Natural Date 563 I wasn’t in the mood for taking pictures or for talking, although I did both on my walk from Stockton Springs, through Searsport and on into Belfast. A thought was noodling around in my head that seemed to occupy much of my attention. I stopped to ask the people at Up-N-Smoke Fireworks if they wouldn’t mind my parking in their parking lot for a bit while I walked up the road and back. The man at the counter, Robert, agreed and asked what I was doing. I explained I was walking across America to raise awareness for Natural Law. He wanted to know more about it and we ended up having a pretty good chat. In the midst of our conversation he casually mentioned that he knew most of the people in law enforcement in the area. I wanted to ask him if he knew any judges, but the moment didn’t seem appropriate. You see, that is what had been on my mind the last few days. Judges. I was hoping to meet someone who knew a judge I could speak with on a casual basis to share my mission with. I had a feeling he would know one, but felt it best to keep my thought to myself for the time being. You see, judges have to base their determinations on something. As it stands now, they make decisions based on either precedent, the Constitution or on current law codes. I think they should base their decisions on observable fact; or in other words, natural law. I wrote the COURT OF AGES Law of the Land Handbook specifically so it could be used to make judgements according to what is — the observable facts of life and what protects life on earth. What has been occupying my mind lately is how to share the Law of the Land Handbook with judges. And I want to know if they would consider including it in their decision making process. I have a couple of ideas but will continue pondering this until something feels actionable. Below are clips from my walk the last two days. Natural Date 560 As I crossed over the Penobscot Narrows Bridge, someone yelled out of his truck window that pedestrians were not allowed on the bridge. I was nearly half-way across, but turned around and exited anyway, wondering why I saw no sign related to pedestrians on the bridge. Interesting, too, that of all the cars that passed, only one individual bothered to inform me. But that’s how it is these days. Some people get involved, some don’t. I’m sorta like that man who warned me to get off the bridge; but only I warn people to get off the proverbial ‘pot’ — change course and take direct responsibility for their own lives. Maybe like a modern day Paul Revere, but only: “The bankers are coming, the bankers are coming!” And this is why I am walking across the country: to raise awareness for Natural Law. Natural Law, as codified in the COURT OF AGES Law of the Land Handbook, is not simply someone’s good idea for a new constitution. Neither is it a bundle of rules to follow. It is an enforceable version of what is observed in nature; it is a way for humanity, as heirs of creation, to practice the guardianship we were entrusted with. It is a systematic way of protecting the living systems of earth. All of life observes the laws of nature. It is the ‘road more traveled’ by all living things except humanity at this juncture. Read the Law of the Land Handbook. Consider how you might begin applying it to your life. Below are a few video clips from my walk starting at Bucksport, across Verona Island and into Stockson Springs, Maine Natural Date 559 He hollered from the window of his gray pickup truck, “Are you okay?” ”Yes sir, I said getting up from the picnic table, “I’m just resting. I’m walking across America for Natural Law.” I handed him my card through his window. He responded with an interested gesture. I told him I was admiring the historic American Legion building and the silhouette of a soldier displayed on the front and asked if the cemetary was for soldiers. He said mostly. He’d just come to the building to fix a hole in the floor. He said they’d already put in a kitchen and that the community held yard sales to keep it going. I enjoyed the man’s strong New England accent; but more than that, I enjoyed that he made an effort to stop and chat. It was meaninful to me and I hoped it was for him as well. I felt no impulse to explain myself, expound on Natural Law nor do any more than give him my card and share a human connection. ————-- As I was about to enter a crossroad on US-1, I noticed a car approaching and stopped short. The blonde, middle-aged woman driver waved me across and hollered out her window something I couldn’t quite make out. I turned and moved toward her open car window, “Ma’am?” She said with a half-smile, “I would have gone ahead and run you over but I don’t have time for all the paperwork involved.” This cracked me up and we laughed together as I handed her my card. “This is just so you know who it is you almost ran over,” I said. She took my card, gave it a glance, and with raised eyebrow said, “Oh, hm, interesting.” That’s all there was to that interaction; but again, it was meaningful to me as I thoroughly enjoyed her humor and the effort she made to share it with me. ————-- There was another man, well dressed, middle aged, who hollered across the scenic parking lot at the Penobscot Narrows Bridge, “Where you walking to?” ”California,” I said without thinking first. He seemed utterly flabbergasted. After sputtering a bit he smiled, waved and hollered, “I wish you success at whatever it is you’re endeavoring!” I smiled back, waved and thanked him. I forgot to tell him why I was walking and forgot to give him a card. Still, it was meaninful to me that he was curious enough to ask where I was headed. These little encouters, these brief human connections, are what make life interesting and enjoyable, however minor they may seem. And they are what this walk is all about. Natural Date 558 Do you know how to harvest rain water, desalinate or purify other water sources for drinking and bathing? Would you consider it a “crisis” if you were compelled to take responsibility for your own water? I ask because it seems residents of Jackson, Mississippi and elsewhere across the country think it’s the local government’s job to supply and protect their water. And of course, Jackson is now facing what they’re calling a “water crisis” simply because they don’t know how to fend for themselves when it comes to water. There’s a lot of talk about freedom around the world right now, but remember, along with freedom comes a boat load of personal responsibility. Here’s a link for the folks of Maine: https://www.wikihow.com/Desalinate-Water Natural Date 557
It’s late and I’ve been driving all day...day after day...from Nevada. Now here I am, back in Maine to finish what I started — my walk across America that started mid-July at Balance Rock on the shore of Bar Harbor. Why? Because I want to tell the people the truth; the truth beyond conspiracy theories; the truth they must know if we are to correct the wrongs in this world; the truth they could see with their very eyes if they would only look. Walking across the country is a way to meet people, to start conversations and perhaps get a chance to share some of what’s on my mind. Tomorrow morning I’ll be making signs for my van and beginning part two of my walk across Maine. If you see me, give a wave. Natural Date 556
One thing I learned from walking the Nevada desert wilderness with Grey Wolf is that slinking through the wild is no way to promote a cause and certainly no way to raise awareness of anything among the general public. The maps below show my prior path walking through Maine (before my detour to the Nevada desert) beginning at Bar Harbor. My plan now is to reroute from Bucksport. I also plan to put a sign on Max (my van) so people will know why there’s a strange white van parked at the side of the road and a lady walking as though she’s had some sort of breakdown. You may be wondering why I didn’t put signs on my van in the first place. Hey, I’m an introvert. I typically try to get away with as little fanfare as possible. Lessons learned. Enough said. 8-6-2022 Gregorian
583 Natural ....I got word that Grey Wolf was walking across America and asking people to join him. He’d started in Carson City, Nevada and was now half-way across the state. So now, well, stay tuned. 8-3-2022 Gregorian 580 Natural Once past Newport, I found myself dodging road apples strewn up the shoulder of the highway. Strange. I hadn’t noticed any horse farms and some of these road biscuits looked poppin’ fresh! And it went on for miles throughout the day. Next morning, same thing...horse hockey dodge ball. I couldn’t imagine how all this horse poo got on the shoulder of the road without so much as a whif of an actual horse.
Then all the sudden, up from behind, came clickety-clack, clickety-clack! I spun around and grinned. What a sight...a lovely, shiney black horse pulling a buggy full of children. I stepped into the weeds to give them passage and waved. The driver, a long-bearded man in a wide brimmed hat, waved back. The woman sitting next to him, along with all the children, wore crisp bonnets. The buggy was wooden and sqare with lights afixed to the sides. It rattled like a crate held together with giant bobby pins. Throughout the morning I encountered several more. Mystery solved! 8-2-2022 Gregorian 579 Natural Maine isn’t like Virginia. Not at all. In Virginia you’re never far from a big chain hotel or the rush of corporate America. But Maine? In 74% forest land, you’re never far from the sound of your own heart. As of today my walk has spanned a 100 miles, but I’ve actually only walked 39 of it (x 2, backtracking to get Max, my van, 78 toal). This is due to things like roads narrowing (6 - 18 inch shoulders, not enough to walk on with semi trucks whizzing by) and lack of space to park Max. I am able to walk through towns, though, and will continue on the country roads where I can.
I thought I was being summonsed by a woman tied to a light pole somewhere. As it turns out, it was just a neighborhood chicken saying good morning. Not sure what they feed their chickens here in Maine, but I’m sure there are some opera singers who would like some of that.
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Cindy K. CurrierThis is not the sort of walk across America where the goal is not necessarily to arrive from point A to point B. It’s a new lifetyle, for now, where walking allows time and space to meet the ground and the sky, and the people who dwell in between; and through the process, introduce America to Natural Law. Archives
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