An Early Cup of Coffee...Philosophy of Penitentiary

I got up early this morning and Starbucks was calling to me.  I now sit here with a cup of coffee.  I feel quite rested and relaxed.  I had a fine workout and physical therapy session yesterday.  I struggle to know what to put on the page.  I feel like my journey this weekend healed me in a profound way.  I am now able to smile and relate positively without using so much energy.  It is easy to do dishes and to run errands.  The police were a four man team when I was shopping after my workout.  My bus driver had a Superman cap on this morning.  So many heroes out there, I just feel so safe.  A man just came in with laundry and I see the engineer from The IDS coming through.  He is a Gepeto.  I miss him.  He is very mighty in a quiet way.  The downtown vicinity feels cleaned out now.  Columbia Heights does too to a certain extent.  There is so much I am keeping off the page today that I am feeling blocked.  I will just sit with my music playing and see if anything comes through...As I said that, I remember that there were four Hindus at the YMCA yesterday, and three were taking lessons.  One was probably feeling the effects of LSD, because he kept staring at me.  Then, when I was in the hot tub, a group of three African American men came in with me.  They were dripping of penitentiary.  I was kind and welcomed them with a smile in a relaxed way.  I could feel one of them protecting me when he turned his back to me.  I felt there spirits with me until I left.  I mark these three as a unit.  They get a membership, but they must come in together so that no one even hurts their feelings.  We laughed quite a bit, and I was on my way.  This is a perfect project for that YMCA.  Being a Line deputy in society (We must have some people locked down, and some in the world for the systems to function.  Being in the world DOES NOT mean that one is innocent.), it is time to see that these men are actually so much less violent and abusive than the people we have in society at this time, especially the women.  As I went down the steps to leave, I saw the man from Oakland, CA, who was on Van Jones' "Redemption Project" this past Sunday.  His daughter had been shot when she was a teen, and 20 years later he was facing the man who shot her.  I recognized him and then I saw his tattoos.  He will be part of a half and half project.  Penitentiary is changing, but not as quickly as the outer world.  It will be an opportunity for him to be in San Quentin's walls at times, without observation or questions.  He will then have two twin beds for men who need just one, and maybe two, days out to see the realities that are taking over in community.  It is important to note that these men, and many in pen. are not experiencing any signs of the outer world crazy, especially schizophrenia.  They separate that out pretty quickly, and respond to it with massive violence.  It is the only sane way to be in a closed and overcrowded setting.  This isolation and elimination technique can now be used overseas, but not in The U.S. yet.  People here rely on lies and imagery to represent the truth of community aspects (industries on TV) and beings.