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A. Mary---a tale of the Wild West of long ago---
D. Alice Shannon---a poor, poor little orphan girl
This handwritten story was in an old chest I bought at an auction. There are many corrections and many notes and pictures stuck between the pages, and the ink and pencil are faded and often difficult to read. I have had to guess a few times and hope I haven’t done too much harm to Mary's intent.
A TALE OF THE WILD WEST OF LONG AGO
Mary Faraday Huntington
I’ve led a wild life and had a hell of a good time. I still have my nose, all my fingers and my scalp thanks to my high intelligence, strength, quickness, excellent judgment, and a little help from all my many, many friends. I promise not to lie too bad. If you are a prissy little thing, best to pass on by. If you are a sensitive, refined gentleman, best to pass on by.
YOU’RE JUST A GIRRRRRL
“You can't race. You’re just a girrrrrrl!”
I bounced him a good one and he shrieked and jumped up and down with blood spurting out of his big, ugly nose. Oh my, how he did carry on.
I got on my pony and went to the line. The flag dropped and off we went. No problem, I promised Charlie a feedbag of corn when we win. He got his corn and I got a shiny silver dollar and a tin full of chewing tobacco. I traded the can for a bunch of fancy ribbons at old man Bailey’s haberdashery.
My name is Mary Faraday Huntington and I was born in 1832 at Independence, Missouri. My mother died when I was 9 months old and an Indian woman working at a whorehouse was the only one Christian enough to take me in.
Don’t know who my father was but he must have been big, strong, and sharp as a whip. Probably an army man having a little fun.
Sure they call me a bastard but they learned quick enough not to do that to my face.
Jennie is a Blackfoot Spirit Woman and a real good mother who cooks and cleans at Polly’s Paradise. We have a little room in the basement. Her real name is Aokii’aki, Water Woman.
She taught me sign and Blackfoot, how to live off the land, and how to fight with my hands and feet and knife. And she is teaching me the ways of a Spirit Woman.
I only saw Aokii'aki real sad once. When I asked why there were tears in her eyes, she said she was remembering a night long ago. Her father, a Blackfoot medicine man, came over, looked into her eyes and then turned to the others gathered around the fire.
A little while and I will be gone from among you, whither I cannot tell.
From nowhere we come, into nowhere we go.
What is life?
It is a flash of firefly in the night.
It is a breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
Jennie and Polly didn’t want me to go but it’s time. A bastard living in a whorehouse don’t break much bread with those gentlefolk on the other side of town, and I’d be upstairs in my own little room soon enough if I stayed.
A wagon train was assembling south of town and Polly found a nice Christian couple who agreed to take me on to help with the two kids, cooking and washing. Polly told them my mother died and there was nobody to look after me.
She gave me a pretty little gold crucifix to hang around my neck and I put on my best prim and proper when Mr. and Mrs. O’Sullivan looked me over.
I left town just before the sun went down, in the late Spring of 1847. I was real excited and happy, but then I passed children running and laughing, white picket fences, and clothes hanging on the line, and suddenly felt empty and a little sad and scared.
Come get Mary'S Story and ride with her into the Wild West of long ago.
What a story. Told by Miss Jacqui, who lived it.
There was once, really and truly there was, a wonderful place called Children’s Garden, in Marin County, California. Broken children came to be mended. This is the story of Nutmeg.
She was, according to the records we had received, just seven years old, reportedly a very bright child. When she was but three months old, the courts removed custody from her schizophrenic mother and made her a ward of the state of California.
Since then she had “failed” six foster homes and an adoption placement in the Bay area. Now she stood here defiant, stating that she had indeed just fried the goldfish on the radiator, and she was proud that she had.
“So what you gonna do ‘bout it?”
“Not much at the moment,” I replied. “What’s your name?’
“I am Nutmeg.”
“Hmmm, it says here your name is Katy.”
“My name is NUTMEG!” She screamed. I wasn’t at all sure the sounds coming from this cute little girl in front of me were human, but they were intelligible and very, very loud.
Go get Nutmeg and come along with her to Children's Garden and Miss Jacqui.
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Jacqueline Kelley, MS MA
My name is NUTMEG she screamed. There was once, really and truly there was, a wonderful place called Children’s Garden, in Marin County, California. Broken children came to be mended. This is the story of Nutmeg.
I hold a modestly high level position in government and wish to remain anonymous. I am grateful to Dr. Kinnie for supporting and publishing my books about the unusual lives of Mary and Alice.
Mary Raised in a whorehouse by a Blackfoot Spirit Woman. Come ride with her into the Wild West of long ago. Dig for California gold and make friends with the soiled doves of San Francisco. If you are a prissy little thing, best to pass on by. If you are a sensitive, refined lady or gentleman, best to pass on by.
Alice Shannon The World of Shadow. I'm a poor little orphan girl and a streetwise brat. I got rid of prissy morality long ago. If you're a sweet, little snowflake, go suck a lollypop.
Alice Shannon II The Nature of Reality. Welcome to my second book. We'll have such fun freaking out people and visiting Paris and Montmartre. Not for snowflakes or Mrs. Grundy.
Alice Shannon III The Creation of Reality. Welcome to my third book. You’re as weird as I am. Come along and explore the Catacombs of Paris and let's dance with Reality some more.
Ernest Kinnie, PhD
You don’t just read about the psychological concepts and strategies. You experience them. Students, psychotherapy patients and I found many over the years. My books and website give you the most powerful. Easily gain what we labored hard for. Join the Strong and Free.
Run with the Tigers. Clear out the rubbish between your conscious awareness and the rest of your mind. Yes, I am one of the proud Meta-Jumpers. Come join us and dare be one of the adventurous and creative of your generation. We have a whole lot more fun.
I've lived a long, full life and had a hell of a good time. Been a professor, psychotherapist, National Park Ranger, soldier, garbage collector, and antique dealer. My proudest accomplishment, at least the most fun, was writing the first fishing guide to Glacier National Park.
Ballet dancers flex and free their muscles
to warm-up for the dance.
Use my books to flex and free your mind, body and spirit
to warm up for life.
THE 3 TIGERS
“Buy this book!
It will change your life!”
Yes, you have probably seen that promise many times.
And too often found it was just click bait and bilge water.
No bilge water in this book. It took many years working with hundreds of students and patients to create. The Tigers give you the most useful and powerful psychological concepts and strategies we found. They are life changing.
You become one of the creative and adventurous of your generation. Able to bring new thoughts, emotions and actions into the world of humankind. And have a whole lot more fun.
The first part of the book supports and expands the knowledge, wisdom, and freedom you gain playing with the Tigers. Either start with the Mind and Spirit Adventures, share wisdom and folly, or go play with the Tigers. Whatever feels right.
Come dance with the five wizards of the mind. Each has useful and powerful ways for you to increase joy, love and creativity in your life. You’ll not just be reading about their ideas and techniques, you’ll be experiencing them. That’s the only way to learn what each has to offer.
Such fun moving back and froth and among the wizards. You’ll gain a very valuable perspective on their strengths and weaknesses. And then the realization will hit you that every psychological, political, economic, philosophical theory also has strengths and weaknesses. That frees you from the tight box of black and white thinking and greatly increases creativity and freedom in your life.
When you need a little break, go to the last chapter and flow with the wild and free. They will increase your of flow of freedom and add to your creativity and joy.
(Also found in The Magic Theater)
Tell your Adult and Parent to shut up and get out of the way. Run out that door into the sunshine and watch the butterflies flutter by. Put some fun and adventure into your life. Yes, you’re all grown up now and have to act like an adult. And you are reading this book so you have done a pretty damn good job of it. You might have done too good a job and lost the vitality, adventurousness and joy of being a kid.
(Also found in The Magic Theater)
Pop out of your head now and then and look around. Nothing wrong being in your head. Words and images are essential for survival. But if you spend too much time away from the direct experience of Reality you’re dead. You have lost the richness and vitality of life.
Come along with Fritz in the first chapter and make sure you are still alive to the wonder and vitality of Reality. Go adventuring again.
(Also found in The Magic Theater)
Yes, they push Skinner and Pavlov at you. Politicians, interest groups and advertisers spend a lot of time and money to make sure you think, feel and act correctly. Learn how they do it and make them work harder.
You and your friends do the same. Just part of social interaction. Become more aware how they do it to you and learn better how to do it to them.
In the spirit of John Stuart Mill’s On Liberty, this book considers the strengths and weaknesses of the two great interpreters of reality in our culture, science and religion.
The ideologues on both sides trivialize and demonize, and easily knock down the abominable straw men they create. What fun stomping the stuffing into the mud. There is some truth in how each views the other but the selectivity and exaggerations are a little less than honest. Hopefully this presentation will be a bit more even-handed.
Science is the most valid source of information about humans and planet earth. It has provided wonderful gifts such as longer, healthier lives, and machines that keep us creative and amused. But best be aware of the influences on scientists that affect the validity of their work, especially in areas that have political, economic and ideological implications.
Scientists accommodate the needs and agendas of governments, businesses, interest groups and themselves. Wittingly and unwittingly.
Five short plays---five life changing moments
THEIR LAST CHANCE
A sad, blind man and an old, sick woman meet in the park. Life has not been good for David and he’s planning to take the helium trip. A caregiver has taken away most of Polly’s freedom. This is their last chance.
SAMMY FINDS A WAY
Susan and Sammy fall in love at the New Horizon Home for the Elderly. The puritanical director won’t let them be together except in the day room. Susan has severe asthma, serious brain damage, and frequently flips into a sad, little girl who wants to go home. Sammy finds a way.
Silvana and Paul, two shy teens, meet in the park. Scary and exciting.
SMACKIN’ THE MONKEY
Two old actors, Jim and Robbie, try to keep in practice by faking heart attacks in the park. It doesn’t work out so good. The sweet old lady steals Jim’s wallet, and the tough guy thinks Robbie is having a bad trip and shoves a white pill down his throat.
DEEP AND SERIOUS
Marilyn, Serena, George and Fredric want to join a playwriting group. They are more for fun than serious playwriting but think they can learn something. They write a funny skit, but decide that won’t impress them, so they turn it into a deep and serious play. Not easy.
Five short plays---not for snowflakes or finger waggers.
I’M TOO OLD FOR THIS CRAP
Karol and Barry have fun sharpening their acting skills playing Rapo with a cop in the park. An old guy tries to warn him but he doesn’t listen.
YOU WANT SEX?
June and Jimmie are street people and police informants. They want out. When a nice lady who helps the homeless comes to visit, they have fun pretending Jimmie is a retarded pervert. She doesn’t have the fun, but helps them out anyway.
A COUGAR’S KITCHEN
Jake meets a cougar in the park. She saves him from a cop and invites him home for lunch to show him the three warm ovens in her wonderful kitchen.
The power of cyberbrains, forbidden love, and a return to Shakespeare’s “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” Not for humans prone to nightmares, but a wonderful gift for pedophiliacs.
What do you do when you’re too old to fly? The circus is all Fred and Marilyn know. Maybe best to end it all. Who wants to flip burgers, or play sweet, perky little waitress, getting pinched on the tush for lousy tips.
A 2-act play
A shaman has a little fun.
He lures the clueless, uptight professors into his world.
MAY YOU HAVE A LIFE OF LOVE AND JOY
DISCOVERY AND WONDER