‘… I’m still here for something. I’m not ready to go. I’ve been exceptionally fortunate in my 98 years. I consider the recent heart surgery as another step to learn all I can learn while I’m here, so that I can help others who haven’t quite thought about what an opportunity a human life is.’
A 74 second film portrait. Shot in Arizona …
You belong. There was never any condition to that. Ever. You never didn’t belong. Despite what it might seem. And without the need to belong, your need to be right falls away.
A 4 minute fim …
A Documentary Film Maker, investigating the possibility of making a behind the scenes film on the #SoulOfAmerica Journey, expressed surprise that all the footage he’d seen from the project had been filmed in front of an audience. Actually shock might be a more accurate word. He-expressed-shock. So I thought this worthy of bringing to your notice – unbridled truthfulness is possible no matter who or how many are present. It is perhaps what we crave, despite our fear of its consequence.
On that note, here is a stab at an honest invitation to this journey to the vast interior …
I wrote these few words for an invitation to anyone in proximity to Dallas, Texas tomorrow evening. Probably as truthful a congregation of words as I’ve ever gathered.
Souls Wanted : for risky exploration. Journey to the inner world. No map. No guarantees of success. Yet no way of getting it wrong. Possible full exposure of your own soul in service to the American People.
Requirements : the possession of some courage and a willingness to surrender opinions of right and wrong.
Dallas Event Friday 15th September 2017. 6.30-10pm. Free entry in exchange for undivided presence.
Elsewhere in the USA in the coming year.
Apply for details to firstname.lastname@example.org
It has become plainly evident over so many years of observing and filming the human soul, that my ability to see this inexorable part of each person can fade amongst the deafening sound of drama, and personal thought of what has not yet come to be.
This has been my experience of the last few days.
The Tour Bus Fire and personal concern over what on earth I am actually doing here. If I am being honest, weighted towards the latter.
That said, I made Kansas City, Missouri after separating from the Tour Bus, and hiring the only available vehicle in a small town in Iowa at a vast unbudgeted cost. And in Kansas City there was for a short time, stillness amongst the drama. And the camera caught it.
More on this soon. The Kansas City footage and the personal thoughts of what has not yet come to be.
For now we move on to Dallas, Texas via somewhere yet to be found.
NOTE : if anyone feels drawn to contribute to the $360 truck rental fee we incurred to make Kansas City on time they can do so HERE. And we would be forever grateful.
This side of Des Moines our Tour Bus caught fire. FIRE. And we made just 3 miles in 5 hours, as we attempted to work out how to put out the smoldering embers close to the liquefied petroleum gas tank that fueled the generator. Each time we drove over 10 mph the embers deep inside the framework would catch fire as the cabin once again filled with smoke …