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Many years ago, when I was recording almost everyday, one of my favorite tunes was a ballad I had written when I was in between girlfriends. Yes, I was a lonely guy. However, my life was filled with interesting and talented singers/musicians. One of them was Stephen Wolfe Smith, who passed way too early. He was a great singer and overall nice guy! 

I have a page here on the site dedicated to the tunes he performed. No Promises

During the early lockdown, I spent some time putting together music videos of the tunes he performed for me.  Earlier today, I had repaired my DAT machine and started listening to some of my archived tunes and SURPRISE SURPRISE! I had completely forgotten that Stephen had recorded vocals on this tune. 

Currently, there are three lyric music videos with him singing. Yup, you guessed it. Soon there will be four. It will take some time as I am quite busy being well, uh, busy. As I get closer to finishing, I’ll post the song title etc.

Until then it will be a mystery.


No Connection…EEK!

So, about a week or two ago, I was hiking with my faithful companion, the Chupacabra, when I realized that a telephone pole on my hiking path was NOT CONNECTED TO…anything! Scary, spooky and you guessed it, very Night Gallery-ish.

I remember this episode where the phone keeps ringing and when answered, a voice from beyond the grave would speak. The phone lines had been damaged in a storm and one of the telephone wires had landed on a  grave.

A great commercial for phone service! I looked to see if there were anymore poles in the vicinity. Nope. Just this one all by itself. Why was there a telephone pole connected to nothing in the middle of my hike?

The answer was not forthcoming. Was it even worth the time to contemplate? Nah. My Chupacabra thought is was strange too! Since there were no headstones I could see or unearth, I moved on. Still, brought up a memory from long ago…

A DANGEROUS JOURNEY! A.K.A. (the first hike of the year)

Here I be, or was, waiting to begin the first journey of our new trek around the sun, wondering if I would complete this walk among the stars. At least I would begin with high hopes and my faithful companion, the CHUPACABRA (eek!)

Last year I ended with a hike on the more traveled path. This year, I choose to start with the least trodden trail, hoping there would be little in my Dangerous Journey to confuse and confound me. As it turns out, the choice was choice! Along the way I encountered only a handful of brave individuals such as myself.

The water was flowing fast, the mud deep, chances of slipping and cracking open a skull were high! Just getting soaked crossing the streams that blocked my path, would make any man fearful and entertain thoughts of reversing course. And I am not just any man. I AM CEEJ!

Below you’ll find some of my journeys pictorial documentation, while some photos are not for the faint of heart, I find it best to remember that I did this hike so you wouldn’t have too.

The hike begins

Walking along the whispering leaves, leaving no sound I was there

The Chupacabra fearless, turns a gaze towards me as I stop in fright, once again reminding me I could transcend the irrational fight or flight human response…

An obstacle, placed directly in the path. Should I continue? Or will this growing feeling of being drowned overcome me…I wondered.

Could I eat this, sustaining my life if I ran out of granola bars? Would I surely perish from the painful death if poisonous? I did not know…

Another omen…could they be death caps? Or just an imposter, teasing me with the promise of nourishment? I wondered…

At last! A shroom I recognized. False Turkey Tails. Not the most edible but in a pinch I would survive. Although these had seen better days. Most likely, last years crop.

Strolling along the path, confident now, I could sense the small waterfall up ahead. The air was filled with a mist of tiny drops of love.

Eureka! I had made the journey to the waterfall, alive! I could see the mark of the eye on the rocky surface to the right, warning all that nothing is as it seems. My journey back would be simple. I was happy. We lived to tell the tale.

The End.

The Beginning – Again

Once again planet earth has sailed/traveled around the star we call “The Sun“, in about 365 days. Does this figure have any significance or divine meaning? I personally don’t know the answer. Some will claim they have insider knowledge. I call bullshit on them. We are thankfully glued to this planet with the mysterious force of gravity. Without such, we would float out into space, devoid of oxygen and life sustaining nutrients, we’d quickly perish as a species. Oh, and the above thought is considered, well, “Science” (prove me wrong)

What does that mean? What does starting another arbitrary revolution around the sun accomplish? Will we be better as humans? Will people rise up to the current fraud that is being perpetrated worldwide this year? I sure hope so. While I have faith that some will take off the blinders preventing the truths from seeing the light day, I still worry. 

IN THE PREVIOUS YEAR, we watched science being thrown out a window, in exchange for personal beliefs. We have witnessed atrocities being fostered on the people of the world in the name of “science”. What happens when they are wrong? Can we have intelligent discussions about why? Apparently not. Because. Science. Yup. The meaning has now changed to “Science: That which is what is popular among the ruling class, for any reason”

If you dare to counter with facts, figures, research or even use decades of precedence, you are attacked and shunned, shut out from the public by uneducated bureaucrats, pencil pushers and elite college snobs. All of them belonging to a cult of “wannabes” and genocide believers.

Hopefully, this year begins a cleansing. Removal from the mainstream foibles and outright untruths they proclaim. As the wake up continues, those that were previously caught in the web, will slowly climb to freedom. Redeeming humanity. I can hope.

I see gabpay becoming a reality, among other services. A parallel economy developing. And it can be none too soon. When governments become totalitarian bastards of oppression, this planet and those oppressing the people that exist on the surface,  no longer becomes worthy of traveling around our sun.  

I was not invited to be born or given a choice to exist. And yet, here I am. Because I believe in being the best version of myself I can be, I will give my support to those with the same goals and visions.

What will you do this year?

The Last Hike of 2021

Well, I haven’t been hiking in quite awhile. So, today, I gathered up some warm clothes, my Chupacabra, and set off into the wilderness to explore brave new worlds once again. While my expectations were high, I never thought that 2021 would let me down. Sure enough, it did.

Usually, after torrential rains, mushrooms of all varieties sprout with the fervor of young hatchlings escaping from their shells. But today there was nothing of the sort. In fact, I only located 2 and 1/2 shrooms. The 1/2 shroom was last years False Turkey Tails dried up on older decaying logs. The living shrooms were a jelly shroom and a parasol of some kind, most likely deadly if eaten. The jelly shroom was edible I believe, although I wasn’t about to test that theory. 

The Chupacabra was delighted to be out in the forest, testing the lingering smells left behind from other lifeforms of the wilds. And maybe a few local dogs being escorted on leashes on the muddy trail. And muddy it was! Cold. The sun had receded behind a few scattered clouds, enabling the temperature to drop a few degrees, although it felt like icicles were forming in the misty air.

I was happy to be out, among other hikers, except for the few that were in full battle gear obeying the fear mongering of the main stream media. I did meet a younger couple who took the time to admire the Chupacabra and little known to them, I had fed her earlier and she currently wasn’t hungry.

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Not for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

Crop of shrooms – might be Psathyrella longpipes

Parasols of some kind – not for consumption until I identify them

Tomorrow begins another arbitrary cycle around the sun. Perhaps the next cycle around the sun will bring surprises, laughter and mysterious meetings.

A true fable – or maybe not?

The donkey told the tiger, “The grass is blue.”

The tiger replied, “No, the grass is green .”

The discussion became heated, and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration, so they approached the lion.

As they approached the lion on his throne, the donkey started screaming: ′′Your Highness, isn’t it true that the grass is blue?”

The lion replied: “If you believe it is true, the grass is blue.”

The donkey rushed forward and continued: ′′The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me and annoys me. Please punish him.”

The king then declared: ′′The tiger will be punished with 3 days of silence.”

The donkey jumped with joy and went on his way, content and repeating ′′The grass is blue, the grass is blue…”

The tiger asked the lion, “Your Majesty, why have you punished me, after all, the grass is green?”

The lion replied, ′′You’ve known and seen the grass is green.”

The tiger asked, ′′So why do you punish me?”

The lion replied, “That has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. The punishment is because it is degrading for a brave, intelligent creature like you to waste time arguing with an ass, and on top of that, you came and bothered me with that question just to validate something you already knew was true!”

The biggest waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who doesn’t care about truth or reality, but only the victory of his beliefs and illusions. Never waste time on discussions that make no sense. There are people who, for all the evidence presented to them, do not have the ability to understand. Others who are blinded by ego, hatred and resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even if they aren’t.

When IGNORANCE SCREAMS, intelligence moves on.

UPDATED 10/17: Superman’s son is now bisexual and gay.

Quick Update:  DC Comics just dropped “The American Way”

After 83 years DC Comics is changing Superman’s motto for a more globalist view from fighting for “Truth, Justice and the American Way” to fighting for “Truth, Justice and a Better Tomorrow.”

If “America” is toxic to DC Comics then DC Comics has lost their way. While I don’t buy comics anymore, it saddens me and helps direct my future purchases, including TV shows, Movies etc.

I will no longer support WOKE companies. While they have the right to change whatever belongs to them, I have the right to no longer support a company that doesn’t believe in AMERICA.




I was reading a quick little news item about Jonathan Clark (a young superman) kissing another guy in an upcoming – or already out comic. The writer said, it’s about time to include current trends in society which of course means getting on the transgender, gay lesbian train, along with climate change AND how all conservatives are evil and should be put down (killed erased, removed), or at the very least rounded up and put into camps where they can’t have a public opinion or influence anyone.

What happened to country? WHAT IS HAPPENING to this country? I have collected comics since I was in my teens. Yes, I even read them before putting a plastic sleave over them like my grandmother did to her furniture. BUT THIS? Making Superman gay and kissing men? Wow. This is like making Wonder Woman a postop male. Or THOR a woman. How about redoing a tv series? Like Maverick, as a teenage girl. Or Fred Astaire becoming Frederica Astaire, mom to my three transsexuals? 

Those who know me KNOW that I am not racist, prejudiced or care one ounce whether someone is purple green blue or any sexual orientation currently being peddled by Hollywood and the MSM. But there comes a time when I say “Leave shit alone, come up with something new and stop erasing and making our history about the few”

Which it is. How is it that so few of the alternate crowd controls out thoughts and popular directions in life? Last check less than 6% percent of the US was of a different sexual orientation. Really? So, why are we removing statues, tearing down establishment values, based on the few and not the many as Spock would say. 

Next will be rainbow mac n cheese, Raisin Brenda. I liked Aunt Jemima and Uncle Bens, Land O’Lakes Butter and don’t even get me started on Eskimo Pie. But alas they have gone the way of the dinosaur, due to the fews somehow overpowering influence.

I no longer buy these brands. I no longer collect comic books. While I still watch some Netflix for a few series I like that are not WOKE, I have been looking into other avenues for general entertainment, although for the moment, I am still a captive. Books offer a good alternative, except when I get halfway through and bam! You’re hit with some cancel culture or climate change subplot which starts my blood boiling. 

I have been trying to focus on doing/writing more music and hopefully it will stick, becoming a mantra instead of the latest craze to brainwash America, heck the world.

I love America and put it first before the woke crap that I read in the news everyday. I am working on slowing down my consumption and slowing down the crap that tries to hypnotize me into submission.

Who knows, I may succeed…

Aaron Lewis – Am I the Only One

Amazing song! Just when you’re about to give up on humanity along comes an inspiring and unforgettable song about the current state of our country, the world. I am personally looking for ways that I can make an impact for the better. Reaching out to someone, explaining the lies and omissions that are taking place in what used to be freedom of the press. Now it’s only along party lines. Counter points are not permitted, you’re banned if you quote science, you’re banned if you tell the truth. Just for having an opposing viewpoint, you can be thrown in prison – sounds like thought police, huh.

Stopping this madness requires more than one person to make it happen. That’s why music can bridge some gaps and help others to see what’s going on in the world. You would never know that 10’s of thousands are marching and protesting in the streets of Italy, France and Australia, everyday! The mainstream is not showing what should be news on every channel! Thankfully, there are a few sites you can get info from still. Cell phones are amazing for sharing video across the world. Grassroots are distributing videos of disturbing police action – just for talking to your neighbor! Way over the top.

Take a listen to the song below. It moved me. I hope it does you as well. I am not the owner or copyright holder of this tune and only posting in the hopes that you may find and support musicians such as Aaron Lewis, that believe in America, freedom, the Constitution, Liberty and 1st and 2nd amendments, and the ability to see past the crap that’s being presented and censored by google, youtube, twitter etc. For alternatives visit :, etc.

Aaron Lewis – Am I The Only One (Official Music Video) – 

Am I the only one here tonight
Shakin’ my head and thinkin’ somethin’ ain’t right?
Is it just me? Am I losin’ my mind?
Am I standin’ on the edge of the end of time?

Am I the only one—tell me I’m not—
Who thinks they’re takin’ all the good we got
And turnin’ it bad? Hell, I’ll be damned
I think I’m turnin’ into my old man

Am I the only one willin’ to bleed
Or take a bullet for bein’ free
Screamin’ “What the fuck!” at my TV
For tellin’ me? Yeah you’re tellin’ me
That I’m the only one willin’ to fight
For my love of the red and white
And the blue burnin’ on the ground?
Another statue’s comin’ down in a town near you
Watchin’ the threads of Old Glory come undone

Am I the only one not brainwashed
Makin’ my way through the land of the lost
Who still gives a shit and worries ’bout his kids
As they try to undo all the things he did?

Am I the only one who can’t take no more
Screamin’ “If you don’t like it there’s the fuckin’ door!”?
This ain’t the freedom we’ve been fightin’ for
It was somethin’ more, yeah, it was somethin’ more

Am I the only one willin’ to fight
For my love of the red and white
And the blue burnin’ on the ground?
Another statue’s comin’ down in a town near you
Watchin’ the threads of Old Glory come undone

I’m not the only one
I can’t be the only one

Am I the only one who quits singin’ along
Every time they play a Springsteen song?

Am I the only one sittin’ here
Still holdin’ on, holdin’ back my tears
For the ones who paid with the lives they gave?
God bless the U.S.A.

I’m not the only one willin’ to fight
For my love of the red and white
And the blue burnin’ on the ground
Another statue comin’ down in a town near you
Watchin’ the threads of Old Glory come undone

I’m not the only one
I can’t be the only one


Yup. A real live Chupacabra swimming. My Chupacabra. Last week was her first time! She took to the water like a beaver to a dam. But alas, I did not get any action shots last week. So today, while out and about, I made sure to snap a few pics.

She would swim out to me, making sure I was OK, then swim back to the steps. Turn around and swim back to me again, wondering why I wasn’t following her, no doubt. Probably the most important lesson she learned was where the steps were. Before she figured that one out, she kept trying the edge of the pool. With no luck.

I was so proud of her. No fear.

Kefir Day and Other News!

So, for quite some time I’ve been making water kefir. Got my first grains from a friend. I also had very little firsthand knowledge on how to make a batch. Heck, other then making sauerkraut, I was a babe in the woods. Without fear I started my first batch.

It was amazing! Almost like it was designed to be trouble free. Like butter! Well, like kefir! After a few batches I began to feel like an old pro. Until, I got busy doing projects and life’s curves were thrown my way. So, the kefir grains became ignored. 

When I finally came back to continue the great kefir experiment, they were languishing and ignoring all my attempts to help them recover. But eventually they did. Just took some time and love plus caring. Yup. The little critters needed  vocal encouragement, which I gave them. Makes me happy because I’m back to drinking the bittersweet brew. What’s strange is I always feel a little body load whenever I drink a cup or two.

I also added an “Orphans” page where I’ll be posting tunes that most likely would never see the light of day. Check the top menu for it. From time to time I’ll be adding more that I find. 

Have a great week!

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