mea culpa

Hello everyone. I am attempting to communicate, though I have been the most remiss person in the history of the ages. I wrote some letters to President Obama recently. I hope you read those before this.
I am deeply and profoundly sorry for being so unable to get out of my own foolishness and speak up and out again and again. I get confounded, and become incapable of functioning, of communicating, of accomplishing almost anything. I was called to do something so special, and I did do that–the peace walk and journey to peace for all life–but though the journey continues, I have clearly not been as actively communicating as I have felt such a need to be. I stop myself, and I go away. And now, at least in part because I have been unable to communicate my joyful aquarian hopes dreams and visions of a vibrant, healthy, peace-oriented world of compassion and abundance for all life, we are about to have a frightening pathological dangerous liar as the head of the usa. In the world where even dogs have blogs, I am confounded by my continuing inability to communicate. Sorry does not begin to describe how I feel, but I am going to attempt to remain somehow in communication. I now have internet and electricity. Figuring out the website and blog are more than daunting to me, but I hope to be able to figure that out as well. So now let’s see if I can get this post onto the website without many more hours of confounding challenges. Pray for peace for all life, and choose only peaceful ways and means. Thank you all.

Big changes

This update is long overdue, but I needed to sort out some things first. I wound up in the hospital last Thursday, because I exerted myself more than my body could easily handle, and was unable to easily recover. All I actually needed to do was to lie down for a bit, but I was at a women’s day shelter at the time, and since rules are worth more than people, there was no one in the place willing to allow me to lay on a floor for bit. I had to remain sitting up, and then they walked me out, which was when I vomited water and a bit of yellow bile from the over-exertion. Even though I was outside in their courtyard, and most of the staff was leaving, still I was not allowed to lie down anywhere, not on a bench and not on the ground. That was all I needed, but rules are rules and the simple needs of people clearly do not count.
They knew I was fasting, and that I am an experienced faster and know the simple need to rest, but since they are not familiar with fasting, they did not understand the simple need I had, to simply rest on the ground for a short while. I would have had at least three and a half more hours of exertion before I would be able to lie down, so that was how they convinced me to let them call the paramedics for me. “Joyous, if you let us call them for you, they will let you lie down.” And once that happened, they took me to a (wonderful) hospital, put some fluids into me, and did blood work, which of course showed that my numbers were off because I was fasting. They told me they wanted to keep me overnight, and I agreed. Once I was there, the fast could not continue, since my blood numbers would not get back to normal until I ate, so I decided to break the fast and re-consider what I was doing, what my reasons and goals were, and how I could continue.
I got out Saturday, Roberta drove all the way into town (really challenging for her but she did it for me), and we went back to her home to re-group. I felt sad, frustrated, and quite disappointed that I was not able to maintain the fasting prayer vigil for peace for all life, and thought I was heading back to Colorado, but then I realized that this prayer vigil for peace does not necessarily have to be a fasting vigil (though fasting does make more of an impact), it can still be a prayer vigil, and then my world lightened up again. I didn’t need to quit what I was doing, I only had to stop the fasting portion of it. I can still do a prayer vigil at the White House, or wherever I happen to be. I just needed to figure out where to be at night. The women’s shelter where I had a bed at night was not a viable place to be, and they had given away the bed anyway.
I had been thinking about Juliana (and the serendipity that brought us together), and her offer to let me use her couch when I needed to, so I called, went over and had a good talk with her, and yes I could stay there. I looked in her back yard and asked if I could put up my tent, which would be truly fabulous for me. She said it gets quite swampy out there if it rains a whole lot, but we could put down some pallets if it became necessary. They had their family conference and the three of them agreed to allow me to stay for the duration of this vigil, which I intend to now continue through Thanksgiving. I can use the house as I need to, come inside if it gets too cold, kitchen and bathroom are available, and I can have my own space, do what I need, and go into town (a simple 45 minute bus ride every day) and do the vigil. I do not yet have permission to set up a chair and my banners in Lafayette Park, but that is next, now that I will have a safe and sensible place to be at night. My higher hope is that I can just stay at Lafayette Park day and night in a lounge chair and bundled against the cold, as a continuous prayer vigil, but I am told that will never happen. I will put it into the application, but I will accept daytime only if that is what makes it feasible.
So today Roberta will be driving me and all the things I brought, hoping to use; and now I will be able to. Yay, I get to stay in my tent at night, and advocate for true peace for all life during the day. I know I won’t be able to keep my tent up at Lafayette Park, since whichever law enforcement breaks down anything left unattended, even for five minutes for a bathroom break. The rules are that I must be within three feet of my event and all my things at all times, or it’s null and void, and they will break it down and not allow it back up again. All these lovely wonderful rules, clearly made for the betterment of society and all it’s participants. Just in case you didn’t get it, that was sarcasm . And so the adventure continues.

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.


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.

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;;