Are you really with me?

hello everyone! I am still here in DC, fasting away, wasting away, 18th day now of a water only fast for peace for all life. The only contact i get with the govt is the interrogation, frisking and other pleasantries from the secret service police, but no response from any govt official. I need everyone who reads this to really care, don’t just friend me. Go to your own media outlets and get them to care. Send them my story, give them my contact info. Media is really closed off, very inaccessible, but i continue to try. I need you to try, too. And if anyone knows anyone friendly in the DC area who would be willing to put me up, or has funds and wants to put me up in a hotel someplace around here, that would be the greatest help. I stay in something like a prison shelter at night, and must be out before 7am. There is no place to rest my body or my aching back. If you lay on a bench or the grass, you will get literally kicked off. There is no forest, there is no living earth. It’s a concrete jungle out here. I so long to get back to lovely sane Colorado, but i remain committed to this. But i cannot do it alone. I need real help. I once did a 49 day fast, but that was in the summer, in a house, with help. None of those things apply here. So are you with me, or are you an armchair believer who just wants to hang out and let others put their lives on the line? I know this is a rough email. What I am going through is rougher, and I am continuing. I want an honorable, truthful govt that does not war on peaceful people and profoundly beneficial plants, and literally all the earth. How can you help me? Thank you, and peace for all life.

Encounter with secret service

First, the very good news is that the shelter had a bed for me last night, and now that I’m registered, I can have that bed every night, as long as I’m there between 7 and 8, pref 7:30, which is doable because I’m at the library and catch the shelter bus. So that is a big relief. I have figured out some shelter. It’s far from where I need to be, but it’s a bed every night. I am so grateful. You have to be out by 7am and the library doesn’t open until 9:30, so today was a good day to get back to Lafayette Square and re-connect there. And that’s where I had the encounter with secret service. It’s the service they provide that’s secret, not themselves. They are very obvious on their uniforms. The big suits with the sunglasses, not so much, but they came later.

I was sitting on a park bench, minding my own business, with my “journey to peace for all life” sign around my neck, (the one the kids from the charter school in Arizona made for me on my original peace walk all those years ago), and bundled against the cold, when the first three showed up, in their ss uniforms. Friendly, pleasant, and also quite intrusive. They frisked me, patted me down, searched my bags, interrogated me for quite a while, and then called in the suits with the sunglasses, who asked me many of the same questions. Do I have any weapons? Have I ever been hospitalized or diagnosed with any mental disorder or illness? Do I ever have notions of doing harm, to myself or others? Am I for or against Obama? Many more. They kept asking about weapons. I kept telling them I am a person of peace, and carry no weapons. Do you have any knives? A kitchen knife, but it’s being stored in Maryland. They took my pic close up, got all my ID, insisted I give them my soc sec number, and wanted a friend’s number, so they could verify who I am. I remained calm and pleasant, as did they. I told them I’ve been writing to the pres, and they asked to see the letter. I showed it to them. I gave them my card, which they copied and then gave back. It was probably a 45 minute or so encounter. I am on a journey to peace for all life, and that includes everyone. Maybe I planted some seeds. Maybe one or more of them will actually go to my website and read the stories and updates. They told me my hope of speaking with the pres is hopeless, but that’s their world. In mine, I believe in miracles. How could I not, they happen so often. So I am still here, still fasting. The weather did warm up a bunch, which is a big relief. Still cold for me, but way better than it was. And that’s the way it is, Thursday October 22, 2015, on the eleventh day of a water-only fast for peace for all life, in the belly of the beast, some say.



Hi folks.  Please go the to learn more about the atrocities continually occurring to our sacred relations, the last wild and genetically intact bison, who live in Yellowstone Park, and are slaughtered yearly for no good reasons.  When the slaughter began in the 1870’s, the count went from 30 million bison down to less than 30.  This atrocity continues to this day.  One of many wars occurring to us all that must be acknowledged and stopped.  It’s one of the things I have written to President Obama to end.  Please spread the word, and thanks for caring!


Good morning all!  I did call Juliana yesterday, and yes I was welcome to come stay at her home last night.  She is a very lovely being, as is her family. I was able to get a bath, and slept on a very comfy futon for as long as I wanted.  I am still at her lovely home, able to connect to internet, and will even be able to get some letters printed.  So I am feeling quite refreshed, and the weather has warmed up a little as well, which is enormously helpful.  Thanks for caring!  Much love to all, and please do spread the word as far and wide as you can.  The only way this is going to work is if enough people put out the effort, call the President, insist he do these right and just things.  Peace for ALL life!

Latest letter to pres 10-19-2015

Dear President Obama, I am still out here, fasting on water only, and freezing beyond measure.   i am not going away, though this weather might kill me.  Is that your hope?  I will just go away and die?  Well I’m not going to.  I’ve been sending you long snail mail letters, and short emails, so hopefully by now you’ve read something of mine, but I will update you anyway.  This is the eighth day of a water-only fast for peace for all life. I have been spiritually called to do this, I began on October 12th, because columbus was a genocidal kidnapping murdering enslaver, not a hero, and certainly not a discoverer of anything.
and am planning to continue until we speak and these issues are adequately resolved, or I die from your lack of concern.
I am staying outside in the freezing cold, on a church bench that I am now told I can no longer use, and I simply cannot carry everything I need to survive and keep warm, and as you may know, here in DC they insist that you carry all your belongings with you everywhere, even if you are only going twenty feet.  I have a small build, five feet tall and 100 pounds, so this is not a fun day in the park for me.  I am asking for a meeting with you to discuss the many issues I have been writing to you about.  I am asking you to free Leonard Peltier.  Amnesty International also recognizes the injustice of his situation and also calls for his release.  I am calling on you to finally and completely legalize the very holy, sacred, and currently much maligned cannabis plant.  You are clearly aware that it’s the right thing to do, something that needed to be done as soon as you entered office seven years ago.  But you didn’t, so I guess you need a push, and I am here to provide that.  I am asking you to cede the Sacred Black Hills of South Dakota back to the rightful inheritors–Honor the 1868 Fort Laramie Treaty. I am asking you to acknowledge that we as a nation did not spring from nothing 200 years ago, creating a govt of freedom and justice for all, but are really born of over 500 years of genocidal enslaving warring, which to this day has not ended or ever been acknowledged.  Please, sir, be the hero the Nobel committee recognized you to be, and do these necessary and right things.  There is more, but your email system does not allow for much, so I will end it here.  I live in Colorado and I am here in DC to accomplish this very challenging task.  I ask for your help and participation.  Thank you.
Sincerely, Joyous Rainbow

March against Monsanto

What an auspicious day! October 16th, there’s something powerful about it for me. On this date in 1969, the New York Miracle Mets won the world series. I had been an avid fan that year, making scorecards for every game, keeping score, knowing all the players, many of whom I was in love with. It was a very fun year, culminating on this date, October 16th, 1969. They beat the Baltimore Orioles, 5 games to one. They were a hundred to one shot, and they beat the odds, overcame obstacles, came together as a team and won. It was such a fun year for me.

And then came the trading, and my heart broke. The management, in their infinite wisdom—you know-penny wise, pound foolish- instead of keeping that awesome team together to do it again next year, nope, they sold off many of their finest players, because they could make a lot of money for themselves. Buying and selling, and no consideration for anything beyond how to make more money. I was crushed, so crushed that I stopped watching and enjoying baseball. I’ll watch it if it’s on, but I won’t seek it. My love died a harsh death.

It was also on this date in 1986 that I had my extremely profound, life-changing aha chicken moment, when I first became aware of terribly violent abuses occurring to animals raised for food, and hence became completely vegan by january first, 1987. If you don’t know it already, you can read The Chicken Story right here on this blog! 🙂

So today a good bunch of us gathered right here in Lafayette Park, folks spoke for 45 minutes or so, then we walked on to several stops, including the epa and Monsanto, among others. We’d spend time at each place, and people would speak of their experiences, and of facts and figures, and truth, lies, and deceptions. I could hear very little of it. I did speak a little outside Monsanto. Not the whole thing, but some. Tomorrow the rally continues at the capitol from 12 to 4, and I hope and intend to say much more tomorrow.

As for me, it’s now the end of the fifth day of water-only, and I continue to be fine and dandy. For many hours today I walked and marched and stood, sitting when I could to be sensible, with lots of folks who know and care about the poisoning occurrin,. My back and I were not delighted to have the knapsack on for much of the day while walking, but I am fine, on the church bench outside, and there is music tonight, right across the street. Over just now. My energy has not sagged even a little, though I really wish I could be in my tent, out of the wind. Away from the noise and lights would be great, too. Oh well. I am grateful to be here.

More to write, met great folks, Donna and Juliana. I’ll tell you in the morning. My hands are cold and I am sleepy. And I have to pee, which is illegal. 11:08p

Good morning all! It’s Saturday morning, now 9:58a DC time, and I am back in the church so I can use my hands and write. It’s cold out there, so I need to stay bundled up, and about an hour ago I was about to come in here, but someone needed me to watch his things, and he takes some time to do whatever his needs are, so now I am here at ten am as the bells are ringing on time this hour. Sometimes it’s two minutes late, sometimes one, and right now it’s on time.

My energy remains excellent, and I have no residual pain or discomfort from the walk yest. It really isn’t much or any more than I’ve been doing most days anyway. Today the rally starts at noon at the Capitol.

I met more wonderful folks yesterday. I met Donna early, and she and I had a lovely rapport. I look forward to getting to know her more. She lives in Annapolis, and does come into DC, has a son who lives here in town, and she offered help and a place to stay if I want it. She was not coming back today, so I did not go stay with her last night.

We were told that St. Steven’s church on 16th and Newton had agreed to house the marchers last night, and the organizers said yes that was true, and yes I was welcome, though I had not officially registered. I thought it could be good, talking with more folks, sleeping inside and able to stretch out would be really helpful, but it was far away, about two miles down the road. Donna’s son ordered an UberTaxi for her, and they took me first to St. Stevens. So I went in, found a group of people doing a ceremony, got directed to a bathroom, then participated in the rest of the ceremony, which was about what we commit to do for the good of all. I spoke a bit about my calling and journey to peace for all life, and that it was the fifth day of a water only fasting prayer vigil for peace for all life. When it was over, several people came up and asked about what I’m doing, and shared their gratitudes with me.

Then they were all leaving, and it turned out I had come upon a whole other thing, and they had no idea about the rally to stop GMO’s, and no the church was not staying open, yes she would have been told. So I was going to have to find somewhere else to sleep, or walk two or more miles, which was not my first choice. I need to conserve energy, though it remains fabulous. So I asked a bunch of times if anyone had a car and could give me a ride, but no one responded, so I prepared to walk back. When I got outside, someone asked if I needed money for a taxi ride, which I had not even considered doing and didn’t have the funds to use on such luxury anyway, and she gave me $20.00. Thank you! Then right after that, I met another woman from that same group who was just getting to her car and asked if I needed a ride! She hadn’t heard me ask. I tried to find the other woman who had given me the 20 to tell her I no longer needed it, but she was gone, and I am grateful for the gift.

Juliana turned out to be wonderful, too. And I missed an opportunity. She offered her home to me as well, and I don’t know why I didn’t take it. Yes I do. Conserving resources. She was not planning to come back into the city Saturday (and I’m never sure if I might be imposing), so again I didn’t take the offer, and slept on the church bench. Juliana Barnet, Life in the liberated zone. An activist culture awareness initiative. And she has a book, Rainwood House Sings, A Social Justice Mystery. Print and e-book orders: I hope I get to spend some time and get to know her better. I enjoyed her energy very much, for what little time we had.

So again, lots of wonderful connections, and help when I need it. It’s 10:53a now. I will leave here in about a half hour, and find my way to the capitol building.

Which i did,ow back at library which is closing.  They did not let me speak.

updating the pres. 10-16-2015

Dear President Obama, This is the fourth day of my fasting prayer vigil for peace for all life, and I am doing this right across the street from your home, in Lafayette Park. I continue to ask for a meeting with you. I began on October 12th, what some call Columbus day and I see as a day of mourning and acknowledgement. I recognized a call to this peace walk/journey to peace for all life on your birthday, August 4th, 2001. While preparing to walk for peace, 9-11 happened, and I realized that I got the call a month earlier because my walk and journey are not about those events, but about 500 years of events that must be acknowledged to heal and move forward.  I am asking you to acknowledge that we are not in fact a nation born 200 years ago with liberty and justice for all, but in truth are formed from over 500 years of genocide, enslavement, and constant warring that has never ended. I am asking you to stop the war against cannabis and hir appreciators, and allow this holy sacred plant that gives us food, fuel, fibers, medicine, and is a teacher of peace to thrive and grow and help us all again. I ask you pardon Leonard Peltier, a native Lakota man whose release Amnesty International also advocates. He is ill, diabetic from the wonderful food in prison, and in seriously poor health. He was unjustly imprisoned 40 years ago by the US govt, and must be free to experience life and air and earth before he dies. Thanksgiving would be a perfect time for it. I ask you to acknowledge the atrocities of factory farming instead of the absurdity of pardoning turkeys at thanksgiving.  Declare the Yellowstone Bison a Protected National Treasure, honor the 1868 Treaty-Black Hills back to indigenous. No pipelines. Much more, sir. Please care.  I continue to request a meeting with you to discuss these urgent matters that can no longer be ignored. I ask you to stand up to Monsanto, and stop genetic mutilation and lies about our foods. There is a rally and march here tomorrow. Please stand with us.  So much more, sir. Thanks for your time. Please meet with me. In Peace, Joyous Rainbow

All continues well

Hello all.  Today is Wednesday October 14th, 2015, the third day of my fasting prayer vigil for peace for all life, and I feel really excellent.  I have plenty of energy, my mood is joyous :-),  I have amazing help when I need it, and more.  I have lightened my load radically, and I feel really good about it.   I am now only carrying my camelpak knapsack, not the big backpack, and not too much in the pack, either (though of course it is stuffed to the brim!).  It is light and easy to manage, which will help in days to come.  I went back to Roberta’s home yest to drop off most of what I was carrying, and watch the debate.   Roberta has become my fairy godmother here.  I stayed with her and her family for a few days , and she is allowing me to store things in her home, she made awesome prayer flag type signs for me,  she has driven me to and from the train station so I can get to DC several times now, and much more.  I am so grateful to her and her family, who have welcomed me completely.  Please send her and her entire family positive prayers, some of her relatives are in serious need of healing prayers.

So thanks for being here and keeping up with this journey to peace for all life.  I am writing this from the Martin Luther King Jr library on 10th and G in the heart of DC.  I am learning my way around slowly but surely, and am meeting many wonderful and inspiring people.  I hope to meet President Obama one of these days! 🙂  I do believe in miracles.  They happen all the time, and why not?  The time for positive change is now.  We are all the catalysts for those changes.  What we support is what thrives.  May all live in peace, and share that joyful peace with all the world.  Much love.

Fasting for peace in DC

Hello all my relations!  The time is finally here, so i am in Lafayette Square Park, directly facing the White House, and I have begun the fast.  I am allowed to be here, as long as i am not sleeping or camping.  I am not allowed to have a sleeping bag spread out, so i will sleep sitting up tonight, and tomorrow apply for the permit, which is highly unlikely to be given, but i am here, and i will continue to be here or somewhere here, until our president acknowledges our true heritage of 500 ongoing years of genocidal, enslaving, warring  abominations that continue to this day.  I am praying for the president to finally free Leonard Peltier, to protect the last of the truly wild and genetically intact bison.  I am praying for President Obama to finally end the horrific warring against the sacred cannabis plant, and allow those many gifts back into our world.  I am asking for much more, and you can read that in other places here.

I just want you to know that i am safe, and am doing what i can to manifest a peace and abundance oriented world.  Thank you to everyone who supports me and this quest for peace for all life.

I hope this publishes.  Please do leave a comment if you are willing.  Many thanks, Joyous Rainbow cat 🙂


emailed letter to President Obama

Dear President Obama, I am about to undertake a water-only fast at Lafayette Park, across from The White House, beginning October 12, 2015, to talk about how we can get to peace for all. I am asking to meet with you before I begin on October 12. I want you to acknowledge the original genocider- Columbus , and the 500 ongoing years of genocide he began. We must tell the truth. Make Oct. 12 a day of acknowledgement, teaching, truth-telling, wisdom-sharing, and healing. Call it Indigenous Day.

I am asking you to give clemency to Leonard Peltier. Release him now, let him breathe real air, see the sky, feel the earth, and experience what’s left of the life that was stolen from him.

I am asking you to designate the Yellowstone Bison as “a Protected National Treasure”, no longer to be injured or destroyed.

Mr. President, the cannabis plant is a sacred plant teacher of peace and abundance. It is also the very best biomass fuel on this planet. It gives us food, fuel, clothing, shelter, and healing medicine. It a true sharer of peace. This violent war against peaceful people and beneficial plants must end now.

I am asking you to honor the Treaty of 1868, which gives clear and forever ownership of the Sacred Black Hills to the Lakota et al. It is a sacred land. The US Govt must honor the treaty.

The pipelines are death incarnate. Consider our world seven generations from now, if you do not stop this travesty. The pipeline will not remain intact forever. It will leak and poison the literally essential life-giving aquifers, and much of life on earth will die.   You can and must stop it this travesty.

Fracking poisons and destroys our world daily.  Nuclear plants are also deadly forever.   Institute a real energy initiative. Renewable fuels, wind, solar, geothermal, biomass. Of by and for life on earth.

The nobel committee recognized your intrinsic call to be a peacemaker. Please use that ability to do these right and good things now, and be the hero you are meant to be.

There are many more issues I need to discuss. We can manifest a peace and abundance oriented world, and I hope to have your participation.

Much love and gratitude to you. I am sorry to make your very hard job harder, but these are critical things that must be addressed. Thank you.


Joyous Rainbow, peace advocate

Joyous Rainbow, PO Box 971, Paonia, CO 81428-0971     970-985-0164;;