Sunday, May 17:
Reflecting back on my experience of today, all I can say is “Wow, what an incredible day.” I’ve been reading Marianne Williamson’s book The Gift of Change. It had a pretty strong Judeo-christian undertone to it, which I don’t completely agree with. However, I thoroughly enjoyed the way she expounded on how the ego interferes and prevents us from living our higher purpose. It also gave an analogy on meditation. Williamson says it’s like letting the dishes soak and allowing things to come up, leaving the soul clean and refreshed. She also advocated seeking guidance through meditation. That hasn’t worked for me, as I haven’t heard voices, experienced visions, or anything extraordinary yet. I approach things with a beginner’s mind, so I figured I would give it a try.
I’ve been experiencing pains around my ribcage over the last few days, and I’ve been wondering if this is the point where my body has consumed its reserves. That’s where permanent long term damage can occur. I went on the hunger strike in protest of what the bureaucrats were doing – violating their laws/oaths, denying the rights they swear to uphold, refusing my council, KPD’s torture and abuse during the arrest, and the list goes on. I’ve found their actions disgusting on many occasions, and several of them when questioned at depth are delusional to the reality they enforce.
So I decided to meditate on the question of eating and continuing the hunger strike. I had picked up a tray since Sunday is one of the 2 breakfast meals that is more than cereal and 2 pieces of toasted white bread, planning to give it to someone still sleeping. I sat on my cot for about 15 minutes, when I heard someone come in, walk over by me and then walk away. I opened my eyes to see the Keene Sentinel story on the front page. We usually get the paper after lunch. I read the story and thought, “Okay this is probably the guidance I was asking to receive.” I had my first bite of solid food in what I think was 35 days. Warm oatmeal never tasted so good. 🙂 I then put some on toast, it was awful. I managed to eat 1 1/2 hard boiled eggs, a couple of ounces of oatmeal and the piece of toast. I’ve never been so full in my life! Shortly after that I had 9 or 10 free staters and friends  show up for visitation. Having read the story and energy from eating I was all smiles. It was great seeing everyone, and thanks to all who have come to visit.
I skipped lunch, and ate a fraction of dinner. I haven’t decided if I’m going to keep eating or not. I’m being with the question, eating a minimal amount of food, and working out to re-strengthen my body.
The article was one of the most positive I’ve seen about the “free staters.” It had a couple of things wrong, my weight, I told him 160 and not 116. I think Phil heard me wrong or just misquoted me. There were a couple of other facts that were mixed up, but nothing of great importance. We sent a letter correcting the weight. I am now at 158. I wrote Van Wickler, the jail superintendent, thanking him for commenting on the sstory and asking to speak with someone to get the jail’s position on what they felt was “intentionally deceptive.” We’ll see how or if they respond.
I requested permission to have an AM/FM radio sent to the jail that could be powered by solar, hand crank, batteries, and/or AC power. As a member of the media and talk radio co-host I need to stay current with news beyond what the Keene Sentinel provides, as well as continue developing my own viewpoints and perspectives. I submitted the request in writing over a week ago and thus far it has been ignored.
They kept the yard locked and gave no explanation. I think it’s a combination of the story and free staters (potential protesters coming to visit). Feeling great today, looking forward to the state’s next pathetic attempt to save face.
In Peace,
SamIAm
