regret for leaving something incomplete should the time come unannounced, as it so often does.”

I think about my own family and friends.  If any of them transitioned tomorrow, what would be left unsaid or not completed in my relationship with them?  For whom and what would I mourn with the sense of ‘if only I had…’

I am presently writing a book about this lesson from the undertaker.  It’s titled:  Eulogy – putting the fun back in ‘fun’eral.  The premise is simple.  While it is an expected and normal part of the grieving process to experience a sense of loss for the person, it is most tragic and heartbreaking to never achieve closure for the feelings and words left unexpressed.

…It is most difficult when we experience a void of separation for which the gap could have otherwise been closed before it was too late.  The conclusion of the book entails an exercise:  To write eulogies for those whom we love, expressing what we love about them– and to give the eulogy to that person NOW– while they are alive.  The objective is to make one’s peace and closure now, so that one can celebrate the life of their dearly departed when the time comes, versus being mired in a sense of regret for what could have been, but never again can be.

Perhaps today is a good day to reach out to those for whom you care and express your love and appreciation.  Or, depending on the circumstances, to express whatever it is about your relationship that you wish were better than it is.  …Even to express or ask for forgiveness for some perceived trespass or infraction.

Perhaps every day is a good day to express our feelings to those with whom we are in relationship, even if those feelings may not be something they want to hear, or are difficult for one to convey.

What is worse?  To express love or contention now, or to have regret and lack of closure for ‘if only I had, while I still could…’ ?


p.s.- while at the forest today, I took some photos, in case you are interested in meeting some of my friends.   Here are three of them, in no particular order…

Lean On Me Tree

Mighty Pine

Joyous Tree





















PeaceLean On Me




TFT Progress Report # 11 – Phase 2 Launch

Greetings once again, dear TFT Community!  Happy sunny Sun-day for August 2, 2015   🙂

Welcome to another exciting installment of ‘As the Trek Turns’.  For, indeed, we have turned a big corner to embark on PHASE 2 of the TFT odyssey.

Having taken the past couple of weeks to re-group, recuperate, re-tool and re-commit, we are now officially re-launched into the remaining 2800 miles of our quest for truth, happiness and the imminent liberation of humanity…

…And- oh- what a most wonderful time it is to be in love with life as we collectively manifest the blossoming next renaissance!

Let us begin this update by resuming from where we left off, July 12.  Per last report, Logan was taking a much-needed break after walking 1100 miles from Lewes, DE to Louisville, KY.  Concurrently, I was having Peter Pan-like lucid dreams about a rampant consumption society incited by the global manufacturing oligarchy of all things plastic.

…Both of us were having a twinge of angst about where and how we go from here.  This was especially with consideration for the mode of travel, in order to traverse The Rocky’s ahead of autumn.    To be perfectly honest, we were both a bit fatigued, if not once again feeling overwhelmed at the massive journey ahead, with utmost consideration for Logan, who’s butt is on the line each day he forges into uncharted territory.

We were re-minded of a passage oft contributed to Goethe:

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back– Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.”

We prayed, consulted our Soul Group, and we figured it out, as inevitably we do:  Transition from two feet to two wheels– get a bike.  And so we did.

I don’t think either us has felt that boyhood sense of anticipation and glee for many years.  The one that comes with designing, sourcing and procuring a shiny new red bike, replete with disc brakes, paniers and front carriage!  Plus, it has that new bike smell (bonus).  🙂

Having determined and secured the going-forward mode of transportation, Logan performed due diligence for the route maps and launch window.  Based upon how many miles he can cycle per day, with about 2800 route miles from Louisville to termination in San Francisco, he estimates touching the Pacific Ocean in October.  Thusly, the phase 2 launch date was slated for Friday, July 31.  And so it was, and it was AWESOME!

We had many supporters turn out from the Lyme and TFT awareness community, as well as media coverage from WLKY-32.    Here is the link to the news story on WLKY; we commend the conscious, responsible journalism of Erica Coghill and WLKY TV:

Subsequently, I made this quick highlights video to encapsulate Logan’s sendoff; his return to the path less taken:


Speaking of the path less taken and truth journalism, have you heard about the latest CDC bombshell?   Yeah.  The MAJOR news story –centered on the charges that have been read into the congressional record by Representative Bill Posey – but which have yet to be reported by the lamestream media???

Well, then, check out THIS article and ask yourself where in the heck your ‘(s)elected’ representatives stand on the matter and/or what have they done to address it:

Again:  things that make one go, “Hmmmmmm…maybe big pharma, in collusion with big government, IS actually out to exterminate us ‘useless eaters’ “.

…Yeah…and after you research ‘useless eaters’ for yourself, I’ll be happy to illuminate you about my time spent with Henry Kissinger and other genocidal heads of state.  Just remember, there is no ‘theory’ to the conspiracy, so please don’t waste my time with conjecture about the sad truth– and never ask me anything unless you want the unadulterated truth.   …Integrity comes with a price; a heavy burden at times, but it also delivers one to ultimate liberation and freedom.  I feel a quiet pity for anyone who knowingly chooses to avoid the truth, when they know full well what it is, but do not have the means or courage to face it.  I, personally, would die if I lived in such a contracted and compromised state of spirit, for it is not my nature.

But I digress, so allow me to continue on with the pertinent topics at hand.

The latest CDC revelations and continued denial by the AMA that chronic Lyme disease even exists smells like corruption (*cough* murder) to me.  You can make your own decision, or not.  Either way, a decision is being made, by someone, about YOUR lives.

After all, it’s always and ultimately up to each of us, isn’t it?   Whether to layover like a lapdog or, conversely, to stand up and ask the prudent questions, such as: WHAT IN THE BLOOMIN’ HELL IS GOING ON AROUND HERE, AND WHY IN THE HELL AREN’T THESE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY BEING REPORTED BY THE LAMESTREAM MEDIA!!!???

Ooh, ooh—look over there, look over there– Donald Trump’s toupee flew off, Bruce Jenner got a new bikini, and Madonna is showing her ass in public again  —squirrel!

(that was jaded sarcasm)

The reason for broaching the topic of fraud and deception surrounding the link between vaccines and autism has DIRECTLY to do with the same vein of continuing chicanery (by your ‘govern-ment’) regarding the refutation of Lyme disease as the epidemic that is it has become.

Did you know that our state government, most physicians and the medical institution at large do not even recognize/admit that Lyme can be contracted in the state of Kentucky???!!!  …Well, let’s just ask Michelle and her two sons (featured in the aforementioned WLKY news report).   Yeah.  They almost died from Lyme disease, after contracting it right here in My Old Kentucky Home state of denial.

This is an opportune point to insert a link to the absolutely incredible documentary film Under Our Skin.   For those who have not yet seen this, I cannot encourage you enough to check it out:

Are you seeing a pattern here, folks?

As John Cougar sings: ‘you have to stand for something, or you’re gonna fall for anything’.  Yup.  Words of wisdom and admonition.

For the wise owls cognizant to observe these patterns of murderous deception—as perpetrated by the CDC, AMA, the WHO, and every other derivative of the cabalist powers that were— let us stand with love in our hearts and CALL THEM OUT!

Speaking of wise owls who hoot out the truth, we send a big TFT salute with much gratitude to truth speakers such as:

Mike Adams The Health Ranger:

Sharyl Attkisson, an exceptional person of integrity:

Laura Walker at The Oracle Report and her promotion of the TFT with recent news links: ( )

And, most certainly, Erica Coghill at WLKY news for demonstrating the courage and integrity to report the real news you can use.  BTW, here’s a link to another story that Erica covered with Logan last year in June, 2014:

I spoke with Logan yesterday and today; he’s making great progress and his spirits are high. 🙂

After peddling across the foot bridge into Indiana ~ 11:00 am EST Friday, he arrived in Corydon, IN by 2:30pm and logged 50 miles on day 1 of the re-launch (woo-hoo!).  While in Corydon (Indiana’s first state capitol), he was thrilled to meet trail angel Jessica, who is also a Lyme patient.  We send a big TFT thanks and virtual hug to Jessica, who sent Logan a care package during his arduous hike through the Ohio leg of the trip, a month ago.

Trail Angel Jessica in Corydon

He logged another 50 miles on Saturday (yesterday), and is presently on track to touch Illinois late Monday or early Tuesday.  After that, ‘only’ 2500 miles and three months to go before we say helloooooo, San Francisco!    🙂

Yep, happy campers, we are back on the trail with a renewed wind in our sails.  Forever onward and upward we trek for truth and seek to unveil all evidence of the new renaissance—for it IS here NOW.

So arise and feel invigorated in the knowing that brighter days dawn as the old constructs of  a perverted power-elite crumbles back into the ether from which it came…like so much fog of a bad dream.  The separated mind is rejoined and rejoices to learn that in every way and always, truth and love prevails.  Let us then, campers, choose to be in love with each other, our natural state of being humankind.

Mark Twain is quoted as saying:  ‘The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.

I, for one, was born to deliver a message of inspiration …to be given the opportunity to provide an example for what it is to embody the antithesis of and antidote to evil, for which the anagram is LIVE.

Let us all choose a happy and healthy life for ourselves and our mother earth.  As we forgive ourselves and the aberration of anything else that might appear to be in conflict with our divine nature, let us go forth on this trek in love with life eternal.

Until next progress report, may peace our goodwill and love be with you,


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TFT Progress Report #10 — The Human Condition and Dreams

Good SUNday to the TFT Community!  –Hope y’all are doin’ swell.  🙂

In addition to this TFT update with some links to other empowering news you can use,  I am expressing a quick missive about some occurrences of the past week .   So drop your walking sticks, grab a seat on the log and gather ‘round the campfire…

As for the TFT progress report, Logan will be back on the trail Monday; resuming from Chelsea, IN; from where we extracted him a few days back.  He will meander southwest down the ‘Kentuckiana’ Ohio valley toward Illinois over the coming days.

After that, in about 10 days, we are going to drop back and re-assess the logistical plan for the route westward, and with consideration for the going-forward mode of transport.   Fact is, it’s a dire necessity that Logan makes it through the Rocky Mountains pass ahead of winter’s inclement weather.  It is, therefore, most likely that he will switch to bicycling as the preferred and prudent mode of transport for the remaining 4400 mile journey.   We will keep you posted as the plan develops.

In the meantime, we have been busy with production on a TFT video that we hope to release in about 10-14 days from today, July 12th.  With the help of the bright-eyed, and capable young Director Jack, (an aspiring film maker and soon-to-be student at Columbia College Chicago), we spent three hours yesterday morning capturing content.

Step one = publish a TFT overview promotional video.  Step two = build footage for the TFT Documentary: FREEDOM?  Whereas such things require an operating budget, we greatly appreciate any and all donations.

If it’s not possible for you to donate, then please do us a favor and ask others to subscribe to our website for the post updates, our YouTube Channel and Facebook (Links below).   …we REALLY do appreciate seeing our subscriber base increase.  THANK YOU, sincerely, for passing along this post and other posts with encouragement for others to subscribe.  J

A segment of the video shoot included recognition of other truth seekers who have been an inspiration to us.  One of which is Allan Weisbecker—a gem of a human being—and a guy who always makes me laugh.  A fantastic writer and filmmaker, we highly recommend that you watch Water Time if you haven’t already.  Here’s a link to his latest post:   And here’s a link to the 7 minute intro of Water Time:

Another person we mentioned is Adam Kokesh.  Adam is presently on national tour to promote his book FREEDOM, which is available for free at this link:   Also, just announced, Adam and Macey became engaged (yay!).  We are so happy for them 🙂  Link to the announcement:

Lastly, we mentioned the tireless and brilliant Richard Grove.  I’m still blown away by ‘the brain’.  We admire his contribution to truth, and Richard’s website contains a phenomenal wealth of resource materials, found here:

That, happy campers, is the gist of the TFT Operational update; stay tuned for more as Logan returns to the trail this week.

As it pertains to the missive I mentioned afore, I now pose a question to you:  Do you have dreams?

Actually, it’s a two-part question, the second being:  When I asked this question, what was your immediate response?  In other words, did you interpret the question as ‘Dreams’ when sleeping at night?  Or, did you think of ‘Dreams’ as in aspirations, desires and ambitions?

Hold that thought– I’ll circle back in a minute.   Let me convey something else in the interim; it has to do with the subject of this week’s post: The Human Condition.

BTW, did you know that synonyms for the noun ‘Condition’ are:  Disorder, Complaint, Illness, Ailment, State, Form Situation and Circumstance.  When we look at the definition of the verb, we find: ‘bring (something) into the desired state for use.’  …As in, to condition someone for something…

If we begin an etymological break-down of the word, we note that it begins with ‘Con’.  Upon investigating ‘dition’ we learn:  Middle French, from Latin dicion-, dicio word of command, command, dominion, from dicere to say.    …Hmmmm…

I spent the past week or so deeply in thought about both the condition(ing) of our human species and the beautiful mother earth on which we live.   Another BTW:  ‘live’ spelled backwards is ‘evil’.   –But I digress; ‘tis not time, just now, for the fun-with-words game.

As I was saying, I had an unusually contemplative week.  It was fraught with thoughts of doubt and uncertainty; whether people would ever awaken to (or take action about) the continued atrocities against humanity.  I wondered if we’d ever reach the ‘100th monkey’ stage before the ruling oligarchy killed our mother Sophia and her true, innate children—us.

I also thought a lot about the astral hierarchal realms, and how the game is rigged, far beyond what we observe in day-to-day life on this planet.  This led to more contemplation and research pertaining to what some referred to as ‘Astral Parasites’, or other life forms that derive sustenance from and by creating a negative energy  field throughout the planet.

I mean, think about it.  It’s akin to licking a toad for the hallucinogenic effect.  Yeah, sounds weird, but it’s true.  There are certain toads that, when disturbed, secret a toxin.  The toxin is like LSD.  People shake the toads and then lick them to get high.

It just got me thinking that it’s possible for there to exist another life form that does something similar to us; a lifeform (ethereal as it may be) which creates disharmony, fear and angst among people, upon which it feeds (i.e., we are the unsuspecting toads being shaken up).

I suppose it’s quite similar to what some interpret as the devil and its ways of subversion.  We’ve all heard the adage ‘the devil made me do it’, or, ‘that guy had his demons to deal with’.   Why do we say these things unless we believe them to be true?  …And is it not possible to change our conditioning so that we may become empowered and responsible for our creations, versus being victimized by some unseen force such as evil and devils?

Hey- I just noticed something else:  devil spelled backwards is LIVED.  And live is the opposite of death.   –But again, I digress.

Anyway, I became discouraged (if not plagued) by feelings of whether Logan and I were doing the TFT for naught; whether any of it really mattered.  …Yep.  Discouraged if not overwhelmed that few others were awakened enough to recognize that WE CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS—for EVERYONE.

We, everyONE who seek to vanquish uninvited victimization, must team up.  ‘TEAM’ = Together Everyone Achieves More.  We can do this!  🙂   Go Team TFT!

I discussed my existential angst with a friend who assured me that ‘the field of potentiality is indeed changing’.  That mother earth herself was rousing in order to dream a new dream.  Interestingly, I have been concurrently very focused on A Course In Miracles Lesson 140, which some refer to as ‘the happy dream’ lesson.   Another ‘Hmmmm….’

Subsequently, the next day, I was very thrilled to listen to the latest recording of Parliament Of Wise Owls (POWO), which is produced by Sol Luckman, Laura Walker and Andrew Foss.  It anchored for me a very positive message; it gave me inspiration and hope, if not lots of smiles and chuckles. 🙂    I’ve been a huge fan of The Oracle Report for more than two years; the addition of the POWO episodes are something I enjoy very much.  Here’s a link to the latest recording, and I hope it makes you happy too:

Okay, then; enough of my rambling about the human condition.  After all, I truly believe that the troubles we face shall soon be alleviated.  Brighter days shall dawn–they always do.

Instead, how about we circle back to the topic of dreams?    I had a sleeping dream Friday night (technically it would be Saturday morning).  I recount it for you as follows:

The dream began (quite suddenly) with me wrestling to escape from a bunch of mean pirates in the hold of a big old wooden ship.   I ran up a narrow ladder to topside as they clamored swords and kept trying to pull me back down by my ankles.  Once free on the deck, I ran fast to the bow and jumped as far as I could off the starboard into a massive ocean bay.  It was nighttime and I could see nothing but pitch black as I swam as far as I could underwater, away from the ship.

Just as I popped back above the surface I heard an angry man yell from the deck, “NOOOOOOOOO!!!”

And then – Pha-FOOM and Ka-BOOM!—a massive explosion erupted in a gorgeous orange fireball as the ship was obliterated.  It was spectacular, as the ship hull pieces and cargo began raining down in the water all around me.

I began laughing because it occurred to me that I had been successful in setting fire to the black powder kegs in the belly of the cargo bay.  The ship, for which I had the distinct connotation as being the last of its kind and the prize warship of an evil empire, was now destroyed.

Almost breathless, I began to swim toward a piece of the mast floating nearby; I clutched on and pulled myself astraddle.  Just then, behind me, I heard another big splash and the angry man yell, “There he is!  —Seize him and kill him!!!”   It was the captain of the ship and one of his yeomen pirates (uh-oh).  They had survived the blast and were in a dinghy boat rowing toward me.

…I couldn’t help but to pause when I saw the captain some 50 yards out, for he looked so very much like Captain Hook…

That’s when I thought ‘what would Peter Pan do in a situation like this?’  -And it came to me:  call upon the elementals for help!  “Wind of the night and water of life”, I commanded, “rise up to my back and carry me fast from this attack!”

Wow!  I was suddenly pushed up the bay by a big swell, and was somehow able to paddle on the wind with my arms, such as oars.    [Note: it was a semi-lucid dream and I recall thinking to myself, ‘holy crap. this stuff actually works if you believe in it!’]

Whereas the captain was cursing and banging his sword against the dinghy, I was skimming quickly and farther away, until I saw a river inlet.  The sun was about to rise and I’d lose the cover of dark, so I darted portside into the estuary.

The river was choppy at first, but soon was calm as the sun rose.  I continued ‘paddling’ against the air with my arms and came upon a smaller tributary, whereupon I navigated starboard into a deep creek.  The creek was completely covered in a canopy of low-hanging tree limbs.  The water was placid; it was enchanting scenery with forest along both sides.   About two miles in, it became very quiet and there were copious lilly pads.  Just ahead I saw the termination at a deer path along the bank.

The ship mast bumped up to the bank and I hopped off.  I proceeded to my right in a brisk walk, all the while parting sapling branches, somewhat stooped in rather thick undergrowth.

I had advanced about a quarter mile when suddenly, ‘BAM!’ – I walked head-first into a set of double glass doors and was knocked back on the ground.   The doors, identical to the kind at a shopping mall, opened and I went inside.

…This is where the dream gets weird…

I went through a foyer to arrive in a massively huge department store.  It seemed never ending and the ceiling was no less than four stories up.  There were numerous surveillance cameras placed symmetrically all across the ceiling.  There was a balcony way at the top enclosed with mirrored glass.  It struck me as being a place from which to observe.

The department store floor had every conceivable ware you can imagine.  The aisles went on so expansively that you couldn’t even see the end.  There was clothing, makeup, food, dry goods of every sort, hardware, electronics, housewares, jewelry—seemingly everything that had ever been manufactured was available in this place.   …And then something more, which struck me as rather odd.

I came upon an attendant who was watching the floor from an elevated podium, about 20 feet high.  Upon climbing up, the attendant could not see me, nor could anyone else, as though I was invisible.  The ‘anyone else’ includes the many shoppers, as you might expect.  But what I didn’t expect was what I next noticed:  there was an office-like cubicle farm integrated throughout the rows of merchandise.  At each cubicle was a small desktop, to which people were assigned.  Every 7-9 feet there was a quad-cube formation and there were hundreds upon hundreds of people sitting or standing at these desk tops.  All around them was merchandise, and each had a clipboard on which to make notes.

Then, a loud, clinical-sounding voice echoed over the intercom system: “Subjects prepare for next series of rating surveys… subjects now begin survey process.”   With that, some of the people groaned, as though fatigued, and they began to fill out forms to rate the appeal factor of various merchandise articles.  It became apparent that whoever was behind the surveillance cameras and mirrored glass was utilizing these people for gathering data to determine purchasing preferences.

Just then, I heard thunder and it began to rain inside this massive shopping dome.  Most of the people groaned and some put down their heads or slumped.  After a quick downpour ceased, the attendant spoke into a recorder: “observed that subjects appear averse to getting wet.”   …The whole set-up seemed kinda oppressive; the people seemed un-emotive and gloomy.  I wondered why some of the people were free to shop and roam the aisles, whereas others were relegated to the cube farm and filling out survey after survey.

…In any case, ALL of the people seemed almost robotic, as though a piece of their human-ness was void.   To the extent that no one could seem to see me, I wondered if they could hear me.  I leaned over the podium rail with my hands cupped around my mouth and shouted as loud as I could:  “Hey!  Why don’t you people wake up and walk out?!?!  The door is right over over there!”

At which point I abruptly awoke.  It was once again Saturday morning in West Beuchel, KY.

Like I said, weird dream, right?

In closing, I ask another question about dreams.  What are your dreams– ambitions and desires– for the future state of our planet and her children?

I, among many others, hold faith and focus on the indomitable energetic of love’s frequency to arise the higher vibration of us all, that we may manifest, once again, heaven on this earthly realm.

Perhaps if more and more of us dream toward common goals of liberation in the truest sense, we may real-ize it together more quickly.

Until next time, may the peace of sovereignty and security of love’s truth envelope you all…


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