The peak of the Perseid meteor shower is goin off while I’m packing the bike. Frequent enough to see tracers reflecting in the chrome after giving the bike a wash yesterday. It’s always darkest before the dawn and the best time to stargaze. It’s going to be hot today, so soaking in the chill morning sky will be a fond memory. This is going to be the quietest part of the day as well so meditate, reflect and focus before the kickstand comes up.
The air here is filled with energy from the meteor shower and all the human spirits that hover over the landscape. Time to slow down and recharge my energy with this abundant universe. I’m just saying this is a rad moment, in a rad spot!
I’m still having fun with learning about how to focus and channel my positive energy. It’s been a minute since I’ve learned to slow down and really enjoy the practice.
The Throat Chakra speaks the truth and is an energy center for communication. So many people have been neglecting putting truth and communication together and integrity has suffered. Listening has been separated from communicating, and thoughtfulness has been replaced with T shirts and bumper stickers. Hiding behind a quip or non sequitur makes people unapproachable and ceases progression. That’s a lot of emphasis for a sticker but I won’t mess with somebody who hearts their King Charles Spaniel. Those people are nuts!
It’s early on Main Street so I don’t look out of place jogging through barricades. My mantra today is “speak the truth” as I run by shirts for sale spreading hate and political propaganda. The truth doesn’t come out on a T shirt but the negativity does. Trying to be positive at this rally amplifies the negativity that I no longer want in my life. The words printed on cheap apparel from China, spreads the negativity like a virus. I don’t give a shit about the profanity, it’s the hateful language as a whole that ends a conversation before it could start.
Your political view is yours and I never want to hear about it. Like your sex life, religion or where you like to put your boogers…I don’t care.
To catch the news while attending the rally is interesting. Stories of extremes with gotcha reporters to inflame their audiences. I knew the rally would be the epitome of ignorance meets arrogance. Americans will do what they want, especially when you tell them they can’t. That doesn’t just go for the attendees of Sturgis but your great grandma who moved here because of that principal.
The people here are wonderful and have a big mask less smile as they buy up shirts to support the team. I bet more of them have guns than the vid and they would have fought to be here. I’m glad Alzheimer’s isn’t contagious when I look around the crowd here. If I get the vid it’s because somebody didn’t screw the cap back on the drain under the RV and got on the hiway. Not fun getting sprayed with grey water at 70 mph and it happened twice.
It’s time to leave Sturgis. There’s a hot spring campground to hit this afternoon and recharge my energy.
When I told people I was headed to the 80th Sturgis Motorcycle Rally I would hear “it ain’t what it used to be.” That’s a good thing when it used to be out of control motorcycle clubs ravaging the community. Those dead bikers are looking down to see the event that was dedicated to the love of motorcycling turned into a propaganda machine. A machine you can’t even pop wheelies with.
The truth comes from communication and conversation, that can’t take place without listening. It’s always darkest before the dawn and people need to be reminded the sun will come up tomorrow and shine a light on the truth.
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