The Number three spot on Off The Beaten Path’s Shoutout List goes to Robert F Kennedy Jr. for standing up and going to war against the mega-rich Big Pharma corporations. He has been working diligently to expose their poisons to the light of day. His courage and actions deserve an exuberant shoutout!
The pills and vaccines these criminal companies have foisted on the citizens of the world are finally being inspected and reined in. I can’t wait for the day I never see another prescription drug or vaccine advertised on TV. RFK you are a superhero for taking these drug dealers to task.
Hand in hand with this administration’s Maker America Heathy Again reforms, a shoutout goes to all the naturopaths and chiropractors that promote and practice healthy alternatives to the Big Pharma Industrial Complex. Thank you for all the excellent help and kindness you bestow on those in need. Thanks for demanding and producing the many natural supplements that help keep us out of the hands of corporate hospitals abd their satellite doctor’s offices.
For local residents, a special shoutout goes to the chiropractic office of Dr. Richard Olree of Hillman, Michigan. Another goes to Au Sable Chiropractic of Mio, Michigan. Finally, a shoutout to Naturopath Mysty Berry, Phd of Luzerne, Michigan. Very well done. You all deserve an Olympic medal.
In February of 2018, the blue fire flamed. It roared into life and burned blue brilliance for days— before slipping and sliding away. It remains in our minds where gnomes make their home, where the sweet fairy’s frolic and the unicorns roam. Legend has it, that the bridge will span seven years before the magic returns.
Here it is in February 2026 and the Lake’s the blue ice is piled in jagged shards near the shore. There are castles with dragons and unicorns to behold.
The number two position on “Off The Beaten Path’s Shoutout List” goes to: Humanitarian L. Ron Hubbard. His contributions to humanity are a colossal achievement of modern history. His writings have inspired and helped countless millions rise to greater heights.
I encourage everyone to support and help many of the grassroots organizations that this man’s care and writings have spawned. Some of these valuable assets include: Foundation For a Drug Free World, Narconon Drug Prevention and Education, The Way To Happiness Foundation and Citizen’s Commission On Human Rights. I have helped and participated in them all. They are a shining light in a world gone awry.
L. Ron Hubbard’s achievements are all well documented and available to anyone willing to help and be helped. I will not waste my time or anyone else’s by listing them. Look him up.
A huge shoutout to L. Ron Hubbard on this Eighth of February, 2026.
I was born writing poetry. Nothing has changed. I’ll die with a pen and pencil in hand.
My roots are deeply embedded in the my Native American Spirit where a poem is food for life itself. The rain, the river, the wind and a whole host of phenomena are all poets in the interwoven scheme of creation. They are all much better than I, yet I still try to put a cloud or a whippoorwill into words.
I know it is not a popular or exciting endeavor for most people, poetry is about as esoteric as escargot.
When I was young I discovered the words of Pablo Neruda. Of course, for us English speaking readers, the words are twice removed by the nuances of language, but still speak with the and tongues of our nature.
Those Days
The mists of the North and South left me a little westerly and so those days passed. Everything was at sea.
I certainly earned the title of a wandering gentleman; I wore every kind of hat, I knew racy women; I ate sand, I ate sardines, and I married from time to time.
But without claiming to be emperor or sailor, I must confess I remember the most friendly hurricanes, and confess that I die of envy remembering what I’ve lost, how rich I was and wasn’t, the hunger that kept me going, and those intruding shoes which never knocked at the door.
The great thing about joy is the split self it has. One doesn’t live in today alone– the present is a handbag with a contraband watch in it. Our heart is all future, our pleasure is over.
And so I shifted from course to course, in heat, in cold, in a hurry, and all I didn’t see I still keep remembering– all the shadows I swam in, every sea that took me in; I beat on all the stones, I lay down among thorns, and I had the natural honor of those not born to it.
I don’t know why I’m telling these things, these places, these moments, the smoke of those bonfires. Nobody really needs to tremble at alien earthquakes and truly nobody cares about anyone else’s youth. So I am not asking for pardon. I’m in my usual place. I have a tree with so many leaves that although I don’t claim immortality, I can laugh at you and the autumn.
The Sasquatch are all about vibrations. This creekside glyph, depending on our vibrational response, can tell them in an instant if our intentions are pure or deceptive. How attuned are you to the vibrational dimension and language of the Bigfoot? What does this glyph message they left behind say to you?
What would be your response?
*********************************************************************************************************I will disclose more about this particular glyph in a future post. It had a meaningful significance beyond the sense of humor of which I mistook it for at the time I encountered it near one of my favorite fishing holes.
*********************************************************************************************************”The Bigfoot Blueprint” A book of truths, fantasy and Conversations With Sasquatch.
