So much has happened since I last reported leaving for Georgia for the West Coast that I really don't know where to begin. Suffice it to say that I came to the West Coast to check in with family and friends. The known factors speak for themselvs. But the unknown factors that come with Peace Pilgrim travel on the West Coast has proven to be a serendipitous road. After arriving in Santa Barbra to connect with a Middle Passage Pilgrimage colleague and friend Aaron Jones and family - arriving in town at that same time was Jeremy and Melissa who live in St Louis Obispol.

After having a good time in Santa Barbara I left with the couple to their home. I spent a couple of days with them and was showed a good time; and put on a train for Sanfransico. Where I was received by another Middle Passage Pilgrimage colleague and friend Amy Norman. Amy hosted me a few days and one of the things we did together was to see Cynthia Mckinney speak in Sacramento. My being a spokesperson for the Green Party and a delegate for Cynthia Mckinney and here we are in the same part of the Country and the same time was the milestone on the serendipitous road.

At this event I not only met my president; but I met the founder and Executive director of the Freedom Development Group. I was invited to come and meet his organizations and share my experiences with members of his community in Sacramento. I ended up staying in between Sacramento and Davis for 4 weeks.

They honored me by promoting a local I Am America Medicine Walk in my honor. This walk started from DQ University. (The D stand for Deganawida who is considered the Peace Maker and the Budda or Christ like deity of the North American Natives; and Q stands for Quetzlcoat who is the same for the Natives South of the Border.) And we walked into Davis. There was an article written about this walk but it was not accessable electronically unless you purchase the article. "Oh, hell Naw!" I do have the hard copy for my records. However, the photos of my experiences in Sacramento and Davis can be view on my new blogsite. When you click on the link to my blog scroll down until you seethe links for my California slides: http://iamamericamedicinewalk.blogspot.com/

The Freedom Development Group, who is comprised of African-American; Latin American; and Native American, is organized effort to promote sustainable living through urban gardening and building straw bale housing. The first people of color group of its kind that I have had the pleasure to run across. They were excited to meet me as well. They are a fledgling group whose webpage is just getting started: http://mybmsf.com/fdg/

They declared Brother NorthStar to be the International Mobil Charter of their organization; backed by their not-for-profit status. What this means in laymen terms is that after almost 10 years of knocking around the globe I am now a tax deductable item. I was officially presented a lamenated copy of the Declaration: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddcz7bp_27f3r9vqfh&pli=1(The copy given to me have all the signatures.)



The group sponsored me a bus ticket to Arcata where I was met at the station by The Artistist Resistance Group. This is a group comprised of Mexican; Philipino; andSamoan- Americans young activist not too long out of college. The house they are renting has a long history of activism. The short of it is that it was once an anarchist book store and the infamous Earth Story group worked out their for a long time.

This group honored me as an elder and my experiences here are still mounting rapidly. I have only been here for a week and a half and this article will explain what they accomplished. When you call up this article page be sure to click on the photo to enlarge the picture: http://eurekareporter.com/article/080620-15000-mile-walk-for-peace


Their are other activities planned here in Arcata on my behalf. I haven't any idea when my mission will be complete here; I never do when I am in any town. I do not live on man's time. God's time is very different. It is what it is; it comes when it comes; and it is over when it is over.

The Freedom Development Group has offered themselves to be my West Coast base - Just as The New England Peace Pagoda is my East Coast base. And I have chosen Arcata to be the place I would like to establish The Children of the Sun For One People, One Earth Temple. The soil and the minds of the people are very fertile for such a spiritual center. The receptivity level of the people and the earth is high here. It is definitely a geo-mantic feeling; my guyger-counter is beeping in rapid succession and high pitch volume while walking this area. The super friendliness of the people who seem to be still stuck in the 60's. It will be the grandchildren of the flower child generation that will help to estabish the temple here for sure.

Nobody ever believes you can find land with no money until you find land with no money. Nobody believes that you will walk across the country by yourself without money or sponsors until you made it to the other side. I was born in the St. Louis, Mo. the show me state. Where they say "I can show you better than I can tell you."

The West Coast is not on the Golden City Vortex Map, but the I Am America Medicine Walk has not experienced the appreciation, interest and participation since The Dine (Navajo) People of Gallup, New Mexico; and those at the center of Spiritual Awareness in Payson, Arizona. I still have one more visit to make on the West Coast. One last stop in Seattle, where more Middle Passage colleauges and friends: Kolby and Tizita Hatcher live. I must move on and complete the West Coast tour. But only God knows when.

One People, One Earth!

 

Smith crisscrosses

country for peace

By Mariel Williams

STAFF WRITER

“Peace pilgrim” Gregory-Dean Smith passed through Jesup last week as part of a quest to bring healing to America and to the world.

Smith has been traveling the nation on foot since June on what he calls “The I AM America Medicine Walk.”

But Smith’s journey is more than just a six-month trek. He has been walking through the United States and through several other nations for over a decade.

“I have been a peace pilgrim for 14 years, and that has taken me through 22 countries,” he said.

“I’ve been on something like 20 pilgrimages total.”

Smith, who calls himself Brother North Star, hopes for a world less filled with violence, “mindless consumption” and consumerism.

“This is my first walk across the United States by myself,” he said.

“I’ve walked across the United States twice, but with interfaith groups.”

Smith does not solicit assistance in his journey, but he has been helped by various people along the way. Many of his treks have taken him to Central America, where he has stayed in various eco-villages. In Jesup he stayed with Seth Andrews’ family, and after leaving town, he had plans to possibly visit an eco-village in North Georgia.

“My pilgrimage is in total faith. I go as the spirit moves me,” he said.

Smith’s walk follows a complicated grid of what he calls “Golden City Vortexes,” which he says are geo-magnetic force fields that are found on Native American lands in 14 states.

“By my walking on [the vortexes], I’m offering prayers of healing for myself, for the nation and for the planet,” he said.

“I feel that we are an obese nation and a bastion of consumption and consumerism that’s hurting the earth and other nations.”

But, Smith said, in traveling the nation on foot, he has seen “America at its best.”

“The United States has been very caring, very supportive of what I’m doing—that includes the police, the armed services,” he said.

“I’ve gone through a lot of the Bible Belt, and they have supported my walk, although they wouldn’t agree with a lot of my beliefs.”

And what are those beliefs?

“One people, one earth,” Smith said.

“‘One people, one earth’ is a non-sectarian way of saying ‘heaven on earth.’ That’s what I work for.”

MARIEL WILLIAMS / Staff

Gregory-Dean Smith passed through Jesup last week in a pilgrimage for peace.

 One People, One Earth!

Last night, I finally arrived here in August, Ga at the conclusion of this years “I Am America Medicine Walk.” The last four days were the absolute most painful and grueling days of the walk. Mainly because I had to walk all of it.

As a Peace Pilgrim, the standard of integrity was set by Mildred Lucett Norman Rider, known as the Peace Pilgrim, the term coined by her – walk until offered a ride; fast until offer food and a place to stay. Well, on this last leg there were no offering. I had to walk the walk coming in for the final stretch. I went 2 days without food and walking. I was carrying over 65 pounds ob my back and around my neck.

Many Last night, I finally arrived here in August, Ga at the conclusion of this years “I Am America Medicine Walk.” The last four days were the absolute most painful and grueling days of the walk. Mainly were the times in this walk I wanted to stick out my thumb or pay for public transportation. This walk which started in Gallup, New Mexico on June 24^th ended on December 10^th the anniversary of the Declaration of Human Rights Day.

It is a good time to stop. The cold climate is taking all the fun out the walk for me.

However, here in Augusta it is shorts and tee-shirts during the day and although it get cool at night; I am still able to sleep out in a tent with a warm sleeping bag. But I not going to push it.

Thanks to all you who have followed this journey of the “Drinking Gourd” (The Ancestors name for The North Star) for your responses to this journey. The I Am America Medicine Walk was indeed an anthropological training exposing me to Americans from every walk of life and background. From every political and religious persuasion. It was quite challenging...for those who met me...ha..ha.

It was also interesting training in the social sciences. How so? Think of me as a thermometer to gage the temperatures of the racial climate in racially hostile communities. Or to gage the temperature of intolerance to religious or political indifferences.

More importantly, as a thermometer, I know that the kindness I experienced from absolute strangers who never even stopped to ask me my cause; and those who did not agree is only a testament of the true America spirit. It is the same spirit that would give a helping hand to other nations without charging them or holding them in debt for their natural resources. Or condemn them as illegal aliens.

Mainly this walk was for the healing of myself; this nation and this planet. It begs the question did I accomplish what I set out to accomplish? It is a work in progress. I am certainly a lot slimmer, stronger and healthier than when I started 6 months ago. I feel physically, emotionally and mentally sound. This does have an effect on the environment and the world we live.

A Black male with dread locked hair walking across America - through hell for a heavenly cause. This may not be precedent setting but it is a paradigm breaker. I will probably never know what impact if any this walk may have had; but I have been told by a couple of supporters that I should never underestimate the impact it has. It was certainly a healthy dose of medicine to see anyone who does not conform to this world.

Not even the evangelist in all the bible belts I walked through could argue with my ministry: “On Earth As it is in Heaven.” Besides, my earth-walk reminded them too much of somebody's example they are suppose to be following.

I received nothing but cooperation and support from all law enforcement agencies including State Troopers, sheriffs and detectives. All were very nice, cordial and helpful; and some even help me along my way by giving me a ride...out of their county..ha ha ha. No, there were nice. Some brought me out some water and fruit; some donated money or called organizations to help or the media for me.

I generally head for Mexico for the winter but haven't any more energy left for traveling that far. I am exausted. The only way, is someone puts me on a plane or I'm driven. I am not walking. I will spend the winter preparing for being a delegate for the Dr. Jared Ball the presidential candidate; and a spoke person for the Green Party. I can prepare for this from anywhere; although I don't know where that will be just yet.

I would like to give thanks and shout out to all those communities that saw me through this arduous journey. New One People, One Earth family in New Mexico; Arizona – especially those in Payson; Those in Illinois.. especially those near Chicago and in Carbondale and points south. Those in Terra Huate, Indiana; and St. Louis, Mo. Those in Atlanta, Ga; North Carolina; Columbia, South Carolina; Charleston, South Carolina; Savannah, Ga; Jesup, Ga. And don't know what kind of love August will show me. I just got here.

I like to point out that I experience the magic and miracles that could only come from faith travel and the people who are god-sent to my path. I particularly had a real good time and a lengthy stay with people in Gallup, New Mexico; Payson, AZ ; Columbia, SC Charleston, SC; and Savanah. These people and places showed me a great cultural, spiritual and educational time that my stay with them were a little longer than the other places.; which were pretty much pickup and move or rest up and move on. Payson, Columbia, Charleston and Savannah are places that I was not able to cover in my update reports, but will be writing about my visit there.

This pilgrimage ended at the bank of the Savannah River in Augusta, which is the apex point of this Golden City Vortex..

We covered 3 vortexes spanned across 8 states. There are two more vortexes which also spans across eight states, which we will look at in the spring. In closing the year 2007 has seen me through Mexico; Guatemala; Belize and back across the US.. It has been a well traveled year. And I still have thousands of miles to go before I sleep. Who knows what the future holds for Brother NorthStar or where the spirit will direct me next. But wherever it is it will be about the work of Heaven On Earth.

In the name of liberation for humanity and mother earth this walk is in deep gratitude to you all. Please forward this email to all your contacts on your email list.

One People, One Earth!

 

I was picked up at the Hari Krisna Temple in Atlanta Georgia last thursday by Tim Bullock. Tim greeted me in the tradition of Nipponsan Myohoji Buddhist order. He took out his prayer drum and chanted the words Na Mu Myo Ho Ren Ge Kyo. Behind me in the temple are chants of the words: Hari Krishna Hari Krsishna, Krishna Krishna, Hari Hari; Hari Rama, Hari Ram; Rama Rama Hari Hari. That moment epitomized my One People, One Earth Walk. Two different chants simultaneously to the same god.

Tim took me to his daughters house 30 miles or so outside of Atlanta where his wife, Mryna Munchus Bullock and their two grandchildren were waiting our arrival. Tim and Myrna are also Peace Pilgrims whose work involves raising money for AIDS in South Africa. They are what you call bi-continentalist Pilgrims: They live and work out of both continents. Both of our Pilgrimages were launched the same year in 2003.

We were greeted at the door by Mryna, who, along with another colleague of ours, Ingrid Askew has taken residence in Capetown, South Africa. Her and I greeted each other with the NaMuMyoHoRenGeKyo greeting. Neither of us are Buddhist. Tim, Myrna, and myself are all pretty much African thought and principles. But our teachers, who we each walk thousands of miles with are; and in honor of our teachers we greet this way. And then it is our Africa greeting. Myrna hug was difinetly Africa. It holds you close to the bossom like a mother hold a child. Myrna is an ordained African priestess and her hugs are from Mother Africa. And Tim was made an honorary chief of a tribe in West Africa. Another thread to this fine fabric of serendipity is according to the map that I am following, the Golden City Vortex WaHanee holds a lot of Ancient African energies. Well there is certainly a lot in those two right there.

We spent a quiet evening watching movies; while babsitting the two grandchildren Grant, age 5; and the girl's name escapes at this writing; age 7. Both beautifully gifted children, blessed with all the manners and respect that is attibuted to being raised in the South. They have a beautiful daughter married to a beautiful man and they live in a beautiful place. The parents had a night granted to them by Baba (their name for time; instead of Granpa; and Ami; their name for Myrna in lieu of Grandma. It is plane to see that Brother Tim And Sister Myrna were very successful parents before deciding to leave the system. And their whole family is pround of them and what they are doing.

The next morning we left for North Carolina. It was indeed a blessing and quite seredipitous enough to meet up with these two old colleagues of mine. We met on the 13 month long pilgrimage called the Interfaith Pilgrimage of the Middle Passage; which took us through 15 countries. And in 2001 we were together on the The Pilgrimage to the Birth Place of the Buddha; which took us through India and Nepal. And we have down several other short stints together around the state of Massachusetts with the Buddhist monks. Living together for that length of period and traveling around the world together - you kind get to know a lot about the people.On these long journeys, there are times when you love each other; and there are times when you just don't like the person. Thats just human nature that happens with blood kin. But there was always a mutual respect between us for the work that we were doing.

Now we are on our seperate pilgrimages which met up in Georgia. It was a wonderful reunion. Another Serendipitous gift granted to me on this "I Am America Medicine Walk." Brother Tim and Sister Myrna, as I call them, journey was takent them to Asheville, North Carolina. Ashville, just happens to be at the Northern door of the Golden City Vortex called Wahanee. This point in Ashville is the starting point of my pilgrimage through North Carolina; South Carolina; and Georgia

They dropped me off on route 74A going toward Charlotte. We stopped in s shopping mall, where they both got out the car to offer me an official farewell blessing. It was the buddhist chant of NaMuMyoHoRenGeKyo; with words of gratitude for being able to be a part of the my journey and for the work I was doing. They offered prayers and blessing for a safe journey. I in turn offered them the same. The shoulders of the road was so narrow, I chose to walk down the middle lane used for cars turning. I walked 2 and half miles from the point of the drop off when I was picked up by a man driving a van. A forty-two year old Christian man, his name is Nate, who offered to carry me a mile down the road to get me something to eat. We went into a restaurante and he told me to order anything I wanted. I kept it simple and ordered a glass of lemon water and a salad. Nate presented me with a book and a pocket siize new testment bible. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes. It was 5:30pm. 10 minutes later Nate came back and said, I would like togive you this as gift too. It was a flash light that you wind up to recharge. I was very excited to have that as a gift.

The first time I was given a radio; flash light; and siren alarm all in one type of gadget; that you can wind up instead of using batteries. Well, I guess I had been listening to the radio in my tent at night a little too much, because I ended up breaking the handle to wind it up. So I sent it off. Now I have another flash light that I can charge by winding; perfect device for the "I Am America Medicine Walk"  I have been gifted with several bibles and books pertaining to the bible throughout this walk. A pocket size version is just what the doctor ordered.

I walked until the night fell. There was miles and miles of farm land to choose from to camp out. There in the night came this young lady; walking along the road; in the same the direction as I. She looked to be perhaps 23 or 24; and she said hello and started a conversation with me and was curious as to why I was walking. Once I told her my story she became ecstatic. She told me that she was walking because she was in a bad mood behind some incident that just took place. But now having met me and felt apart of my adventure, she was a hundred percent better. She worked the farms in that area and knew petty much all the farmers. She told me they were really good people. She endeavored to help me pick a camping spot that was safe and far enough back off the road. When we found the perfect place, we said our goodbyes.

Now I ask you:  Do you honestly believe that all of these encounters are accidents? There is no such thing my friends. This does not prove that these are vortexes; but it does prove that I am where I am suppose to be in the divine symmetry of things. I am suppose to walk them and explore them for, perhaps other immanent possibilities if not the ones suggested on the map. Who knows? I have to agree with Shakespear: 'Mine isn't to reason why. Mine is to do or die."

I awoke the next morning in time to see the star of David pulling the crack of dawn behind him like a blue wagon. That was my cue to move out. The shoulder on the road was basically in white line and then some grass. Route 74A is a gorgeous walk, but it is dangerous walk. It does not forgive carelessnous.

I really didn't know how pretty the walk would be until I climbed up the mountain. My first encounter for the day, Sunday, October 7th, was a horse behind a fence grazing on some grass. I stood before the horse chanting Om Hu. This is the chant that is recommended on the map for this vortex. I chanted everytime I cross any body of water; open fields of green and flowers; and animals laying dead on the road. And at all living creatures.

When I began chanting  -  this horse; unlike other horses that tend to move in the opposit direction; came closer to the fence. He began grazing on weeds on my side of the fence. I observed that their upper lip serves as hands gripping and grabbing chunks of weeds and grass in one fell pull. After  finished chanting, I reached down and pulled up some weeds that the horse could not reached and fed it to him. I notice it took me two hands and a couple of yanks to pull up what he snatches and gulps down in one motion. I did not touch the horse; I was  perfectly content to serve as a waiter for the creatures  breakfast.

I walked further up the mountain out of the county of Bumcombe; and into the country of Henderson. This town took me across the Eastern continental divide. If some of you remeber I crossed the Western Continental divide around the town of Pietown, New Mexico. This started my walk along the scenic byway. And was it ever scenic. I noticed the river that ran along side of my walk; but there was no path leading to the water.

I walked on until I got into the town of Gerten. A tiny little mountain village. There I saw bridge and a path leading down to the Broad river. I went under the bridge and stood on a rock and took myself a nice cold bath. Yes, to all you ecological police - I do have with me some earth friendly soap; Dr. Bonners made from all natural herbs. What washed off me may not have been natural, but the soap was.

As I was standing below the bridge naked, I spied an woman who had just been dropped of in chevolet fiddling with a sign. I had every reason to believe that she was spying on me  So I tucked myself back a little further so as not to be seen. I don't care if people know that I am taking a bath at their river; I'm just body shy.  I saw the chevrolet come back and their were some words said. I quicky moved to where my cloths were and managed to get on  my shorts; when a man called out to me: Sir? Are you okay? "Yes, I am, just taking a bath is all." He said, "Well, we saw you walking back there a ways and wonder if you were alright. When I drove back down the road you dissappeared; so I thought you might have fell into that hole back there. We were worried about you."

"Thank you very much for checking on me; but I camped out a few miles back and saw a chance to take myself a bath and took it." The woman was standing there, she said, "Well, good for you. " "Okay, well you have a great day." "You too," I said.

That was to be my introduction into the town of Gerten, North Carolina. I knew North Carolina was going to be a beautiful walk and meeting beautiful Southern hospitality. Athough it is  totaly different vibe than Southern and Western Illinois with all those White supremacist counties - I still sleep with one open.

After I was cleaned up; I walked into the center and saw a little store  I stopped in and purchased some mailing cards. Along the way, I have been sending out cards from each to state those who don't have emails. Such as some of the temples and others who haven't any use for technology. One of the people in the store was the woman who came to check on me at the river. She said, "So how far are you walking?" The woman looked to be about my age; very hippyish and in her 50's. She was with the owner of the store; and elder woman, could have been in her late 70's or early 80's and another man dressed in a Sunday going to meeting suit. So I told them all my story.

"Well, God Bless You for what you're doing!" I picked out 12 cards; an apple; and a bottle of water. "How much is that mame." She said, "I'll only charge you 50 cents for the water; the apple is free. Get another one if you like. And is just $4.00 for the cards." The grandmother said, "God bless you and protect you in your walk. We are all brothers and sisters in Gods eys; it is just us humans that mess it all up."

I walked across the mountain back down into the valley by Lake Lure; kept walking past Lake Lure tourist site back up into some more mountains untill I came across a convient store. I stopped in to buy myself some water; and to use the bathroom. The owner was a friendly sort. He asked how far have I been walking. I said, "I was hoping you'd tell me." I told him about the point that I started from and he knew it well. He said, I had walked 25 miles up till that point. He said, "You're carrying a lot. You're gonna carrying five more pounds with the gallon jug of water." I said, I got to. Its either that or buy a bunch of little bottles at almost $2.00 a liter. I'd rather pay in energy than cash.

The store owners name was Steve Carr. When I told Steve that his store was on a vorted that I walking. He told me about a friend of his that lived not too far from here that always swore this place was a vortex. He said his friend claimed to have walked through windows of time - another way of saying time dimensions. I said, "Well, where is he? Sounds like he and I need to talk". He said that Mario took off to Peru to meet some medicine man. And who knows when he will be back. But he is into the vortex big time.

Steve invited me to come outside to sit in the cool air and talk. Steve observed that it would be dark in an hour or so and asked where was going to camp out at. "Somewhere along the road tuck back from the cars driving by." He said, "If you'll wait till I close up, I'll give you ride a milie or so up the road. So I waited for Steve to close his store. And he dropped me off. I gave him my email information so that Mario can find me. I probably the only other vortex explorer he'll run into ever. So I have no doubt we will meet. We said goodbye and my journey continued another two miles when I found the perfect place to camp out tuck back off the road away from street lights and cars on some vacant grassy property.

That night I was awakened by a snake that wanted to use under my tent for shelter and warm. I took my walking stick and discouraged the idea and it crawled off very salty I'm sure.

The next morning, I was up with the Star of David pulling in the morning light. I started walking up the mountain on a road with some very narrow shoulders. As I walked, I observed the Broad River was now on the right right side of the road; where as the day before, when I took my bath, it was on the left side of the road. As I walked, I kept my eye peeled for an entry way to the water. I would take advantage of every opportunity to hit the water to wash off 27 miles of walking the day before. If people pick me up, they don't need to smell the odor of sweat reaming from me when I get in the car. That is what caused so many hippies a bad reputation.

I knew that the next town, Rutherford was 17 miles away . That is a distance that I could walk strolling - as I already do - stopping to commune with nature; people and animasl and still make into town hours before the sun goes down.

I walked until I came to a church. Another Baptist church. In Ilinois, I walked past a plethora of Pentacostal churces. In the south, it is Baptist and Lutheran Churches. I past this church and was crossing a bridge when I notice that on the church property was a beach to the river. I turned back around, and yes, trepass onto the property to get myself clean. Again, churches are not liable to get too bent out of shape about this, particularly in circumstance such as mine. If I lived in the town and ignored their property rights, then this could call for legal intervention.. I trotted down to the water pulled off everything and jumped in; even though the morning presented cool air and I be sneezing, I was squeaking clean.

After my bath, I walked, approximately 4 miles up the road and took a 20 mimnute rest. Then I proceeded up the road maybe another 2 miles before I saw a car coming from the other direction pulling in a parking lot in front of me. He stopped and turn the car around to face me. He rolled down his window and said, "Do you want to rest your feet a minute?" I said, "Sure." I walked over to the car. He got out and opened up his back truck for me to place my backpack in.

We jumped into his car and off we went. He was an elder man; maybe 68 - 70 years of age. He wore glasses and would peer through them as he spoke. I thanked him for picking me up and then the car fell silent. I am not the gabby type. I am more a listner. I not only listen to what is being said; I listen to what is not being said. One does not have to speak for you hear if they have mal-intentions. It was the intial warm up period of the ride. He did not ask where I was going and I did not say. Before I knew we were off and he was telling me stories after stories and we were just riding along. The more he spoke, the more I was able to pinpoint his vibe. This does not mean the more someone doesn't speak you can't catch there vibe. Sometimes non communication is very telling especially if they don't like questions. That's when my antennaes start rising through the roof of the car.

However, this was a happier feller you could ever meet; just out doing a good deed for the day. not ask my name; nor offer his. He was content to just drive and tell stories about his son and family. And I was content to just listen and enjoy his story telling. He drove me into Rutherford and invited me out for breakfast. I kept it simple and just ordered a biscuit and orange juice. And we sat and ate and chatted some more before he announced that he would have to leave me there. It was as far as he could take me. "Well, thank you kind sir, for the ride and the breakfast." We went out to the car and pulled my backpack and walking stick out the back said goodbye and off I went. I suspected he was a Christian, who did his good deeds with out all the fanfair of mentioning God or Christ once. Just being of service and getting it done.

Since I made it into Rutherford by 9:30 that morning, there was no point in my stopping. I was still 63 miles from Charlotte with a whole lot of daylight to go.

Here is the slide show that I put together for you that I have owed you from before. There are a lot of slides here so you might want to enjoy them at your leisure. 
   http://bro-northstar.livejournal.com/1299.html

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 In The Name of Liberation for Humanity and the Planet Earth, my walk in deep gratitude to you all. 
One People, One Earth!

 The Golden City Vortex named WaHanee