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/.
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Lonnie, you are now
poised and ready for your next
right of
passage –
perso…”
August 10, 2009 11:17PM - “On getting closer to the
core issues I mentioned
earlier
let's consider being
pro…”
May 14, 2009 09:04AM - “No wonder. Our sexuality
is at the core of who we
are.
Partner assisted sex is
in…”
May 14, 2009 12:20AM - “those who worship the
earth
eventually come to
thorns and thistles
but
the wise who…”
May 03, 2009 11:10AM - “Well, glory be! Social
Darwinism or social leveling
... what
shall it be? The
fri…”
April 01, 2009 10:02PM
Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather's Links
Half a Century of Stuck Energy

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… Read full post »
The Poor
Feeding Fickle Fools

Chapter 22
from my [in progress] autobiography: "Don't Fill Up on the Antipasta."
I live in Jeffersonian America where many people own acres 0f land, edible livestock and ennobling natural wealth worth preserving. Traditions of independence are maintained through high moral standards, a… Read full post »
My Friend
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.

My Friend
you… Read full post »
French Wines Under the Feet

some people drink the grape
some stomp
while others live in the chilly cob webbed cellars
in which the grapes maturesour sweet or bitterall together ... a humorous vignette ...
A One Act Socio-Political Comedy
Hard Cold Heart

In 1995 I wrote a song which I continued to perform until 2004. I felt inspired to write this after attending a four day interactive sensitivity workshop called "Momentus". This was a derivative of EST directed by Dan Tochinni in Santa Rosa California. Some things opened up for me… Read full post »
When Men Lose Control of Themselves [Revised]

From my vantage point:
Recently I began to understand why many people feel shocked and offended by something as wonderful as human sexuality when manifested irreverently. I have often heard: "She loves to show her gorgeous body and has nothing to be… Read full post »
Climbed Down from My High Chair at Fifty Eight

I passed through a series of hard and pressing events from concentrated to fresh squeezed. I like a lot of pulp in my happy orange juice life! Under my bib, clenching my soft rubber coated spoon I sat noisily in my disorders. The gnawing combination of discomfort, unappetizing foods, and…
The Alpha Null

From, "Don't fill Up On the
Antipasta", a pending title for my autobiography.
Chapter I. The Allpha Nul (Unedited)
Interpersonal Dynamics : Juniors and Heavies

There is certainly more to interpersonal dynamics than power exchanges between doms and subs. Nevertheless, here are a few notes of mine when viewed from the perspective of heavy junior relationships:
1.… Read full post »
The Smack

From, "Don't fill Up On the
Antipasta", a pending title for my autobiography.
Chapter II. Smack (unedited)
My mother smacked me on the ass when I was a baby and the bishop smacked me on the face when I became a… Read full post »
Shot in the Back in Oakland by "We the People"

Is it premeditated murder in the first degree when a trained officer while under no threat to his own person and clearly out of harm's way, from a tranquil and calm stance takes aim and discharges a bullet into the body of a person while being restrained face… Read full post »
Long Gone

Mr President,
It is time to say goodbye.
The following are two statements you made while in office that, in
my opinion, you will be best remembered.
"You know, one of the hardest parts of my job is to connect Iraq to the war on terror."
CBS News, Washington DC, 6
… Read full post »
My Life in 100

was born in a section of jewish brooklyn
my mother and father were both sicilian
they raised me and grazed me on pasta and wine
and whipped my poor ass when it got out of line
we moved to a place where the irish man ruled
the beatings continued each day… Read full post »
The Sayings of Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather

life transcends feelings
*****
love, life and truth
is the natural instinct of higher life forms
hatred, death and lies
is of the lower
*****
blessings are a function of the body
more than the mouth
unless you are God
or you have the authority
to speak them into existence
*****
the sun is alive
th… Read full post »
Taliban Viagara CIA Apollo
ouch!!!!The Taliban "knows how to nasty" in the hills of Kabul and in caves and where they roost singing songs of romance in their Talibanish sort of way. Cool music ... good beat ... explosions and macho macho men posing to be warriors ... they had it all in their… Read full post »
The Naked Underground Defined by the Author
naked underground is a place
where inspiration revelation and resistance
ebb and flow to create… Read full post »

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