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PURIFIED WATER IS NOT PURE, ITS PURIFIED!  In peoples terms, “toilet to tap”, aka (poop water)          By PNN reporter and poverty scholar, Gera                                      A we-search (peoples research) project of poor magazine                                                                               By PNN reporter and poverty scholar, Gera WHAT IS REVERSE OSMOSIS? Reverse osmosis is the introduction of an advanced filtration system that uses pressure to force  water molecules through a semipermeable membrane to “remove impurities”. This is a “toilet to tap” advanced filtration process in wich waste water is treated, then redistributed to the public for faucet use in most Municipalities that has been also adopted for irrigation systems in fields and land application all over Turtle Island and oppressed nations around the world. This is an attack on humanity, mother earth , and all life form dependant on water. A study done by poor magazine reporter Aztlan Native in a project we call wesearch, not “research” at PNN not “CNN” This study has uncovered the hidden truths of this advanced filtration system. It is not healthy to consume this recycled water for a long period of time causing numerous health complications and can create negative health effects to those who consume it. Alhambra, Arrow head, smart water and even FIJI water have been bought out by these corporations who are profiting off of our recycled sewage waste and poop water.  WHO IS DOING THIS TO US? Genocide! This introduction to our society by global leaders is a part of Agenda 21 “sustainable development” which is actually a plan by global governments to depopulate the human race has been discovered to be a form of genocide by global elites who wish to make a profit off of our treated waste water calling it “replenishment”, or “purified” water. We are a water planet , there is no need for us to consume our own waste water when we have oceans of water deep beneath the mantle. Local Municipalities are adopting this system to depopulate a society with no remorse for the loss of human life or destruction and contamination to mother earth. WHAT CAN WE DO ABOUT IT? We must first become educated as rapidly as possible. We can locate natural springs all over mother earth's occupied stolen lands. These natural springs can be located after rain closer to the hills or near any water reservoir. Create awareness and change, let people know about this on social media and word of mouth. We are a water planet, LOCATE MOTHER EARTH'S PRIMARY WATER.

A recent interview with new elect President, Donald Trump in late November has left us expecting a pardon to take place in weeks ahead in favor of Sean Gracey, the killer pig who just seconds after entering the home of beloved Sonya Massey , shot her in her face , one bullet going directly through her eye leaving her to bleed to death when she said to him “i rebuke you in the name of Jesus”. When asked if Sean Gracey should receive a Pardon from jail Trump responded “oh, you mean the lady who threw the boiling water” while gesturing his expression with his hands movement to look as though he was tossing a bucket of hot water at us, implying she was at fault for her actions when in fact it was the Corrupt killer Sheriff who murdered Sonya in her own home when she called them for help with a possible intruder. We will keep you posted on the developments of this case in coming weeks. Trump has been known to pardon killer cops and pedifiles with ties to Epstiens Island yet speaking on giving life sentences for drug sales and theft related charges. BAND KILLER PIGS! PNN reporter Kop watch aztlan investigative journalist Gera aka Aztlan Native the Chicano Che Guevara

Por Alvaro Kepokamaztli Tellez/ By Alvaro Kepokamaztli Tellez ¡Recuerdo salir el viernes en la mañana listo para comenzar de nuevo! Mis pensamientos no están claros, mi cuerpo se siente herido por mi culpa. Tengo dos días sin consumir y mi mente y cuerpo lo saben, tengo temblores y náuseas. ¡¡Quiero consumir!!! Pero no debo ni quiero. Gracias a mi carnala y carnal por su apoyo y tener el tiempo de llevarme al lugar seguro donde tengo que estar. Pasamos parte de la mañana en el proceso de admisión y del doctor, me siento incomodo de explicarles mis problemas de adicción y de enfermedad física y mental, muchas preguntas, pero lo tengo que hacer por bien. Llego a mi destino a comenzar mi tratamiento y lo primero que veo en la pared es "TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE" Creo haber visto ese mensaje en otro lugar? Pero no le puse atención, pero en este momento me puse a pensar lo que significa y me di cuenta que ¡es un mensaje muy fuerte! Mi mente empezó a regresar al pasado y de todo lo malo que me ha pasado y por alguna razón estoy aquí en este lugar volviendo a nacer. Hoy es mi ultimo dia en este lugar que me devolvió de nuevo mi paz emocional y espiritual, se que tengo una enfermedad física y de adicción pero ver a otros hermanos y hermanas en este lugar que están sufriendo mucho más que yo, me da más fuerzas para no regresar a lo mismo y poder ofrecer medicina espiritual a los que están sufriendo de esta enfermedad de la adicción. De regreso a mi comunidad a mi hogar HOMEFULNESS, Lugar donde estamos seguros y donde también tenemos Escuela, secciones de sanación, Radio, Periodismo, Cultura, etc. SOMOS REVOLUCIONARIOS!!! para mas informacion visita y registrate a www.poormagazine.org SOLO POR HOY Reflexiones: Dia nublado y con llovizna Días que siempre me han gustado desde mi niñez. Esta mañana me tocó ir YELAMU {SF} estoy contemplando toda la vista de esta tierra OHLONE, la entrada de la bahía, el puente Golden Gate, la Isla de Alcatraz y recordando que mis hijas nacieron en esta ciudad. El creador, el destino, no me están dando otra oportunidad de vivir o será la última? Tengo 20 días sin consumir desde mi última recaída y casi 9 años limpio, también estoy sanando mi páncreas!! Me siento fuerte con mi mente clara, no depresión, no pensamientos negativos, sé que no estoy solo, tengo apoyo familiar y de mi comunidad de HOMEFULNESS, se que tengo que salir adelante y tratar de asegurar un futuro para mi familia, se que no es fácil pero te que empezar a caminar de nuevo y no correr muy rápido, por que si me caigo va a ser difícil levantarme. I remember leaving on Friday morning ready to start again! My thoughts are not clear, my body hurts through my own fault. I have two days without consuming and my mind and body know it, I have tremors and nausea. I want to consume!!! but I should not and do not want to. Thanks to my friends for their support and having the time to take me to the safe place where I have to be. We spent part of the morning in the admission process and the doctor, I feel uncomfortable explaining my addiction problems and my physical and mental illness, many questions, but I have to do it for good. I arrive at my destination to start my treatment and the first thing I see on the wall is "TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE" Do I think I saw that message elsewhere? But I did not pay attention to it, but at this moment I started thinking what it means and realized that it is a very strong message! My mind began to return to the past and all the bad things that have happened to me and for some reason I am here in this place being born again. Today is my last day in this place that gave me back my emotional and spiritual peace, I know I have a physical illness and addiction but I see other brothers and sisters here who are suffering much more than me, it gives me more strength not to return to the same thing and to be able to offer spiritual medicine to those who are suffering from this disease of addiction. Back to my community to my home HOMEFULNESS, a place where we are safe and where we also have School, healing sections, Radio, Journalism, Culture, etc. WE ARE REVOLUTIONARIES!! For more information visit and register at www.poormagazine.org JUST FOR TODAY Reflections: Cloudy day and a drizzle Days that I have always liked, since my childhood. This morning I had to go to YELAMU {SF}. I am contemplating the whole view of this OHLONE land, the entrance of the bay, the Golden Gate bridge, Alcatraz Island and remembering that my daughters were born in this city. The creator, destiny, are not giving me another chance to live or will it be the last?  It’s been 20 days without drinking and since my last relapse and almost 9 years clean, so I am also healing my pancreas!! I feel strong with my mind clear, no depression, no negative thoughts, I know that I am not alone, I have family support and my HOMEFULNESS community, I know that I have to get ahead and try to secure a future for my family, I know it's not easy but you have to start walking again and not run too fast, because if I fall it's going to be difficult to get up.

by Monique French Roots of mine well not well but yield they do come from and are deeply rooted in the south and of Black/Brown ascendants from first nations and first people of all nations.   For many years, Shoe Lane was a symbol of Black resilience in an era of segregation and racial discrimination. Residents had to navigate an environment where opportunities for advancement were limited due to systemic racism, but they created a strong, supportive community nonetheless. It was a place where Black families could live, work, and raise children.  For many years, Shoe Lane was a symbol of Black resilience in times of Jim Crow law racial tensions,  segregation and racial discrimination. Residents had to navigate an environment where opportunities for advancement were limited due to systemic racism, but they created a strong, supportive community nonetheless. It was a place where families could live, work, and raise children despite the challenges they faced. As the city moved forward with its redevelopment plans, families in Shoe Lane were forced to relocate. Some residents were given financial compensation, but it was often inadequate to replace what they had lost—homes, businesses, and a deep sense of community. The process was traumatic, especially for those who had lived in the area for generations. The loss of 110 acres of the Shoe Lane and Moore’s Lane represents a larger pattern of displacement experienced by Black communities in cities across the United States of America. Many urban renewal projects disproportionately affected black neighborhoods, often resulting in the erasure of long-standing communities in favor of new commercial or residential developments that benefited wealthier, typically white, populations. For Newport News, the end of Shoe Lane was symbolic of the broader forces of gentrification and disinvestment that affected many Black neighborhoods then and even now.  Many folks would say that the city could have built or not taken eminent domain (the government’s right to forcibly purchase private property for public use) of their property but built on 59.9 acre lot which was owned by the city. The enclave of the Johnsons' vision, the Blacks in the community and at large was about to flourish and grow.   Fuck this shit….Im dealing with the blight of the same times as the early 1900s.  I was just accused of allegedly fraud to the “Berkeley Housing Choice” preference.  It was the truth my…. My great grandfather owned the entire corner of Prince ST and California ST in Berkeley CA.  Wassnt as much as the Johnson’s land at Moore’s Lane and Shoe Lane  One of the points of Preference states Parent or grandparent lives or lived in a formerly redlined neighborhood in Berkeley .   Redlined neighborhoods in South Berkeley, West Berkeley, and elsewhere were designated as the riskiest places to issue loans by a federal government agency during the 1930-60s. Redlining devalued properties, in the process undermining housing stability and enabling ongoing displacement. It's as if the city knew I made number 84 on the list for the widely publicised property on Ashby and Martin Luther King Jr. Way.  I feel directly targeted.

Esta tierra es un santuario. Esta pequeña parte de la madre tierra me ha ayudado a valorar la importante que es tener una relación con ella y conmigo mismo por medio de su naturaleza. Soy de la Ciudad de México donde todo se vende y compra, lo cual no es una manera de tratar a la Madre Tierra porque debe ser un santuario y no un objeto de compraventa y nadie debe sacar provecho sin su consentimiento. Una de las creencias que nos trajeron los colonizadores son las iglesias. Muchísimo tiempo nos han hecho creer una mentira y nos han trabajado para sacarnos dinero y en muchas de los casos no estamos seguros en las supuestas casas de dios. Si no das dinero ni los sigues, es cuando empieza el maltrato emocional y verbales contra las personas que no aceptan o predican de la misma manera. Así empiezan los imperios de las mentiras. De acuerdo con las historias que nos echo creer -que yo personalmente no creo- todo lo que se dice en la iglesia en los tiempos de antes era un tabú. Pero en estos tiempos se ha rebelado tanta maldad y tanto abuso de parte de los predicadores, o mejor dicho predadores y solo se esconden debajo de una sotana hacer doble vida que en realidad ya se perdió el respeto a si dios y todo es negocio y poder. Una de las iglesias más poderosas es la católica y la cantidad de crímenes que se han registrado y cuantos estan si salir a la luz es por eso que mucha gente pierde la fe y ase lo que su corazón le dice. Las iglesia son como los partidos políticos, solo prometen, pero a la mera hora te siguen robando. Las iglesias son más malvadas porque te destruyen tu fe y ponen en mal a tus santos, en otras iglesias te roban tu familia y tu alma, sin contar el dinero que reciben y mal usan. Especialmente si eres como yo que viene de otro país y ocupas ayuda de verdad - al último minuto te dan la espalda y te das cuenta que ni dios te puede ayudar. ¿En qué lugar me puedo refugiar? Uno de los lugares que yo he encontrado que es mejor que la iglesia es Prensa Pobre que en realidad es un lugar santuario donde no llaman a la policía, a diferencia de las iglesias donde si tienes un conflicto lo primero que hacen es llamar a la policía. This earth is a sanctuary. This small part of Mother Earth has helped me to value how important it is to have a relationship with her and myself through her nature. I am from Mexico City where everything is sold and bought which is not a way to treat Mother Earth because it should be a sanctuary and not an object of purchase and sale and no one should profit without her consent. One of the beliefs that the colonizers brought us are the churches. They have made us believe a lie for a long time and they have worked to get money from us and in many cases we are not safe in the supposed houses of god. If you do not give money or follow them, the emotional and verbal abuse begins against people who do not accept or preach in the same way. This is how empires of lies begin. They force stories on us- that I personally do not believe- and in the past it was taboo to oppose the stories the church told. But in these times so much evil and so much abuse has been sparked rebellion due to preachers, or rather predators and they hide under a cassock living a double life where in reality respect for God has already been lost and everything is about business and power. One of the most powerful churches is the Catholic Church and the amount of crimes that have been recorded and how many will come to light is why many people lose faith and accept what their heart tells them. The churches are like the political parties, they promise, but at the same time they continue to steal from you. The churches are more evil because they destroy your faith and they disgrace your saints, in other churches they steal your family and your soul not even counting the money they receive and misuse. Especially if you are like me, coming from another country and needing real help- at the last minute they turn their backs on you and you realize that not even God can help you. Where can I take refuge? One of the places that I have found that is better than the church is POOR Magazine, which is actually a sanctuary place where the police are not called, unlike the churches where if you have conflict the first thing they do is call the police.

Por Teo/By Teo El tiempo en los últimos años ha subido la temperatura inconsideradamente en varios estados de los estado unidos. Algunos noticieros dicen que suben las temperaturas porque hay contaminación en el aire y sube a la atmósfera y eso hace que produzca mucho calor en nuestras comunidades.  Estas temperaturas de calor en el sur, la costa central, y el norte de California también suben como el calor en nuestra comunidad. También, no afecta a todos en la misma manera-- afecta más a los jóvenes, ancianos, y a las personas con discapacidades. Estamos más débiles y no podemos resistir el calor que sube en estos tiempos de temperatura récord. Algunas veces, estas temperaturas producen incendios por la vegetación. Las hierbas verdes se ponen en riesgo de incendios por el tanto calor en estos últimos años aquí en el estado. The temperature has risen considerably in recent years in various states of the United States. Some news reports say that temperatures rise because there is pollution in the air and it rises to the atmosphere and this is what produces a lot of heat in our communities.  These hot temperatures in the south, central coast, and northern California also rise like the heat in our community. Also, it does not affect everyone in the same way--it more so affects young people, the elderly, and people with disabilities. We are weaker and we cannot resist the heat in these times of record temperature. Sometimes, these temperatures produce fires in vegetation. Greenery is put at risk of fires due to the heat in recent years here in the state.

Por Alvaro Kepokamaztli Tellez/ By Alvaro Kepokamaztli Tellez Desalojo, No recuerdo qué día fue? Pero si recuerdo la tarde que abrí la puerta de mi casa y lo primero que vi fue la notificación de 30 días de desalojo. Mi primera reacción fue enojo, impotencia, miedo y coraje. Recuerdo que tuvimos una baja de trabajo y estábamos pasando por una mala situación económica. Tuvimos una situación, ya que estábamos pagando una van y era casi el 70% que habíamos pagado, y por falta de pagos perdimos nuestro transporte de trabajo. Recuerdo que eran como las 10pm y escuche ruidos de un motor grande y me dio curiosidad y salí a revisar! Me di cuenta que era una grúa ya con nuestra van lista para llevarsela, creo que fue el principio del fin! Tuvimos que ir a corte sin buenos resultados, ya que no nos regresaron la van, lo único que fue que el juez ya no nos obligo a pagar el resto que debíamos y mandarnos a colección. Culeros!! Gentrificación. Voy manejando por esta ciudad o caminando (s.f.) ese sol, la neblina, ese atardecer que ya se siente el frío después de estar el clima caliente!  El barrio donde nacieron y crecieron  mis hijas La Mission, diversidad de culturas, Mexicanos, Salvadoreños, Hondurenos, Guatemaltecos, Afroamericanos, etc. Veía casas victorianas, hoy veo condominios, restaurantes que no puedo pagar, veo gente rica que me ven como extraños! Donde esta mi gente! Que paso? Mi familia, mi cultura me mantienen vivo! Ometeotl!!! English: Eviction,  I don't remember what day it was? But I do remember the afternoon I opened the door of my house and the first thing I saw was the 30-day eviction notification. My first reaction was anger, helplessness, and fear. I so remember we were out of work and we were going through a bad economic situation. We were paying for a van and it was almost 70% paid, but due one missed payment we lost our work transportation. I remember it was like 10pm and I heard noises from a big engine and half-curious I went out to check! I realized it was a crane already ready to take our van, I think it was the beginning of the end! We had to go to court without good results, since they did not return the van, the only good thing was that the judge did not force us to pay the rest we owed and sent us to collection. Assholes! Gentrification. I'm driving through this city or walking (n.d.) that sun, the fog, that sunset that you can already feel the cold after the weather is hot! The neighborhood where my daughters were born and raised, The Mission, diversity of cultures, Mexicans, Salvadorenos, Hondurenos, Guatemalans, African Americans, etc. I saw Victorian houses, today I see condos, restaurants that I can't afford, I see rich people who see me as strangers! Where are my people! What happened?  My family, my culture keep me alive! Ometeotl!!

Por Teo / By Teo Una tarde, cayendo la noche, me estaba tomando descanso en un banco por la Main St. en la ciudad. Yo estaba brindando unas cervezas frías en compañía de unas personas que estaban en ese lugar. No recuerdo sus nombres pero entro una persona y esa persona y ya habíamos tenido problemas anteriormente siempre que nos encontrábamos nos agredimos verbalmente pero ese día quería pelear me agredió. Yo también estaba listo para pelear. De ese lugar llamaron a la policía y la policía vino y nos preguntó por la identificación. Recuerdo que nos dijo, “Váyanse de aquí y si regresan a este lugar los voy a arrestar.” Los policías se fueron. Yo regresé a ese mismo lugar a seguir brindando pero en mi pensamientos alterados con los efectos de las cervezas frías, seguía tomando y platicando cuando otra vez regrese con esa misma persona que me atacó. Esta vez creía firmemente que me empujaba o me golpeaba con los puños cerrados. También yo me defendía con mis manos empuñadas. Como una pelea de inconsciente por el coraje y por el alcohol, otra vez me regresa la policía. Recuerdo que la persona con la que estaba peleando la policía lo agarró y le puso las esposas. Recuerdo bien que yo lo seguía agrediendo él con las esposas en sus puños y yo estaba tratando de golpearlo para ganar la pelea pero la policía lo agredía a mi. También los policías me pegaron en mi cabeza y con el golpe me reventaron mi cabeza y salía mucha sangre pero yo no me daba cuenta porque estábamos en la acción de la pelea. Me di cuenta cuando pisé un charco de sangre y me toque la herida me di cuenta que esa sangre era mía. Fue algo desagradable porque era algo exagerado toda esta situación que yo miraba y en ese momento el problema se giró, me trasladaron al hospital de la ciudad. No recuerdo mucho de lo que pasó en el hospital pero me cerraron la herida que yo tenía en mi cabeza y me llevaron a la cárcel en la ciudad de Santa Cruz. De ese condado los policías me tomaron las huellas y recuerdo que ellos me trataban amablemente y me llevaron a la casa que en ese tiempo yo vivía con mis padres en Watsonville, CA. English: One afternoon, as night was falling, I was taking a break on a bench on Main St. in the city. I was drinking cold beers in the company of people who were from there. I don’t remember their names but one person came and this person and I had always had problems before, we found we verbally argued, but on this day he wanted to fight me physically. And I was also ready to fight. From here, they called the police, who came and asked us for identification. I remember they told us “Leave and if you come back I'm going to arrest you.” The police left. I went back to the bar to keep drinking but in my altered thoughts from the effects of the cold beers, I kept drinking and talking when again, I was with the person who attacked me. This time I truly believed he pushed me and punched me with his closed fists. I also defended myself with my hands in fists. Like a fight of unconsciousness due to anger and to alcohol, the police returned again for me. I remember that the person I was fighting with- the police grabbed him and put handcuffs on him. I remember well that I kept attacking him with the handcuffs on his fists and I was trying to hit him to win the fight but the police attacked me. The police also hit me on my head and with the blow they burst my head, a lot of blood came out but I didn't realize it because we were in the middle of the fight. I realized when I stepped on a pool of blood and I touched the wound and realized the blood was mine. It was something unpleasant because it was dramatic, this whole situation that I was looking at, and at that moment the problem turned around, they transferred me to the hospital in the city. I don't remember much about what happened in the hospital, but they closed the wound I had in my head and they took me to the jail in Santa Cruz. The police took my fingerprints and I remember they treated me kindly and took me to the house where at that time I lived with my parents in Watsonville, CA.

We are actively working with houseless poverty skolaz and housed allies in the Pacific Northwest, Tovaangar (LA) and Yelamu (San Francisco) to bring/mamafest more of the medicine of Homefulness and to do that we have launched a new effort with guidance from our first Nations Ohlone /Lisjan relatives called The Homeful Tax . Please help us put this out as far and wide as possible. And please help us with your love-stained dollars  so we can finish Homefuness2 and unSell more of occupied Turtle Island. To redistribute to the Homeful Tax go to   linktr.ee/HomefulnessTax .   To learn more about the practicable solution of Homefulness, radical redistribution and ComeUnity reparations - which currently funds Homefulness 1 & is trying to raise resources to fund Homefulness2 off-grid solar energy system, as well as Homefulness 3 in the Pacfic Northwest, Homefulness4 in occupied Yelamu (San Francisco), Homefulness5 in occupied Tovaangar (LA) and hundreds of houseless families with rent, food, utility bills and basic support. Please consider registering for the upcoming Decolonization/DegentriFUKation seminar of PeopleSkool- more information here www.poormagazine.org/education . Who pays this off grid poor people "tax"?  Anyone who is housed If you have a home please consider redistributing  whatever you can so houseless peoples can build/house ourselves1)  $1.00 to 1million  To build rent-free forever homes for houseless families, & elders www.poormagazine.org/homefulness -currently housing 21 houseless youth adults and elders in Deep East Huchiun (Oakland) ¿Quién paga este "impuesto" a los pobres fuera de la red?  Cualquiera que esté alojado Si tienes una casa por favor considera contribuir.  lo que sea posible para que las personas sin hogar podamos construir/alojarnos1) 1,00 a 1 millón  Para construir hogares permanentes y gratuitos para familias, ancianos y jóvenes sin hogar, visítenos en www.poormagazine.org/homefulness . Actualmente alberga a 21 adultos jóvenes y ancianos sin hogar en Deep East Huchiun (Oakland) .

By evander McElroy /POORmagazine Youth PovertySkola “It's the monster versus the politrickster” …tiny I didn’t vote. I said it! There was no one on that federal level worthy enough to be President of this broken country. Why does it even matter? The vote of the people doesn’t choose the President. We flock out to the polling places as if we are doing something and on a local level perhaps we are but anything else we ain’t doing much.  Another Evander Lore Drop™, I am online a lot, particularly on Twitter/X mostly in left wing circles, and being so close to the election, a lot of people are talking about it. They’ll be stressing the importance of voting, and how we need to make sure former President Trump isn’t the one who wins. On a surface level I can agree with that, Donald Trump is the worst possible choice for this country, but that is where our opinions differ. I, in good conscious couldn’t vote for another bad person just because one is worse. If they’re both bad, they shouldn’t be the President. There are many people who agree with me especially when it comes to the issue of Palestine. You could argue that Kamala has not made any sort of stance on how she feels and I would say that’s some bullshit. I see videos of burning children daily, and she feels like she has to double down on israHELL just because she want’s to be President? Selling your soul for political office is crazy.  Along with Kamala are her annoying proformative activist fans! These are people who a few months ago seemingly shared my same opinion. We want a FREE PALESTINE. It’s in all their twitter bios, and they love to tweet about the “Injustice in Gaza” yet when poked about how their chosen candidate has yet to take the only correct stance on the matter they bombard back with the same tired excuse. “She’s the best we have right now and we have to vote’’ or they’ll deflect with an unrelated issue that she happens to have the widely accepted stand on.  The people who aren’t committed to one candidate, and the people who vote third party aren’t the issue. The issue is the system. It was built so that the top two political parties who have been active since the early to mid 19th century could hold power indefinitely. We will only ever be given the illusion of choice in state/federal elections until we enact some real change. Ranked choice voting, for a start. Allowing third parties to get that much needed federal funding the top two parties do, there are so many things we can do to make this a level playing field, but until we get someone in Washington willing to do that, we will be in this cycle forever, kept in the past by politicians who only care about clinging to power, and not the power of the people.

October 25th, 2024 The first Elephant Meeting in Tovaangar - where traumatized poor folks come together to heal and hold each other, to create true interdependent safety. What is your vision of Home - apartment, shared room, tent, yard, treehouse, your own home? Where do you feel safe? Home, with friends, community, party, quiet, noisy, city, country? Is it people or place that make you feel safe? Gelly Ngozi My vision of home is a space where my creativity is flowing like a mad river I feel most safe when I’m surrounded by people who fuel my fire and love me as I am and allows me to make wins and loses without shame It is both.  Heling is coloring, creating, clothing, health and beauty. When you look good you feel good and opportunities open up to you I & I- No me, no you.  I see you in me and me in you Troy Home is a safe place to be shaped without those who you feel comfortable around.  Where love can lead and genuine feelings can be expressed In community with friends figuring out future solutions.  The valley or downtown >A. It’s people who make me feel safe Beca Home for me is were you lay your head With my friends Is telling my story People Carla Echo Park. Bolivia. Los Angeles Children, elders, intergenerational, turns towards each other to address our issues.  Love is Honesty. Both.  Places filled w/ people.  Safe to share What does healing look like?  Capacity for change. No name Currently, my RV but more broadly home is where I can be my full self in the comfort of safety.  Where I can share space and stories. Outside amongst the life of this planet (plant, animal, people) and with community creating. It is place first and people who came w/ love next. Will Sens A large piece of land of curated, permaculture food forest In the forest with friends Both.  Healing is the embracing (distributing) of light Adrian  Shared space with friends community With friends, community, comrades People Healing is laughter, sharing, collaboration, working ?

By Monique French 10/07/2024 Let me go back Thematic as the Day before Yesterday  because yesterday, I heard was to be 10 less in fahrenheit Degree of my skin?, Platelets were giving me  All my protection  They told me I was a redbone of many Native Indigenous Nations. Carbonated skin without Chill or cold.  I sat and sat  in thin clothes And sweat Finally feeling something  Clothed  Quite frankly, every bid of my reality was as  Has as been my most hot ‘Tis was summer, now old  But I'm weather happy because I know my scholastic solstice be like LISTEN ‘N’