November 11, 2020
An unexpected turn of events. Al says I can't live in the van at Soundwave, and he wants me to move out right away. So Al has aided me in going one step further in my controlled descent into "homelessness". This was shocking and dismaying for me. I had been aware of the possibility that living at Soundwave in a van might have certain discomforts or intrusions that could make it unlivable. After living there for over a week, I was shocked how comfortable and right the situation is for me there. I made the van into a cozy womb of art, and fabrics, and pictures of Adi Da and Santosha Tantra. It's like living in a sacred cave or a space ship. Every day I hear different types of music being played by live musicians - this short time was the most "inside" the music industry I have ever gotten. It was the perfect level of "protection" from the raw vibes of the commons. So I have to couch surf until I can get my sod hut finished on the commons. Today was November 11, 2020 - 11/11/20. This was a day of bring more hearts to the commons. Vanessa Cole and her baby Emilia, and her friend Mara visited the Wood st. commons and I took them on a tour from the middle to our area on the southside. Vanessa and the baby got to meet Maeve in person. Afterward Vanessa was passionate about wanting to help feed people in the commons, and both she and her friend were supportive of the 10,000 tiny homes on wheels for Oakland idea. I knew Maeve had spent a cold night, so I went back to the southside where she has parked her van and her car, in flight from the eviction/bulldozer threat to her area on the northside, and gave her a blanket and a sleeping bag. She was talking to a young woman, a resident of the commons, who appeared to be wearing a red felt jumpsuit, and looked like an ebulient red round berry. I'll call her "Gigs". Gigs and Maeve were laughing and talking and things just got deep and emotional. Gigs was describing how she spent Halloween in John George (mental hospital of Oakland), and started to describe three procedures she underwent, and she broke down crying. I reached out my hand to her and said "I'm sorry" - I felt her warm hands. Then Maeve and I were on either side of her hugging her, telling her that she's loved right now, she's already home, God is everywhere - we were like her loving parents for a moment surrounding her with love. Now I wonder how does the tender spirit of this sweet young woman survive out here. That sudden moment of love and connection and healing between me, Maeve and Gigs was like being crucified in the heart by the pure beauty of the human. Afterward, I walked back to Soundwave with Maeve, and she was busting my chops for not having spent a night in the commons yet, and not fully kissing the funky bunghole of homelessness. I assured her that her macho approach was not necessarily right for me. Living in the van was one step closer to living in the commons, but enabled me to make the transition in a controlled way, so that I can acclimate to the vibes of the commons. Maeve grilled me about what do I think I will get out of this 10,000 tiny homes idea - I told her I would get my OWN tiny home, and get to live with HER in community. My friends Lynn and Doug were kind enough to let me spend a few days in their house in a nice Oakland neighborhood so I start my couch surfing phase of controlled descent into "homelessness" and life in my sod hut on the commons. |
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December 9, 2020 I have become Humana Universalis.
On November 17th 2020 I spent my first night living in the Wood st. commons. After a few days of not dying from homelessness, I spent a night couch surfing at a friend's apartment in Oakland. I was particularly sensitive to the effects of both the architecture and the threatening pervasiveness of cars. I felt how the design of living everywhere in the city conspires against community, and is actively threatening to human life. I couldn't wait to get back to my soft dome in the wilds of West Oakland, and the people there.
After a few days of not being in touch with my friend Warner Williams I called him. He was shocked to hear my voice because he was sure that I had died. He was relieved and happy to hear me, and said his sister was poring over the obituaries to find a mention of me. Now I realize that maybe I had died. I had died to my capacity to accept life in a standard house or apartment building in the city. I certainly died to a life of constantly increasing economic stress. I died to the Democratic party. I died to the Left. I died to the illuminati controlled rock music industry and many of its fake "stars".
I altogether died from my attempts to get along with the ego culture enough to survive and become a famous rock star. I still want to survive and have a way to sustain my music, and have my music be heard, but I will do it as a new species of human within a new Earth civilization that includes an expanding humane commons and a global cooperative forum. I have transformed from "Homo Consumeralis" to "Humana Universalis".
This means I reject the legal fiction of THEODORE JUAN CEDAR as spelled on my birth certificate, and am now known either as Theodore Juan Cedar, or Theo Cedar Jones. I am no longer a legal fiction or a corporation, for I was born a living child, and am now a living man.
On November 17th 2020 I spent my first night living in the Wood st. commons. After a few days of not dying from homelessness, I spent a night couch surfing at a friend's apartment in Oakland. I was particularly sensitive to the effects of both the architecture and the threatening pervasiveness of cars. I felt how the design of living everywhere in the city conspires against community, and is actively threatening to human life. I couldn't wait to get back to my soft dome in the wilds of West Oakland, and the people there.
After a few days of not being in touch with my friend Warner Williams I called him. He was shocked to hear my voice because he was sure that I had died. He was relieved and happy to hear me, and said his sister was poring over the obituaries to find a mention of me. Now I realize that maybe I had died. I had died to my capacity to accept life in a standard house or apartment building in the city. I certainly died to a life of constantly increasing economic stress. I died to the Democratic party. I died to the Left. I died to the illuminati controlled rock music industry and many of its fake "stars".
I altogether died from my attempts to get along with the ego culture enough to survive and become a famous rock star. I still want to survive and have a way to sustain my music, and have my music be heard, but I will do it as a new species of human within a new Earth civilization that includes an expanding humane commons and a global cooperative forum. I have transformed from "Homo Consumeralis" to "Humana Universalis".
This means I reject the legal fiction of THEODORE JUAN CEDAR as spelled on my birth certificate, and am now known either as Theodore Juan Cedar, or Theo Cedar Jones. I am no longer a legal fiction or a corporation, for I was born a living child, and am now a living man.