WhenI met Soaring Eagle I told him the story of how I became a dready. That I would share it in a post. That was in 2009 and I better do it before I run off onto the road again. My life is coming to another big change just like it did back in 1997 when it started for me.

True names are with held. I going to lay it on straight so dont judge me to harsh. We are all human:)

I was living in my sisters basement in 97. Selling hemp jewelry and tye-dyes at flea markets. I had this sister ummmmm Ruth come up and bought a necklace off of me. I found she was also selling hemp jewelry. She was a sweetie and she invited me to her home.

Ruth was the first person I even noticed who had dreads. I look at peoples eyes and even though I go to Rainbow Gatherings it never hit me.

Well Ruthie was a beautiful sister and when she offered me a couple clean doses and the world was put into flux. She was so beautiful and her hair was so beautiful. She asked me to run away with her onto the road. She said she was a "Kid" and I was a'Kid" too. Off into the great unknown. I told her that I did not have any money. That I was poor. She said "We can be poor together". The most romantic words ever spoken to me.

I had never done anything like this though I had hitch hiked all over the USA already a few times. I had been trying to get into the jewelry business. I know how to cut stones and cast metals, facet gems. Well of course you give it all away. I had so few possessions but I had the jewelry equipment. I knew an old DeadHead who had just gotten off the road permanent. We can call him Luke. Well I traded all my jewelry equipment to Luke for a drum. (I still have the drum)

Well my Mother found out I was planning on hitch hiking off with a 19yr old dready sister. Well I then was told a 17yr old dready sister. Well Ruthies mom informed me I was going to be hitching off with a 16yr old dready sister the day we went to the notary to get an afidavid signed saying she could be with me. My mother decided she better rent me a car. Moms are just that way sometimes.

So off I go. To get my last paycheck pick up my drum then off to Ruthies. I get my paycheck and start down the road and I see this Guy walking in the other direction. He was a Rasta Man with Dreads to his waist. I pulled over to offer a ride.

Rasta man looked as old as the Earth. He was carrying a bag and a flute. I asked "Do you want a ride?" He just knodded he was going in the opposite direction. I told him to jump in and that I would go in the other direction to help him out.

He wouldnt look at me except for a glance out the side of his eye. He wouldnt speak to me except thru jestures. I was rambling about how I was about to go on the road. I was going with Ruthie. My mom rented this car. I told him that I was a spiritual person. Then I said to him. "I wish I was more like you!"

Be careful of your wishes Kids. The moment I said those words on a bright blue clear day the heavens open up with a deluge of water on my car. I quickly started to try to find the windsheild wipers and he pointed them out in a millisecond. I looked over and caufght a glint of his mischiefious eye in that second. We didn;t need to talk after that. I was dropping him off just a mile up the road and I pulled over for him to get out. The instant he stepped out the sun was shining.

I could go into the story of what I thought, I wont. I met Jah that day. I picked up my drum and then Ruthie and went out into the great unknown. My life changed that day. It continued at that magical pace for years like that. Amazing stories strung together making my life. I have not cut my hair since. Jah Love