Danno.

About me:

I'm looking for Musicians,other Fellow Native Americans,Paranormal enthusiast to correspond with. Other than that, not much to say about me. I'm a carpenter by day, and a musician by night. I have my recording projects going on at the moment(Always recording some idea), so between that and the day job I stay pretty busy. I'm also an avid fan of the Martial Arts, Having practiced the art of Judo since I was eleven. Also I've been a student of the Filipino art of Stick Fighting called Arnis. Helps keep me in Shape. More recently I've taken up spirit photography, (Although I've studied the paranomal since my teens) And visiting local haunted sites with my trusty sidekick. Having had some interesting encounters, We will be documenting them for a future endeavor. I respect anothers Religion, As I don't cram mine down other peoples throats.Sometimes I am a collector of data, and only a collector, and am likely to be gross and miserly, piling up notes, pleased with merely numerically adding to my stores. Other times I have joys, when unexpectedly coming upon an outrageous story that may not be altogether a lie, or upon a macabre little thing that may make some reviewer of my more or less good works mad. But always there is present a feeling of unexplained relations of events that I note, and it is this far-away, haunting, or often taunting, awareness, or suspicion, that keeps me pushing on. I now have a theory that our existence, as a whole, is an organism that is very old--a globular thing within a starry shell, afloat in a super-existence in which there may be countless other organisms--and that we, as cells in its composition, partake of, and are ruled by, its permeating senility. The theologians have recognized that the ideal is the imitation of God. If we be a part of such an organic thing, this thing is God to us, as I am God to the cells that compose me. When I see myself, and cats, and dogs losing irregularities of conduct and approaching the irreproachable, with advancing age, I see that what is ennobling us is senility. I conclude that the virtues, the austerities, the proprieties are ideal in our existence, because they are imitations of the state of a whole existence, which is very old, good, and beyond reproach. The ideal state is meekness, or humility, or the semi-invalid state of the old. Year after year I am becoming nobler and nobler. If I can live to be decrepit enough, I shall be a saint. Many Blessings!