“How are you feeling today?”

“Well, you remember that feeling when you were maybe a little older than a toddler and you had recently learned how to swim and were finally brave enough to swim in the deep end? And then you convinced your mom to let you go off the high dive, and then after mustering up the courage, you made the leap? And you shot to the bottom deeper than you had ever been, feeling the pressure in your ears for the first time and getting a little water up your nose leaving the slight sting of chlorine in your nostrils? And then you swim towards the light and breach the surface again into the full light of day and your mom is there waiting for you at the side of the pool with a huge smile on her face, congratulating you warmly in an elated, loving, voice like a melodious songbird in the Springtime? And as you swim towards the ladder you glance up at the slender, teen, lifeguard in her form fitting one piece suit, also smiling at you, and stirring in you new feelings that you cannot yet quite understand?… Like all that. I feel like that.”

https://www.zerohedge.com/covid-19/wuhan-lab-leak-so-friggin-likely-new-slack-messages-reveal-massive-media-deception-fauci

Any reasonable person knows that Covid came from the Wuhan lab and we’ve been saying that all along despite all the subterfuge from Fauci and co. trying to cover their asses for pursuing gain of function abroad with taxpayer money despite such research being banned in the US by Obama. People should be mad, real mad, and the perpetrators should be held accountable for the grave mess they inflicted on the world. I can’t tell you how many of my arrogant peers with science degrees tried to shame me for suggesting such, always claiming that their education empowers them to “read the data” better than a mere layman like myself (David Nelson and Kerry Kriger stand out in my memory as some of the worst offenders). None of them have apologized for their gaslighting and arrogance.  But I’ll go a step further, I say it did not LEAK from the lab but was intentionally released. Never forget how Bill Gates and Johns Hopkins University company ran amazingly detailed drills on the exact scenario in the years just before the pandemic, or how Fauci pompously and prophetically declared that Trump would face a deadly pandemic during his administration. Nor forget how the pandemic was used to usher in draconian assaults on liberty and to justify mail in voting that was heavily and fraudulently abused to sway the 2020 election. The whole sheme was diabolical and I will never rest until the planners and perpetrators are brought to SEVERE, if not mortal justice equal to the damage they inflicted on the world, which stole precious years from people’s lives, destroyed livelihoods, crushed dreams, forced our loved ones to die in solitude alienated in nursing homes, and damaged the psychogical health and development of a whole generation of youth. As well, I will continue to criticize and shame every single one of you who were so quick to comply with these irrational and reckless dictates, and who aimed their vicious wrath at me and others for daring to ask questions and urge people to protect their liberty. Everyone sees and feels what a damaged, divided, and dangerous world we now live in in the wake of covid, perched on the precipice of WWIII under the leadership of an utterly corrupt and incompetent administration. If we the people continue to bury our heads in the sand, we deserve every horror of the dystopian technicratic tyranny that is rapidly being assembled as we remain mired in apathy and denial. I use the word “we” but it doesn’t really apply to me. I read the writing on the wall and made my moves. I’m prepared to ride out the crumbling of civilization and the ever increasing violence as panic and desparation sits in.  I’ll be here, smoking my pipe on my mountain, watching the world burn, feeling content in my soul that I risked my career and reputation to warn you all of what’s coming, humming the tune of “I told you so” over the screams of anguish and rhythmic pulse of bombs destroying everything our ancestors built that nearly all took for granted. Rant done. 

It feels good to be performing again, especially in a new region. All photos by Larissa Swatek. Thanks Larissa! Great shots.

I’ll be back on the East Coast for the Holidays, and I’m excited to announce that I’ll be collaborating with Turi at her beautiful Turiya Yoga Wellness studio in Bluemont VA for a live music yoga class and meditation. I’ll be adding the soothing sounds of the bansuri flute, the dholak drum, and bhajan singing to the flow of asanas guided by Turi. I get more personal fulfillment playing these types of events than I do playing bigger stages with my electrified gear, and I’m really looking forward to it! I hope to see you there! Visit turiyayogawellness.com for details.

I did a thing. I’ve been watching a lot woodworking videos on YouTube, so I figured I’d make one. It’s not intended to be a how to, but just to show the process of making a router tray/bowl. This is only the second one I’ve ever made.

I am setting up a woodshop in my new barn and do hope to supplement my meager musician’s income with woodworking, so who knows, maybe “Woodworking With Whitewolf” will become a thing?! Enjoy!

The first video is under two minutes and is a “best of” of the footage I shot in the Badlands during the Spring of 2021. It is set to the music track “Mrs. Robinson” as played my favorite alto sax player, Paul Desmond. I’ve been really loving this track lately and was happy to have a chance to share it in this video.

The second video is just over eight minutes and is a more thorough edit of my Badlands footage, featuring more animals and an original music track. I actually recorded the track just after I shot the footage while staying at my friend Rene’s house in Custer SD, intending to pair the two. It is a recording of the ancient and sacred Gayatri mantra from the Vedic tradition. It makes sense to me pair sacred music with wildlife photography; I view Nature and her creatures as the face of God.

I shot this footage in the Bighorn Mountains of Wyoming during the Spring of 2021 while I was waiting to close on my new home. I live only two and a half away from these mountains, which is of my favorite places to camp in Wyoming. Enjoy!

I’ve become fully convinced that the universe wants me keeping and riding horses. When I moved out to Wyoming last August, I had no intention whatsoever of owning horses; it was not a dream of mine. It was something I was interested in, but figured if I ever got into horse culture, it would be years down the road after I was well established in my new home.

Now, here we are 14 months later, and I’ve been given two horses and a saddle by my friend JW, as well as a mule to keep for awhile, and I’ve acquired a full tack setup for riding under the guidance of some new friends who have been very helpful and generous in getting me up to speed with how to saddle a horse and ride. Last week my friends Jenn and Jamie took me riding and taught me a lot, and today my wrangler friend Mason came over and guided me through preparing the horse to ride and riding basics.

I have two older mares, Jasmine and Spunky, who were also here last year grazing on my land. Rabbit is the mule. Last year there was another mare here as well, and she was really the alpha of the herd and was kind of possesive of me and kept the other horses away. Now that she’s out of the picture, Jasmine has really taken a shine to me. To me she appears to be the healthier of the two and the one I’d prefer to ride anyhow. She is very sweet to me, always comes to visit when I walk out in the pasture, she nuzzles me and rubs on me, and she’s completely relaxed around me and enjoys my pets and affection. Spunky is nice too, but she’s a lot more meek and shy. She doesn’t want anything to do with a harness or saddle. Jasmine however has no problem being harnessed or saddled, but she’ll take some work to be a good riding horse. She’s been well-trained and was a rodeo horse, but she hasn’t been ridden for quite awhile, and is kind of crotchety about the whole idea. She knows I’m a novice and sees what she can get away with. Luckily, I have these great mentors to help me along my path of horsemanship.

Yesterday and today, I rode Jasmine for the first times. It felt incredible to be riding my own horse on my own land with my own gear. I really never expected that experience in my life. Previously to this weekend, with the exception of riding last week with Jenn and Jamie, I’ve only ridden well-trained horses at professional horseback riding outfits. Yesterday Jasmine wasn’t happy with the bit at all, so I only rode for a minute before I quit, afraid she would start freaking out. Today we used a hackamore, a bitless bridle. My wrangler friend Mason could control her pretty well, but I had more trouble. She really wanted to go back to her friends in the herd, “buddy sour” as they call it, and was testing me and resisting quite a bit. At one point, I was even tossed off but I wasn’t hurt. I was using bad technique trying to rein in her head, and she backed us into the barbwire and then freaked out a bit. She didn’t buck, but did manage to spin me off. I’m cool with it though. It was a humbling lesson I needed to learn. It’s quite a learning curve for me learning how to control a horse, but it’s a challenge I accept and look forward to surmounting. Mason assures me she’s not a bad horse at all, in fact, she’s quite calm and tolerant, and certainly likes me. She’s just a fussy old mare who doesn’t really want to come out of retirement and needs a little further training and discipline. I’ll be working more with her doing ground work, and once a week Mason is gonna come out and help me work on riding and controlling her. I’m also watching lots of horse training video on Youtube. It’s all so exciting! This has been my most “Wyoming” week yet, hanging with cowboys and cowgirls, riding through the hills, and even getting chucked off a horse and into the dirt! At least I’m breaking in my cowboy boots and hat.