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The MOST Newsletter Autumn -Winter
October 2000  -  March 2001
A Project of The Peregrine Foundation

P.O. Box 460141 / San Francisco, CA 94146-0141 / telephone: (415) 821-2090
/ fax (415) 282-2369
Staff: Ramon Sender, editor; Pam Read Hanna, Sandi Stein,
Contributing Editors; Tomas Diaz & David Hatch, HTML wizards.
The MOST Newsletter is an open forum for fact and opinion, and encourages
the expression of all views.
The opinions expressed in the letters published are those of the
correspondents and do not necessarily reflect those of MOST editors or

The MOST Newsletter Autumn Volume VII #3
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Ramon Sender Barayon Oct 10, 2000:
Subject: Birthdays: All Hail to Brother Lou, born this day 77 years ago and now off planet (unless he accepted another in-body gig).
A quick quote from a Lou interview with a Sonoma State student:
"The experience of intentional community is a very good one. Membership in a tribe is a love expander. It's a very good experience. In Leviticus, it says, "Welcome the stranger because you were once a stranger in Egypt," or something like that. Try to meet no strangers... It was a wonderful experience and I wouldn't have done without it for the world. Whether I need it again, that's very doubtful.,"
And to dearest Sandi Stein, who graces us with her verve and wisdom.
Much Love to them both!
Ramon, Judy, Winsome Winston
Pam (Read) Hanna Nov. 01, 2000:
Subject: I'm a little puzzled,
As far as I know, Tim Miller has been on the MOST list for some months now.  That's why I'm puzzled that people keep welcoming him on.  Just because he doesn't post to MOST doesn't mean he's not listening.
The consensus about the poster seems to be that it's indeed a pix of Lou et al but a cut & paste job with totally bogus welcome to M* New Mexico & background pix of the Sangre de Cristos.  I'd still like to sue their ass cuz  i'm basically ornery about rich ppl that get rich at other ppl's expense.
Like George W. for instance.  Sigh.
Anyway, the good news is that Alicia Bay Laurel did indeed stop in Thoreau and Bluewater & see us, hiked up the canyon with me & stayed the night.  She has one of the loveliest singing voices i've ever heard.  Reminds me of water over moss falling into a deep pool.  I mean it paints pictures, dig?  She's DEFINITELY a member of our tribe - doesn't come on like some illustrious personage (even tho she is pretty damned illustrious in her own right).
Anyway, this visit was most enjoyable & threw me into ponder mode again - pondering the fact that we old hippies actually did something NEW under the sun - we picked our own families.
There are two main families in our lives (one that lived at M* & one at New Buffalo) where our kids grew up together & there are pictures of them in all our albums & when they come to visit - it's a FAMILY thing.  I just don't have ANY blood relatives or ANY family that's as much of a family as a whole BUNCH of you guys are - some more than others but that's just a matter of proximity & whether our kids grew up together, etc.  Losing track of some of you would be like losing track of family.  Guess i made my point.  Anyway - i think it's pretty cool.
Badaba & love to all, Pam
Tomas Nov. 1, 2000: Subject: Speaking
Those of us that speak freely should also listen freely.
badaba, Tomas
Rena Blumberg Nov.12, 2000:
Subject: Wavy
Dear Family,
Wavy Gravy's favorite candidate finally won.
Love, Rena
JODI MITCHELL Nov.16,2000:
Subject: Thanks, More Wood, Woody!
In honor of Bill, Lou and Ramon!

As I was walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway;
I saw below me that golden valley;
This land was made for you and me.


I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.


When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.


As I went walking, I saw a sign there,
and on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing;
That side was made for you and me.


In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people;
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me?


Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back;
This land was made for you and me.

This land is your land
This land is my land
>From California to the New York island
>From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.

Woody Guthrie
"This land is your land" Lyrics
or more Woody Guthrie Lyrics

End of the MOST Newsletter Autumn Volume VII #3
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The MOST Newsletter Winter Volume VIII #1

Rena Blumberg Jan24, 2001
Subject: jury
I've been listening to the whales in the warm ocean.  We are experiencing a drought here in Hawaii which results in the ocean staying quite warm.  I went hiking with Osheana last Sunday in the jungle and
was surprised to see the rainforest getting dusty.
Planning a trip the New York in March with Osheana.  We are looking forward to spending time with Bill.  Oshy is hoping that her brother Bill will take her snow boarding and sledding in that white stuff we
only dream about here in Hawaii.
Love to all, Rena
Embersglo ~* Jan 27, 2001:
Subject: Elizabeth Gips
This celebration will have about 4,000 people, and will open with a healing ceremony and prayers for Elizabeth Gips ~ 78 year old "super" hippie and Spiritual Mother. Go to this page for Elizabeth ~ Elizabeth is a very "special person", and her giving life has touched and embraced many with her warm expresions of Love and Enlightenment.
She walked Wheeler's and Morningstar now and then.  Maybe some of you remember her? Very High lady.  She also does the radio show "Changes" in the Bay Area.
It will be good when she can breath easier.
Love, Prayers, and Badaba .............. Embersglo ~* ~
I think Ramons computer did a major crash this past winter. This below is his first message out of the box in quite a while and things start to change for the Most-Digest. Tomas
Ramon Sender Feb. 09, 2001
Subject: Re: most-digest V1 #200
I think I'm finally back on this list!! Every since changing my e-mail address, things have been 'iffy' in various ways -- including a bad DSL hook-up that finally has been resolved as of yesterday.
'Red Dave' Hill has been in San Francisco from Grant's Pass, where he lives with his partner Anita, because his elderly mom is ailing. I took him out for a burrito Thursday, and we had a great time reminscing about the Good Olde Daze.
He's eager to hear from various oldtimers, so I e-mailed him the e-mail list. He looks great! Has been on the wagon for considerable years. He sees Pat De Vita frequently, and keeps in touch with other nearby folks such as Jean Heverly (sp?) also known as Superjean,' Nevada's beloved.
Anyway, he's not on e-mail at home, but has a connection here via his brother John's hook-up.
So if anyone wants to 'hello' him, just ask for his email.
Meanwhile, many thanks to Tomas for 'keeping the faith!'
Always a pleasure to read you!
Hugs all 'round, Ramon
Pam (Read) Hanna Feb. 01, 2001
Subject: India Earthquake Relief Fund
Mosters - just got this from a friend.  Rena - loved your Jesse Jackson apology.
Everyone - for a funny & articulate report on the inauguration protest, go to:
Badaba!  ~ Pam
Tomas Feb. 14, 2001
Subject: 10,000 Bicycles
I was talking to Silver Eyes, one of the trolls the other day when I mentioned the humorous email that Pam received about how Steve was helping organize some programs in Washington D.C.
Sliver Eyes eyes lit up with recognition when I mentioned the name, he said that he help build the 10,000 Bicycle Concert Hall (10K BCH) with Steve in 97. He said he remembered him well. The concert hall uses the electricity from the 10,000 bicycles that each fan sits on and peddles during the concert. They say the spiritual high is an aerobic event that highlights the live music on that day. The concert hall is self-contained, plus also providing a little electricity for the trolls that live under the hall. This is quite an accomplishment for our underground friends. Tomas
Something nice from Char~*
Pam (Read) Hanna Feb. 15, 2001
Subject: Alfred's party
Just got a poster-invitation from Asa Hartz to Alfred Hobbs' Birthday party in Taos on June 30.  Says - Alfred's 75th Birthday Celebration - a Space Odyssey.  Bring your camping gear, plan to spend the night!  Will be reffling 1/4 acre of land for $15 ticket.  Music, beer, food, ghee, and Sunday Brunch is free.  Donations accepted.
In case you don't know about Alfred Hobbs - he's an institution - an anthropolgist who took an interest in Morningstar.  This bash should be the event of the year, so if you're planning to come to New Mexico any time soon, come in June.  Alfred has his own little section in Iris Keltz' book *Scrapbook of a Taos Hippie* and incidentally, here's another plug.  Alicia Bay Laurel and I both did reviews of it on  Has a LOT of Morningstar stuff in it.
Badaba, Pam
Cat 16 Feb.16, 2001:
Subject: Re: most-digest V1 #201
I enjoyed reading Vincent Bugliosi's article, "None Dare Call it Treason," eventho it took me a couple of days to digest it all.  I believe everything he wrote to be true.  Unfortunately, I say that in the United States of America, these things do happen and the government does get away with it.  It's in our history.  Look at our forefathers' treatment of the Native Americans up to today.  What about Leonard Peltier?  Look at how white settlers who had government connections were able to run off the Mexican farmers in California and steal their land.  Look at Waco, TX.  The government and its wants and needs always outweighs the rights of the common people.  That is the real law of this land.  The scary part is that eventho' we know we have been injusticed, we cannot safely strike back.  The war machine of our government has taken to turning against its own citizens.  I am fearful to call their bluff.
We are not living in a democracy.
Pam (Read) Hanna Feb. 17, 2001
Subject: Don & Sandi
Just got an e-mail from Don & Sandi's daughter-in-law Wendi saying that mama & papa are both in the hospital.  Don has a patch on his lung & Sandi has pneumonia. Don & Sandi are old-guard CA M* folks - "founder" status like Lou & Ramon & Joanie, etc.  Ask for their e-mail address if you (especially you who knew them) would like to send some good vibes their way.
BTW, I've been rummaging thru old pictures & found some good ones of Don & Sandi, Lou & me, when we visited them in Kentucky (pix I'd misplaced & never sent).  I'm gonna get to one of my neighbor's here who has a scanner & try & send them to Ramon & Tomas & maybe we can put them in the next online
permanent MOST, which reminds me - Tomas, when you sent that pix of you & Joanie at Tolstoy, I tried to download it & it only got to the window post before my system threw me offline.  So I went to your web site (looking good BTW) & tried to download it from there.  After 15 minutes, that window top
was still sitting there like a potted plant & got up to 82% but still no picture (before my system froze up).  So maybe you could include that in the next MOST too?  Must be some picture!  I'm panting with curiousity!
Red Dave - GREAT story!  Keep it up!  I AM going to finish those M* chronicles & need all the help I can get.  You promised to tell the story of my delivery of Chris Smith's baby in Las Tablas.  As I said before, I'm kicking myself in the como se llama for not keeping a midwife journal.  Every birth was a special event that I thot I'd never forget - but so much has disappeared like smoke (& you know the kind of smoke i'm talking about).
Speaking of which, thot i'd post the lyrics to one of Tommy Hancock's songs written during his stay at M* to the tune of Hank Williams, Jr's "Old Habits" This one's called "Old Hippies".

"My wife turned into a punk girl, it seems overnight.
She's shaping me up.  She wants to do everything right.
She said, 'I'll tell you something I hope won't be too hard to take;
But there's these old habits you have I'd like you to break.

You smoke marijuana with coffee and cookies in bed.
You sleep so much some of our close friends think you must be dead.
You drink beer all night and go try to love everyone.
You still read the 'Freak Brothers' and sing 'Red Neck Mother' in the sun.

CHORUS:  Old hippies like you are hard to take.
Love with someone weird, I'm too tired to make.
I have grown so used to you and all your mistakes.
Old hippies like you are hard to take.

Then he said, 'I love you baby.  Tell me what do I do
That makes you cut off your hair?  I know I don't know you.
You're acting half square and far out but not in the groove.
Put your trip on me honey and if I like your ride then I'll move.

Then she said, "You bring home people that stay with us weeks, months, and
Our house is a commune--the worst of all my parents' fears.
You talk a good food game while you're eating junk with both hands.
And worst of all, you play your guitar in a bad Beatles copy band.

REPEAT CHORUS:  Old hippies like you are hard to take, etc.
Then he said, 'I hear you talking and all that you say may be true.
And in case you don't know it, you've got some bad habits too.
But I don't complain.  We all have our problems to shake.
If we live together let's learn to both give and take.'

All the straight folks, punks and yuppies will need hippies again.
If this old world gets too messed up to live in as friends.
A new bunch of hippies may come back and save you once more.
And remember:  No matter what happens Old Super Hippie still loves you for

OLD HIPPIES like me are hard to beat
Way deep down inside we're really sweet
Supply your own line here.  It's OK to cheat.
Sometimes old hippies like me are hard to beat."

Amen Tommy.  Some time i'll type in the words to "We don't smoke dope" and
his song about Bapuk (a guy who used to live at the NM M*) but enough for now.

Badaba, Pam
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 .........Things start to change for the Most- Digest. We are becoming MostPosts@.........

Ramon Sender Barayon  Feb. 22, 2001:
Subject: Howdy, Most-posters.
I've switched our list, because the old list was no longer supported by the old provider. And also I couldn't get on it via my new e-mail address.
So, please reply to this new address and forget the old one -- i.e.
Many badabas, Ramon
Moderator Feb. 22, 2001:
Hello, I've added you to my mostposts group. Groups, a free, easy-to-use email group service. As a member of this group, you may send messages to the entire group using just one email address:
mostposts@............ Groups also makes it easy to store photos and files, coordinate events, and more.
Welcome, ranchers, grads, alums and fellow travellers! Put up your feet and hang awhile!

Ramon Sender Barayon  Feb. 22, 2001:
Subject: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez has retired from public life due to health reasons: cancer of the lymph nodes. It seems that it is getting worse. He has sent this farewell  letter to his friends, which has been translated and  posted on the Internet. Please read and forward to any who might enjoy it. This is possibly, sadly, one of the last gifts to humanity from a true master. This short text, written by one of the most brilliant Latin Americans in recent times, is truly moving.
If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when
others sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals...
My god, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come
with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men...
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying.


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