Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather

Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather
Location
Schoharie County, New York, USA
Birthday
April 03
Title
Owner
Company
Three Barn Farm
Bio
I come from a long line of soothsayers dating back to Roman times known as "Segreto", which means "secret adviser". Salah El-Din Al-Ayubi, "Saladino", (1169-1250), a Trebuchet armed Arab General (cf.: "The Kingdom of Heaven" -the movie) contributed the genes through Grandma Nelli. Life has been interesting. I lived and studied in a Franciscan cult at the estate of Hamilton Fish in Garrison on the Hudson. The Cappuchins practiced an unnatural view of God and sex. They threw me out as soon as they realized I liked girls more than Herman Hesse, or certain men in dresses. Before "bells" came in, I attended the subway institute of dance in New York City until I traded the greaser life for a rubber finger at the US Trust Company, 45 Wall where bankers trade heavily in the tight colorful sweaters which encircle the massive breasts of seductively submissive receptionists. I volunteered for Vietnam and returned from my fog of war shrugging my shoulders like Robert Strange Mac Namarra with ..."Alright, we made some mistakes". Compelled to discover why all the killing, I hyper-focused on Dante and Jesus. In Italy a blinding revelation came to me while in ecstasy in Gubbio during an annual event, "Son you're in depression just go ahead and kill yourself." I'm still here thanks to San Steffano. Another voice came through –"Do that and you will be immersed in papal dung up to your balls listening to your uncle's Kingston Trio albums over and over again for the rest of eternity. I quickly repented and decided to limit myself to a strict regimen of lust and cute goddess face worship hoping to move up a chasm circle. I learned to discern the meaning of academic reliability in all fields except personal finance and human psychology. After graduation, I began my artistic pursuits in welded sculpture in a dismal basement warehouse studio next to a chemicals lab and got burned selling absolutely nothing while amassing thousands of pounds of rusting truck parts. I soon became a tradesman, and eventually became regarded as a skilled artisan in ceramic tile and marble with over two thousand hand crafted projects and the van your father warned you about. Syracuse, Walnut Creek and Berkeley were my playgrounds. Along my path I learned that God is Love, Life, and Truth; One. Could be your one. Could be my one. Could be any body's one. So long as God remains One. Double or triple Gods have difficulty parenting me. They argue. I believe that the Anointed One of Israel, Yeshua, Jesus, is the incarnation of love, life and truth. I believe his death saved me and the revelation of this truth came when I wholeheartedly repented, like Scrooge, of my lost and sinful life. I soon began to experience God's miraculous presence and grace toward me. Been there ever since. While a tradesman in 1989, I was formally ordained by invitation of the United Evangelistic Fellowship, Concord California, while ministering in the prison community in Northern California. Due to the repressed, emotional trauma of severe combat experiences in Viet Nam, the recession of the mid 90's, and being a nice guy, I was incapable of adjusting to the complexities and instabilities of consumer oriented society. I suffered a divorce in 1997. Dissed by family and friends I lived aboard "Mama Mia", my 28' Pearson Triton, and "Emily" , my 35' wooden sloop built in Gossport England in 1946, for the next seven years in San Francisco Bay Area Marinas. There I wrote, rehearsed, prayed and degenerated painfully slowly. I found healing through a combat veteran's recovery group processing deeply buried feelings caused by repressing unspeakable atrocities. I remain open and willing to reconcile with family and friends wherever, and whenever possible. Today, I work at what I love and do best developing my household, music, mosaics and oil painting. I study more and live peacefully with my wife, Denise, a fused glass artist living in our twenty acre mountain farm in Upstate New York. Our friends and tenants are kind, generous, gracious and love one another deeply. They are a gift, and a beacon of peace and the first fruits of a good life. I support any person willing to stand up and speak in an uninhibited sincere voice. I work at being positive, and facilitate workshops in communication education and oil painting promoting creative interdependent interaction among people of all races, creeds, and cultures. Performance art in down-tempo, urban, blues/rock guitar improvisation, and other disciplines are my vehicles for self expression, social interaction, and community enrichment. At the Hotel Utah in San Francisco between 1997 and 2004 I gave over seven hundred consecutive solo performances and scores of ensembles with young upstarts and old timers. Watched new trends, friendships and leaders develop playing a part somewhere in the mix. Lee Mallory, a close friend and noted influence of the late sixties sound, once said, "I guess I'm just a love child". I think that is the best way to describe my associates then and now. My life with all it's trials, struggles and hardships has been a wonder and a blessing. I am happy to be here. I expect I will be even happier to return when my Blessed Lord calls. My web estate, "The Naked Underground", is located at http://jeseppi.blogspot.com/.

JANUARY 23, 2009 8:49PM

My Friend

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 A  gay hairdresser dying of AIDS was cared for by his devoted customer and friend up until the very last. The customer was a dear friend of mine and when I heard her story I felt inspired to write this. Have performed it numerous times.

Caring

My Friend 

you have always cared for me
always looking out after my hide
my friend
you are always there for me
nothing could keep you from my side
my friend

there has never been another
so faithful or so true
there has never been another
friend like you

you have always heard my cry
in the night when the day is done
my friend
i see you in my mournings
you are like the warm glow of the son
my friend

there could never be another
who could do the things you do
there will never be another friend like you

golden calves
are playing all around us
inviting us to covet all we see
as everything we touch just
turns to powder
there is nothin like the friend
you are to me

wonder why i waited
so long to tell you how i care
or why i hesitated
to sing these words
to a friend so rare

even when i turn from you
in your pain you still hold me so high
my friend
forgiving me for all i’ve done
saying there’s no need to cry
my friend

in the moments or in waning hours
i’ll be there to help you make it through
there will never be
another friend like you

 

Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather © 5/29/96
 

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We often wait until it's almost too late to speak our feelings to friends. This is a fine painting of friendship.