Tuesday, 08. June 2010

Well, what can I tell you about Crazy FullMoon Eagle. For one thing, this is my legal name. So, when you contact me, don't go asking me what my real name is. It is the name that was given to me by the elders on one of the reservations in Montana back in 1988. I had everything changed within a month to correspond with my new name, which stands for my Life's Experiences; compared to what happens at birth for a Native American. If you get to know me, you will  eventually hear the story of how the name came to be.

I have lived all along the mountain range and Midwest most of my life and usually prefer the higher altitude states; Colorado, New Mexico, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, North and South Dakota. I have traveled all over the country in my lifetime, riding trains, trucks, cars and even a couple of small planes. (Due to a recent injury, I do not think north is where I will go anymore. I think I will be heading for warmer climates once I start to roam).

I am multiple handicapped, though you have to look hard to find it. I have worked on farms for many years, doing just about any kind of farm work you can think of. I have operated almost all kinds of equipment on the farm and in the field. As such, accidents happen. Then there came the motorcycles. Just as I was learning how to overcome one set of disabilities, along comes another. And another. Man and his machines.

Anyway. that is a short capsule of me. I have a yahoo profile with some other info at: Crazy's Profile  Use your back button to return here after you check it out. There are a lot of friends photos in the photo album located there that I have collected over the years of traveling.

Here is a link to my so-called medical page. Crazy's Medical Info Page. It had a lot of info on me, but I had to wipe it clean when I found out that I was being monitored by Government agencies because of my ex and her antics.

Just because I believe in protecting Mother Earth and following in the ways of the elders and believe in the spirits and souls that guide us, I have to be ridiculed by my own. And they wonder why I want to go back to the reservation to get away from all this bullshit.

At least they aren't killing children every day, shooting police officers, car jacking each other and the damn drugs. St. Louis is so much a war zone, that I just want to get away from here. Anyplace with mountains and streams has to be better than a couple million people stealing from and killing each other just because they are there. That's what it has been like the whole 6 years I have been here in Missouri, (pronounced MISERY).

Enough of that. If you need to know more, email me. Thanks for checking out my site. I hope you enjoy browsing around. I just bought an audio program and am just getting used to using it on the front page.

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