by
Jaye B.
6-12-24
Spring Mountain, Nv.
Greetings All,
I’ve been watering tumbleweed, datura and other plants where I camp and putting out peanuts for a shy kangaroo rat whose tail inscribes some intriguing designs in the sand. To my horror some county thug in a back hoe loader, doing the usual pretending to work where none is needed, completely ruined my garden by flipping buckets of dirt and plants upside down for no reason whatsoever. I thought of the poor kangaroo rat trapped within since the tunnels were now buried. Sure enough the peanuts were uneaten this morning and no tail designs could be found.
Ms. On the Run returned again so I started cooking to lure her over and she was taking notice. I then looked over and this hick moron driving a landscaping truck started whistling at the thing which caused it to take off, this after I told him to leave the dog alone, otherwise it would head out back into the desert. Sure enough, the dog went right back out into the blast with the moron following. I’ve come across some of the most low IQ specimens ever here in Nv. Radiative blast degeneration along with prolonged meth inbreeding is the most likely reason. It is more south here than west.
I guess that’s the enemy’s way of doing a counter attack, using inbred idiot puppets to do so. All this after a wonderful day yesterday of getting love bombed by canines such as happened after I posted the Poof Dirt II piece with its blue heeler love bomb ending and went back to my campsite only to have a non-deformed, endorphin infused border collie run to my campsite and jump up through the passenger door, so I could pet him, the owner coming over all apologetic. I told her I was a dog lover and she sighed relief. We talked about the power of prayer and what I do and she was crestfallen when I told her how little support I get for my work. She asked me why I thought this was and I told her it is because peoples’s hearts have gone dead. No other reason. I then sang my Bonnie el song for her a Capella, dedicated to a R.I.P. border collie.
Then, on a thread on my last post, I commented that the reason dogs love me is because they can’t read what I write. It was like satori when I wrote it. The answer I had been searching for all these years, now in front of me.
Later, I moved over to the now hope garden decimated campsite and saw a desert Billy and his dog walking by me from the poof dirt direction and he reminded me that he had asked me if I had seen his dog the following year out in the desert and that I said that I would pray for him.
“Well here he is.“ He smiled and his yellow lab-ish pooch came running over to me and I gave it a scratch behind the ears and a hug. I thanked him for telling me again (I was having Déjà vu) and told him about just how many lost canine prayer requests I have received and how many answered prayers there have been. Truly the power of prayer I told him and he agreed.
“Dogs know what is in your heart. “ This woman with five of them told me up in the eastern sierras, after they all came over and crashed my campsite in the park and surrounded me, the bloodhound of the pack sitting on my feet.
As I wrote the above, Curlicue the crow took some peanuts over to her brood and chopped them up with her beak and started feeding the fledglings, still quivering their wings and begging. Apparently crow fledglings will stay together for a couple of years with ma and pa.
-A big TY to Pirate Studebaker as we are arcing dialogue wise-in the original sense of the word-leading to a broadened perspective. In response I composed the following for Pirate:
The composition is intended to be listened to repeatedly and Pirate picked up on that. Truly rare to have someone listen like my friend does and I’m very grateful. I’m working on Xaria 26 but needs to be remixed-some GarageBand f up or DARPA punishing us for having fun.
For my new subscribers, my encounter with an ahhhhhtist in Sun Valley:
A big TY to LC for the ‘you are loved’ reminder. Very timely and appreciated. Made my day for sure and picked up my spirits.
-Come hang with me in 100°+ maybe we can chase the dog while we’re at it, bake our brains and become one with the poof dirt yokels.
Blessings,
Jaye B.
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
You make me cry. Tears of joy. I love the photo. I love you, too, Jaye and ALL the doggies.
Sadness for what has become of people. So many possibilities.
I'll wait to listen to Xaria 26 until you give me the head's up. Funny how I was saving it already. Though I have Xaria 24 for daily consumption, so I'm good.
RIP darling Kanga. Life goes on. We remember the Kanga. Yes indeed.
I had a dream Prince William and Kate Middleton handed me a tiny baby. They were imploring me with their eyes to do something. I knew they couldn't ask outright. They were chained in their roles. Their royal status doesn't impress me and I couldn't understand how they failed to see they could just walk away from it if they wanted to. That seemed very tragic to me. It was hard for me to believe they handed their baby over to me. Someone they didn't know at all. The baby was only weeks old, but very alert and bright. I held him up to look in his eyes and I saw what they wanted. They wanted me to save them. It made me sad because I knew that wasn't possible. I can't save anyone. I can only point to He who can. I felt inadequate but honest and handed the baby back to them and woke myself up.
I'm telling you since I think you'll understand this dream.
Today is a day of sixes. Seven of them. 6 + 12 (6 and 6) + 24 ( 6 and 6 and 6 and 6) .
Forgot to say - Xaria 24 is 4 x 6. And Xaria 26 is 13 x 2. These numbers are significant in my life.
So sorry to hear the idiot destroyed your garden. It makes me furious just thinking about it. The daturas are always a favorite here as well. All the plants will sink up and bloom the same evening somehow, like they are guided by an unseen force. I have never had to replant them in the nearly 30 years I've had them as they always reseed profusely.