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 29, 2009 11:03AM

Half a Century of Stuck Energy

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smiling buddha

Chapter 29

from my [in progress] autobiography: "Don't Fill Up on the Antipasta."

 

Golf is the epitome of stuckness. The lower the score the greater stuck the player until all human movement has ceased and a veritable machine is hitting the ball. The same for any sports or disciplines which require perfecting and refining repeated form and movement in order to achieve a goal. On the other side of this equation lay modern dance. On the highest levels the stuckness of classic ballet movements when use improvisationally are viewed as a liberation of movement but mainly in the transitions. The higher liberation comes from complete freedom of any repeated movements which might only be found publicly performed in the more avante-garde dance clubs of multi-cultural centures like like Nickie's San Francisco. In fact, that is where the notion of truly liberated movement came to me. I found it odd that only a few blocks away from the short Haight, Fillmore an Webster zone the few dance clubs which existed could be typed according to some definite Street styles like: Hip-Hop, Popping and Krump, and Swing styles like: Lindy Hop and Rock'n'Roll, and Jive, and dozens of long established folk dancing styles.

Schools of freestyle movements have been around for a while in the theater arts for many years to help students become more acquainted with their own bodies and exploration techniques useful for certain acting methods. I think the thing some people loved most about Nickie's was that it was a place where one could practice similar freestyle dancing movements in a public venue without inhibition and with the possibility of engaging or combining with partners, if only for a minute or so, while exploring and exchanging dance movement ideas quietly. Such an experience actually resulted in my finding a lifelong partner.

Along the pathway of dance I began to notice my own stuckness which was stiffness. For most of my life I kept moving in the same ways rarely altering my familiar bodily movements. Everything from lifting a fork to easing myself into bed late at night gently to avoid disturbing a sleeping wife characterized a kind of similarity of movement. In the youthful years my stuckness went unnoticed. In college I remember my fencing instructor telling me how stiff I was. Having engaged in the rigid and formalized movements Martial Arts achieving flexibility became more of a painful experience and so for many years I refused to stretch or alter my movements very much. Whenever I did I would suffer the usual sprains, strains, pulls and aches.

One day at a flea marked I bought a handful of used VHS videos. Two years later before giving them away I decided to view one by a health instructor named Jamie Brinkus on Stretching. I was amazed at what I found. In fifteen minutes he demonstrated an upper and lower routine which I have used ever since. Although these stretches are repeated daily what I learned was that in stretching I would be exploring new movements with beneficial results. I now understand when I am becoming stuck and know that a stuck body transfers into a stuck mind, and vice versa. With expanded awareness today to liberate my own bodily movements I am ever seeing new ways to move. The cells of the body seem to respond well to the new movements as their shapes are elongated allowing for greater transfer of nutrients and toxins to occur I am told. I feel more energized. My breathing and over all condition is steadily improving. At 59 I feel I have become much younger physically.

As an interesting aside, during these few years since taking on this new approach images of classic art would pop into my head. Here are a few of them. I wonder if these interesting poses tell us that those who commissioned them knew something vital about human movement.

I have decided to coin my study "Movement Altering Practices", or MAP. I hope you enjoy the pictures and feel inspired to dance, stretch and create new movements to break stuck energy inna you life.


donatelloGreat pull on the lats.nightGood shoulder move.laocoonNice pull on the quads.discusCalfs working here.

egyptianTry this one and feel the gentle pull on the neck, waist and legs.

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These are great. If I could manage that shoulder move I would be so, so happy right about now.
I highly recommend tai chi.