YouTube . . . A Photographic Tour of the Appalachians
PART ONE of the series: The Concealed History of the Appalachian Mountains
Those responsible for the demonic effort to evict me from my home, with three days warning, on Christmas Eve, assumed that I would probably commit suicide or get in serious trouble with the law. At the very least I would be crushed into being a broken man. Since they worshiped money and symbols of power, they could not imagine a life without them. It didn’t happen. I was dropped into a winter wonderland and in the process of surviving in the wild, both my self-confidence and my intelligence grew. The latter change, I don’t understand, but it happened. I came down out of the high mountains, a roaring lion, determined that the truth about Native American heritage be told.
The US Forest Service adopted a policy in 2009 that all campers can only stay at one site for two weeks and must move at least 10 miles away to the new site. This was to prevent the many millions of homeless Americans at that time from thinking of the peoples’ forests as being their land. Thus, over a two year period, I hopped across the mountainous regions of North Carolina, Georgia and Tennessee. During much of that time, I was being subsidized by former National Park Service Director Roger Kennedy to do field research and drawings for him. So you are going to see scenes from remote mountaintop locations that you never dreamed existed in the Southeastern United States.
Once Roger started helping me, I was never hungry . . . just homeless. I made a point of staying clean and “clean cut,” since I didn’t want anybody to assume that I was some vagrant bum. However, I will confess . . . those winter nights in the Smokies were very, very cold. Also, when I finally got under shelter again, I DID have some traits of our ancient ancestors. I had many night time fights with attacking neo-Nazi white trash, so when back in civilization, they sassed me or tried yet again to kill my dogs or wreck my car, it took a lot of self-control not to rip their sleezy arms off. I was so accustomed to drinking water out of mountain streams with my hands . . . for about two weeks after I had access to plumbing, I would instinctively cup my hands under the spigot to quench my thirst, rather than grab a glass. LOL You will enjoy this video and the harp music that accompanies it.
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