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Hannah Hurnard’s “Hind’s Feet on High Places” audiobook video series

hind'a feet on high places

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A set of videos in Tribute to the writing of Hannah Hurnard, “Hind’s Feet on High Places” to Art of Breezy Kiefair i just put music and art to a book that has been a favorite since childhood… my mother used to read me that book…. call it a tribute to her and an introduction of the book to an audience that may otherwise remain unaware of it. I recommend it for anyone with anxiety or PTSD

Preface to the allegory

The Preface chapter  to Art of Breezy Kiefair and the Music of Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Preface to the allegory

info on the book: “Hinds’ Feet on High Places” From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hinds’ Feet on High Places

Hinds’ Feet on High Places
Author(s) Hannah Hurnard
Country United Kingdom
Language English
Genre(s) Christian
Publisher Christian Literature Crusade
Publication date 1955
Media type Print (Hardback &Paperback)
Pages 158 pp.
ISBN ISBN 0 86065 192 4

Hinds’ Feet on High Places is an allegorical novel by English author Hannah HurnardHinds’ Feet was written in 1955 and has become a very successful work of Christian fiction, seeing new editions published as recently as July, 2005.

Plot introduction[edit]

It is the story of a young woman named Much Afraid, and her journey away from her Fearing family and into the High Places of the Shepherd, guided by her two companions Sorrow and Suffering. It is an allegory of a Christian devotional life from salvation through maturity. It aims to show how a Christian is transformed from unbeliever to immature believer to mature believer, who walks daily with God as easily on the High Places of Joy in the spirit as in the daily life of mundane and often humiliating tasks that may cause Christians to lose perspective.

The book takes its title from Habakkuk 3:19, “The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places.”

The story begins in the Valley of Humiliation with Much Afraid, being beset by the unwanted advances of her cousin, Craven Fear, who wishes to marry her. The Family of Fearings seems to have some strong similarities to the Addams Family. Much Afraid is ugly from all outward appearances, walking on club feet, sporting gnarled, deformed hands, and speaking from a crooked mouth that seems to have been made so by a stroke or the like.

The Good Shepherd is tender and gentle with Much Afraid, especially in the beginning. However, His many sudden departures may strike the reader as bizarre, given the human penchant to expect kindly souls to never do everything that may be interpreted as rude or as hurtful in any way. Yet, though the Shepherd leaves in a moment, He returns the same way at the first furtive cry of the forlorn little protagonist. “Come, Shepherd, for I am much afraid!”

When Much Afraid intimates that she would love to be able to dance upon the high places as do the surefooted deer, the Shepherd commends her for this desire. In order to accomplish this, he offers to “plant the seed of love” into her heart. At first sight of the long, black hawthorne-looking seed, she shrieks in fear. Soon, she relents, and after the initial intense pain, she senses that something is indeed different in her, though she still looks the same, for now.

Just when the reader thinks that Much Afraid is about to reach the High Places, the path turns downward towards a seemingly endless desert. There is incident with an extremely high cliff that must be ascended by a steep, slippery and very narrow zig-zagging track, with the help of her two companions, Sorrow and Suffering. Then days are spent in a forest that is shrouded in a thick cloud of fog. During this time Much Afraid is sequestered with her two friends in a log cabin. The climax is an unexpected twist that comes as Much Afraid despairs of ever reaching the High Places.

Allusions/references to other works[edit|edit source]

The book bears some stylistic similarities to John Bunyan‘s The Pilgrim’s Progress. The name of the protagonist, Much-Afraid, also appears first in Bunyan’s work.


Bosman, Ellen. “Hind’s Feet on High Places” in Masterplots II: Christian Literature. Pasadena, CA: Salem Press, 2007: 779-782. Bezzina, Christopher Felix. ‘Journey to the High Places. Hannah Hurnard’s Spirituality and the Song of Songs.’

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Atmos Rx Vaporizer Review and Dixie Med-A-Mints vs. Growing Kitchen’s Chill Pills

Atmos Rx Vaporizer Review &

Dixie Med-A-Mints vs.

Growing Kitchen’s Chill Pills


Review: 5 of 10 Medicinal Leaves Awarded


These mints are of very low impact on the medicinal value scale. The first ingredients are xylitol and sorbitol making them a low sugar medicated treat suitable for diabetics. There is also an organic blend of peppermint leaf, holy basil, chamomile, lemon balm, and catnip that is ahead of cannabis oil in the ingredients list. Other ingredients include conjugated linoleic acid, organic vanilla bean powder, organic vanilla extract and natural peppermint oil. Each mint offers “approx. 10mg active cannabinoids”

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information on Dixie Elixirs / med-a-mints

about Dixie Elixirs


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Dixie Elixirs & Edibles™ has been providing alternative medicated relief for patients in Colorado since 2009. Our THC-infused products are sold only through licensed medical marijuana centers in Colorado in compliance with CO HB 1284. Dixie products provide the strength, taste and discretion desired by MMJ patients. Find out more at

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Dixie Elixirs & Edibles™ is the premier THC-infused medicinal beverage and medicated edibles company. Based in Denver, Colorado, Dixie makes a delicious selection of medicated beverages and food items. Dixie Elixirs & Edibles™ are only available through licensed MMCs in the state of Colorado.

In April of 2012, Dixie Elixirs & Edibles became part of Medical Marijuana Inc.

Phone (866) 928-1623

med a mints product page:

Dixie Med-a-mints
MED•a•mints are cannabis infused mints that alkalize, detoxify and nourish your body. MED•a•mints are made of a synergistic blend of organic herbs and spices like vanilla, green tea, tulsi, nettles, catnip, cinnamon, ginger, cardamom and peppermint. These pure ingredients are blended with premium Cannabis strains for either daytime or night time use. MED•a•mints are perfect for patients who are serious about their medicine.
Med a mints independent websites:

previous reviews of dixie elixirs products:


The Growing Kitchen Chill Pills

9 of 10 Medicinal Leaves Awarded


Both the Sublime Sativa Spearmint Chill Pills and the Heavenly Honey Lemon Indica Chill pills pack a medication punch that you would not expect for the  size. 10 mg of  active THC per pill and a variable amount of active CBD that is tested and listed on each tin’s batch (varying from 2.5 mg to around 10 mg ). The ingredient list for these treats indicates they are higher in sugar and diabetics may wish to watch their sugar levels on thes…. Ingredients are: pure cane sugar, filtered water, light corn syrup, natural flavoring, and cannabis.

They could use a bit of work on the flavor of the honey lemon chill pills… they remind me of how PLEDGE cleaner smells, but are still palatable. These mints earn a 9 of 10 for their medicinal value.

The Sublime Spearmint Sativa variety is very tasty.

These mints are not meant for severe pain. I have been using them when I am out and about and cannot toke to treat the pain until I can get home and toke. They are excellent for trips to the grocery store or anywhere that you may wish to medicate discretely so you can finish your tasks.

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information on The Growing Kitchen


The Growing Kitchen produces the finest MMJ infused Edibles, Apothecary, and Concentrate products. We do so with only the finest all-natural ingredients while promoting a safe, healthy, and sustainable environment for patients and our community.


Phone 303-578-8454

previous reviews for the growing kitchen


Atmos RX Vaporizer with Dry Herb Kit

9 of 10 medicinal leaves awarded

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A patron got this vaporizer for me to help deal with the difficulties of living with roomates who are not as into the herbal life as myself. I adore it. I tend to use high quality cold water extraction hash (bubble hash) in the dry herb chamber. I do not have a good opinion of the prefilled chambers that are available for this vaporizer, but it is great for indoor use. Leaves little smell.

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Have you noticed the art of

Right now The Art of Breezy Kiefair is offering signed, framed, 8.5×11 prints. for $15 plus $6 shipping…. just go to the link below, find a piece of art you love, and email a link of the piece you want printed to along with the address you would like it shipped to. I will reply with a link where you can make the payment. Show your appreciation for all the work done on Kiefair.comReefer Gurl, and Gardening Tips for the Medically Damned by buying a bit of art created by Breezy Kiefair. Have a blessed day.

Please also be sure to play the name game on facebook:

Are you a fan of Breezy Kiefair‘s artwork? Well its time again for the fans of The Art of Breezy Kiefair and Kiefair.comto play “title the image” game….here is your task… visit my art page and find images that do not yet have a title or a quote attached to them. Comment below that image with your title or quote suggestion. If i select your selected title or quote, you will be acknowledged in the image description and be tagged in the image. Plus you get to be secure in the knowledge that you titled a work of art and will forever be a part of that piece’s impact on the viewer. Happy commenting and have a blessed day!

here’s what you do:
1: visit click “like”

2. start viewing my art images. please comment and suggest titles on your favorite breezy images.

3. When the event ends, on
February 14, 2012 at 11:59 MST (UTC-7)
I will update the images with new titles & move them to a new album for all to enjoy. I will link names of title authors to the images…


For all my gifts with words, I am not great at titling my own work. Plus, I want you guys to title my pieces to but a good vibe blessing on them… comment titles on any pieces you like. I’m creating an eBay store to market the images & make some scratch. Your opinion counts!

Blessings & respect
Breedheen O’Rilley Keefer
AKA Breezy Kiefair
on youtube
art “like” page on FB

~ Do all that you can to cultivate peace within yourself, that it might
shine out from you, and plant the seed of peace in other spirits, for them
to cultivate.~

{Remember… it is when we choose act on the issues that are in front of
our faces, when we choose to get involved instead of looking the other way
as our fellow man struggles, when we choose to take those small simple
little actions, working on righting little wrongs in our everyday lives that
really make change happen, those seemingly small actions are what really
make the world a better place and are a catalyst for greater social change.}
~Both quotes by Breedheen “Bree” O’Rilley Keefer~

Link to pay for art? click here )

The images from The Art of Breezy Kiefair are meant to be shared. I don’t even mind if folks print them. If you want something printed, signed and shipped by me please let me know… Please also feel free to tag yourself and any of your friends who appreciate art tags. The art is my gift to you.

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A Heart Filled with love is like a phoenix that no cage can imprison ~Rumi

A Heart Filled with love is like a phoenix that no cage can imprison ~Rumi

You Can't see my pain with your eyes. The only thing that relieves my pain is Cannabis! You could never imagine the pain I suffer, yet you deny me my freedom.

You Can’t see my pain with your eyes. The only thing that relieves my pain is Cannabis! You could never imagine the pain I suffer, yet you deny me my freedom.

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Remember Cannabis is Just a Flower series

A Day Alone with my Muse Series

Early January Art Series Late January Art

there are some pieces of writing that are not available on Most are pieces that would be better suited to posting on The Art of Breezy Kiefair as much of what is stored here is poetry and fantasy fiction. have a look. you may surprise yourself at what i wrote….

a few announcements:
1. I am giving up journalism. When I imagined myself as a writer growing up I wanted to write poetry and fiction any way. I have some reviews that will be finished up, but am not entertaining new reviews at this time nor am I searching for news stories.

2. I will fill orders for paid patients, free patients still waiting of christmas and all free patients added to the free oil list since then. No new people will be added to the free list, once I have served those I have already given my word, I am not making oil for anyone but myself any more. I will continue to answer oil questions if they are posed to me.

3. In place of these two tasks, I will be focusing on the artwork. The Art of Breezy Kiefair seems to be the reason to stick around most often used by my friends. It is the least stressful and most positive piece of my activism life.

4. From now on if a person or thing is a source of negative stress in my life, it will be removed.
5. If a project comes up that I really care about and really needs my skills, I may come out of retirement on a temporary basis only but will not be advertising the fact that I assisted with the project.

6. This is not up for debate. Yes I understand I am giving some people who do not have my best interests at heart exactly what they want on some levels but I am also giving me the break I so desperately need.

thank you and have a blessed day.


Anger and Hate are destructive to the person feeling them… When someone wrongs you be it online or in person, and you respond in anger, you are corrupting your pure creator given energy… Your energy, your life-force, your soul are all good at a baseline level… When you respond to a real or perceived wrong by sending anger back to the person who you think wronged you, you on a subconscious level take your good energy and put a negative charge on it before you respond to the person with actions. Its not good for your karma. It is not good for your lifeforce to respond this way… a better tact is to pray/send positive energy that the universe judge and balance things. Make a loving petition that they learn a lesson with light and love in your heart… let the universe take care of the wrongs they commit… if you are angry and hold on to it you are brought to their level and in the end, it is your own energy that has been diminished, your own soul that has been harmed by your feelings, not theirs. If you love them through the wrong they have done (even if you cut off contact) then you have taken a path of love and the universe will reward you for it.

Breezy Kiefair of The Art of Breezy KiefairGardening Tips for the Medically DamnedReefer Gurland


MarQaha soda, and Cannabis Xtract Capsules purchased at JP Wellness

MarQaha soda, and Cannabis Xtract Capsules purchased at JP Wellness 7 Of 10 Medicinal Leaves

GEDSC DIGITAL CAMERAMarQaHa Soda, and Cannabis Xtract Capsules purchased at JP Wellness

I sampled the Orange Crush Creamsicle flavor from their higher potency Inkblot line of drinks. I like mine on ice cut with seven up. Reminds me of squirt soda or sparkling grapefruit juice. I give this a 7 of 10 Medicinal Leaves.

Nutrition facts:

10mg THC (approx one dose)

12 oz bottle-servings 11

Calories 75

approx 110mg THC per bottle

Ingredients: filtered water, organic white grape juice, organic orange juice concentrate, organic vanilla extract, organic agave nectar, cannabis, natural flavors, gum acacia, sunshine

Some thoughts posted during the review

Getting a slow start this morning. Starting in on my review products. Got the first images shot. Taking the dixie scripts am focus and continuing on last nights marqaha soda… I like mine on ice cut with seven up. Reminds me of squirt soda or sparkling grapefruit juice.

Sunday at 11:21am ·

 really likes these marQaha sodas

from their website:

Here are just a few of the amazing flavors available:
Caffeine Free:

• Lemon-Aid
• Pomegranate
Hibiscus Tea

Small amount of naturally occurring caffeine:

• Mint Green Tea

Why use marQaha’s drinks, because they are REAL medicine!

More than just a beverage we take pride in bringing you an all-natural organic, great tasting alternative for your medicine.  When comparing our drinks to others in the marketplace here are some things to keep in mind:

• We use organic real ingredients
• Never High Fructose Corn Syrup!
• Properly dosed every time using HPLC equipment.
• Tens of thousands of satisfied patients

Does your drink tell you how much medicine you are buying?

We could make a cheaper drink using less medicine and synthetic ingredients but we wanted to create the best drink possible for our patients.
Freshly Brewed and Finely Tuned in the State of Colorado


Cannabis Xtract Capsule 0 of 10 Medicinal leaves


While these capsules advertise a higher thc content than the pills I reviewed from Dixie Elixirs, I found zero medicinal value from this preparation

from their website:

Cannabis Xtract Capsules 200 mgCannabis Xtract Capsules 100 mg

Cannabis Capsules
200 mg 2-pack (100 mg/capsule)
100 mg 2-pack (50 mg/capsule)
Designed for patients with a high tolerance, and chronic pain or illness. These capsules offer patients a smokeless alternative with a potent dose.

This product is infused with medical marijuana and was produced without regulatory oversight for health, safety or efficacy and there may be health risks associated with the consumption of the product.
Levels of active components of medical marijuana reported on product labels are not subject to independent verification and may differ from actual levels.

want to compare these products with similar brands? click here

More Northern Lights From JP Wellness

10 of 10 leaves


A previous video on Northern Lights from JP Wellness

click here to see even more reviews from JP WELLNESS

Cheap Stash Jars… Recycling Rocks!

Some information on a cheap source of small nug jars to store your medicine.  Any dollar store carries small jar candles that have lids. Some of the candles will only last you an hour of burn time, others will offer you as much as ten hours of candle burn time.  Once the use fullness of the candle is at an end, you can extend that “burn time” by cleaning the wax from the jar and using it as a nug jar. Its a good way to recycle the jars and if you save them you always have a cheap jar to send a nug home with a friend. People are always just as happy about the jar as they are about the nug. Some jars are very small indeed and suitable for purse or backpack nugs or to keep small samples of different strains separate.


“Iron Butterfly-In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” artistic video

Iron ButterflyIn-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” artistic video


Shall We Call it Wail Oil or Phoenix Tears?

Its the bitter watches of the night and I wake. I ask myself what it is that has rousted me this day from my slumber. Its not near my body clock’s time of 4am…. There is a wailing in my mind and I must ask myself “whose pain is this?” for I know it is not mine. My body is aching with the storm on the peak, but I’d just found my center and there was no wail with in me like this to speak.

So trying not to wake the other in my bed, I sit quietly and listen to see what it is this wailing voice has come to seek. Its victims so many victims… victims of war, hungry ghosts of a corrupt system, victims of the human butchers and legal poison vendors, victims of industry and victims of hard work, being eaten alive by cancer and bodily disorder of so many shapes and forms it makes me shudder in vibration with this wail. And within me I hold an answer for so many a gift from above that I try to spread without regard to a patient station in life….. It is a wail of responsibility. It is a wail of the profiteer’s victims. It is the wail of prohibitions ugly head……

I light a candle to guard my heart from a wailing so deep in the thick of the night and I still listen to the voice in my mind reminding me of their plight. I sit a while with the lamb in my breath asking that higher than I to step in and take this wail up with my smoke to the sky. I ask for the means to bless those wailing with even a few grams of healing and hope cause I believe in doing what my creator said. And I know that this life and this path I have chosen for myself has never been easy but its not about self.

I give honor to the earth. I burn sacred sage of the earth and cleanse the darkness from my mind until light only remains. I light incense and honor the air. More candles glow and I honor the firey spirit of the soul and I soak in salted and perfumed waters and try to scrub away the victimization of these beautiful souls. Lambs breath fills my pipe and lungs and mind and I try to send a shining beacon of the creators light to these wailing in my mind and in the dark and in their own lives and pain… Dressed for the day I inhale organic tobacco and ponder quietly.

Then another presence comes upon my mind…. and I am taken back though the years and back in time. To a place and time where my body was not constantly sore…. Its boulder its Ginsberg its 1994. Its a little bookish Jewish dude who howled for his time and who brought me to his feet to sit for a time… You see he was my own personal poet willy wonka who saw a bit of my poetry and brought me on up to the Naropa factory to sit at his feet for the anniversary of his beloved school. It was Allen Ginsberg day in Boulder and I was with the master and yet a child myself….. I remember how he opened my eyes and smoked a blended herbal cigarette with me in an intermission…..

What dreams I have of you tonight Allen Ginsberg as you dreamed of Walt Whitman…. with sick people wailing in the night and my soul howling at the moon of my own inner madness.

I wonder where you are tonight while I feel so small and so responsible. I imagine you my zen master in your own nirvana or perhaps your here again in another body and another life… But from wherever you are I seem to hear your voice reminding me of the power of my pen and of the ideals to which you and I both try to keep. You wanted freedom of the plant and so do I. I’m trying to be a willy wonka for others where you were willy wonks for I… and so my musings and prayers and light intercessions complete I turn to what I can do for those wailing from where I am and put actions to the light that I keep.

And so I begin to wail for these folks online saying with my writers voice and my mighty pen:

I begin with this blessing: Virtual early Sunday morning tokes to all of the Rastafarian sacramental strain lambs breath. For me this strain quiets fears and calms my mind. It clears my mind and puts me in a space where i can enter my creators holy throne room with gratitude and peace instead of chaos and turmoil. It makes me still enough to hear the still small voice of my soul. It points me to currents and springs of strength and reminds me of the good i do. All of this i have for me i extend to you virtually and in energy and prayer.

Note***** There are two sacramental strains to the Rastafarian religion. One is called Lamb’s bread (I have never had the pleasure of smoking this strain) and it is said to have cola’s so large that the buds are sliced up like slices of bread. This is said to be more for dancing and rejoicing before the Lamb. Lamb’s breath is characterized by smaller dense highly resinous buds that are mellow, mind clearing and good for quiet contemplation.

I am still looking for new raw material sources to meet demand. I will pay $100 a pound for quality trim. I know a lot of you usually process your own trim but who cant use an extra few dollars around the holidays that the transaction goes to save lives? Call 719 480 0238. you must be in Colorado. I need bulk i need it quick.

I will travel anywhere in the state and negotiate on price for the right weight of the right stuff. I need trim that bad. I am trying to get people served as quickly as possible while longer term sources Relationships are in the works. Call 719 480 0238. A portion of any and all trim purchased goes to provide free phoenix tears to those in need that is why i need good prices. To put goodies into financially challenged cancer and severe illness folks hands. Lets get those free folks their Christmas presents and the paid folks what they deserve. It will make you feel good to give some people tears of joy.

The rest of you who cannot help with actions you may offer you energy to the task. Never underestimate the power of prayer in intercession for someone else. If we focus good vibes on those free peeps and paid peeps their lives can improve exponentially by far more than me just getting Their oil delivered to them. I invite you to join me in that intention…. No, i challenge you to.

Where is the heart that used to beat in this state for the less fortunate? Have you all gone mad with greed? I am willing to pay a fair price so i can give meds away for free. Will no one support me in that cause? Are you all so rich you can laugh at thousands of dollars? Are you all so unmoved by the plight of the less fortunate? Is there no one who believes in me filling hands where mine once needed filled? No one thinks its good to repay kindness by paying
it forward to others?

I just gotta get these people taken care of. For some it means hope to try for another year. There is a couple who lives on the street. One partner has bone cancer and has all but given up. When my oil is there they live as good as they can and enjoy what life they have. Without the oil bone cancer boy gives up. They cant pay and i don’t care. I wanna give them both some hope and quality of life.

There is a writer whom many respect respect within our community whose belly aches him to no end and he cant sleep among other serious issues that are more private. He works hard for our cause but cant afford oil. He is the very picture of a starving writer and artist with a good soul and I wanna get him some rest and comfort so he can continue to serve us all so well.

There is an awesome bud-tend who works for far less than he is worth. The shop he works for sells oil yet it is out of his price range. A grain of rice a day would stop him from needing a diabetic needle yet his pancreas is far overworked. I wanna be sure he can keep giving patients the strains they need with the brain in his head. I have never left his shop with anything other than a strain to treat exactly the conditions I am concerned about that day mostly due to his knowledge that keeps a wide variety of strains for a wide variety of ailments on the shelves and getting into the right hands.

There are Numerous ladies and gents with tumors praying to avoid chemo and folks hoping not to need their noses scraped off their faces Who cant pay and need mercy. How can anyone deny the value of what i”m trying to accomplish? will no one sell me the raw materials i need to enrich these lives. I have shared but the tip of the iceberg.

Someone calls these folks I’m trying to help jewels in my crown. I bristle at the suggestion. I don’t care about jewels in my crown. If the creator blesses me as such that is incidental. I give because i know need better than most and to repay the kindnesses done for me by good people when i had nothing.

I do it because someone needs to and far too many are far too concerned with profit. I do it because these are victims of a corrupt system each and everyone in one way or another.

And i do it because it is in my nature to do it. And to make my murdered son proud of me from where he sits waiting on me in the afterlife and to make his wait have meaning. Help me make these sick people’s wait have meaning too.

So if you have some trim and a heart call me at 719 480 0238 And lets bless some people together. If you have a heart and no trim please just keep these good folks in your thoughts and prayers or however you communicate with the universe offer some strength in the direction of one or more of these people. Don’t direct it at me please. The sick need your love and light far more than i do.

I ask again! Where is the heart that used to beat in this state for the less fortunate? Have you all gone mad with greed? I am willing to pay a fair price so i can give meds away for free. Will no one support me in that cause? Are you all so rich you can laugh at thousands of dollars? Are you all so unmoved by the plight of the less fortunate? Is there no one who believes in me filling hands where mine once needed filled? No one thinks its good to repay kindness by paying it forward to others?

And so I move from being woke in the night, to prayer, to action trying to get some help to those who need it most. Won’t you please help me? I want to buy raw materials to make them medicine. That’s all.

Some Raw Materials images purchased after this post:

This is some sugar out of one of our big bags of trim


virtual tokes from my bag to your bowl.....some bud from an oil making bag of raw materials that came from an awesome friend — in Denver, CO.

virtual tokes from my bag to your bowl…..
some bud from an oil making bag of raw materials that came from an awesome friend — in Denver, CO.

You Can't see my pain with your eyes. The only thing that relieves my pain is Cannabis! You could never imagine the pain I suffer, yet you deny me my freedom.

You Can’t see my pain with your eyes. The only thing that relieves my pain is Cannabis! You could never imagine the pain I suffer, yet you deny me my freedom.

AN Update for those planning on attending the Week Long Birthday Bonfire Bash for Breezy Kiefair the week of May 19, 2011


Hey Kampers,

Last night, under the full moon, I put up alcohol based tincture for my birthday in May and realized how quickly the party is approaching. I wanted to get a little group started amongst those who think that they will be attending my week long birthday party (even if you only plan to be here a day or two). I had a thought towards classes (basic survival, alcohol based tincture making, glassware cleaning and care, gardening, and so much more) for those attending the party, but soon realized that I probably don’t have the strength to teach for a week.

So, I ask you all… What are your talents? Do you have something you would like to teach the rest of us?

I’d also like to remind everyone that you will have to pull sagebrush for your campsite (I can tell you how to do it, I have the tools, and even my weak behind can do it). I am off grid… That means that I carry water from town 10 miles away and have no power source as my generator was stolen in March’s robbery. We DO have rattlesnakes up here, but they are rarely a problem and I will give you some safety tips when you get here. I’d advise everyone to bring boots with high ankles. Also, nights up here in the high mountain desert can be chilly. Please be sure to bring some warm clothes.

Other items you should think about bringing:

tents, tarps and rain chutes

water (a minimum of one gallon per person, per day… plus some to wash up in)



natural soaps

toilet paper

cameras (the scenery here is not to be missed!)

solar or car battery charging packs for batteries/computers/high tech devices (I have no way to charge them at present)

musical instruments for jam sessions around the bonfire

your medications (no herbal medication will be provided cause Breezy’s financially challenged)

and Anything else you can’t do without for a week (or longer if you are planning on staying at Mesa Kamp Kiefair for the long haul)

Cell phone service up here is spotty at best. If you are on verizion, net10, straight talk, or tracphone, you have a decent chance at waves of signals that get text messages out fairly well. Voice calls are a bit more difficult, but not impossible.

Watch for more updates as we move closer to party time.

May you all be blessed and send me a PM or text me at 720-280-2183 if you are interested in teaching the rest of us something while you are at Mesa Kamp Kiefair.


Breezy Kiefair

Founder, Mesa Kamp Kiefair

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Leaving Mesa Kamp Kiefair

Leaving Mesa Kamp Kiefair

by Breezy Kiefair on Thursday, April 14, 2011 at 12:16pm ·

Leaving Mesa Kamp Kiefair

In early October 2010, things seemed to be picking up and making a turn for the better in my life. Behind me were the days of sleeping in the RV in abandoned parking lots and worrying when we’d have trouble from the law. I’d sacrificed a lot, but finally had my land under my feet .Life was harsh, but good. I enjoyed living at nine thousand feet immensely. The wildlife in the area was a constant source of joy to me. The wild horses and human raised but released to the wild horses often visited me. Each morning I woke before dawn to greet icy morning and the beauty of the sunrise. Every morning the tiny footprints of the chipmunks and ground squirrels covered the space outside my shelter. I had an alarm set each evening to remind me to step out and enjoy the sunset.

Beneath the surface, all was not well up on the property I dubbed “Mesa Kamp Kiefair” (MKK) I was often cold. The expense of propane more than our budget to bear. We had built a large fire pit outside the canvas sided pop up camper, but it was rarely used to its full potential. My husband often didn’t feel like gathering fire wood, or starting a fire. At the same time, he didn’t want me engaging in those activities, stating that I was too sick and weak to do them for myself. So I remained cold and hungry. It was much the same with cooking responsibilities. There were many days, often several days in succession when we went hungry with perfectly good food frozen solid in their tin cans in the pantry.

Inter-personally, things were not going well between Mr. Kiefair and I either. We fought all the time. We couldn’t seem to agree on anything, and the dysfunction between us made my disease flare and my emotions and behavior run away with me. I take responsibility for some pretty bizarre behavior during this time. After a fight that left me quite insane, I was so distraught that I took off walking across the mesa in the snow wearing nothing but my boots, my my hat, my walking stick and a grim expression on my face. He had goaded me into going out onto the mesa in the snow with the intention of letting mother nature take my life due to exposure. I should not have played his game, and I feel horrible for having done such an extreme and dangerous activity. I just wanted out of the world I found myself stuck in. A world where I was right next to someone I loved a great deal, yet feeling that I was not loved in return. A world where my MMJ license was allowed to expire because he didn’t want me to have it. Yet, I was also not allowed to seek pain relief from a medical doctor via pharmaceutical medications either. He even called the police on me the day my license expired telling them I intended to set fire to all the sage on the mesa. I had never said any such thing. I lived in a world where anger was thrown at me and brought out of me on a daily basis, especially when I was trying to do any writing, activism, or art work. One day in early December 2010, it all boiled over.

It was a warm night in comparison to the bitter cold early December nights we had been having up at 9,000 ft above sea level on the wind swept mesa in Southern Colorado. For the time being, the wind had blown itself out, and the storm had abated. I sat at my neighbor’s geodesic house by the fire waiting for my husband to return from town with supplies. The glow of the fire felt like heaven itself to my cold and fibromyalgia pain ridden bones and muscles. We had not been able to afford propane for the stove in the Coleman tent trailer in some time. Most nights, a down comforter and body heat were the only source of warmth as I slept back to back with my husband, always with nearly a foot of space in between us. In the dark of those cold nights, I often cried myself to sleep. I was so cold. The anguish in my soul sprang from the inherent knowledge that the man I loved lying next to me did not seem interested in holding me; not for the sake of body heat, nor for any other reason. My soul’s ache kept me awake at night more than the cold did.

My neighbor’s adult daughter wanted to feed me, but I wanted to wait on my husband, knowing he would be angry if I ate without him or wasn’t hungry for whatever he brought home. She had seen my weight plummeting since I had moved up to the mesa. This was due in part to my chronic wasting associated with my disease, but the real root cause was my husband.

As I said before, we had food, but it was frozen solid in their cans or needed to be prepared over heat. We rarely built a fire to warm ourselves and cook on. It was enough to drive a saint insane. My husband had made it very clear that didn’t want me building fires or gathering wood. On this day, it had been a full 4 days since I had eaten anything. I eagerly awaited his return from town because I relished the promise of something to eat, hopefully something fresh. My optimistic mind salivated at the thought of a Caesar salad and some protein.

When my husband finally walked through my neighbor’s door, it was much later than I had expected him. He tossed me a pack of the most expensive cigarettes in town (for which I was grateful. I smoke tobacco when I have no herb to fill the gap in meditation), and a pint of “Dr. Magillicuty’s vanilla liqueur”, which I quickly put into my coat. He had a pack of cigarettes for himself, a 30 pack of bush beer, 2 pints of Jim Beam, and some Southern Comfort. No food. I was furious, and took off into the night for home, not waiting for my neighbor who had offered to drive us both the 0.08 miles back to our place. I had hoped that the walk would cool my temper. It did not.

When he came through the door, we immediately began fighting. “This is your idea of supplies?” I screamed at him with tears running down my face. “We cannot live on liquor and tobacco! Well, maybe you can, but I cannot.”

I slammed the door of the little canvas trailer as if it were the door to some grand house and set myself to defiantly building a fire. The bottle of vanilla liqueur was still in my jacket, and found its way to my hand. I began to drink it thinking, “If drinking on an empty stomach were his plans for the night, who am I do disrupt that part of it. At least tonight I intend to be warm.”

I sat outside by my fire as he and I screamed at each other long into the night. I screamed at him about so many things that had been eating away at my broken my heart lately including: his refusal to be affectionate to me, him quitting work over a year ago and refusing to find more work, him wanting me to stay in bed all the time like an invalid, the bitter cold and no heat, about the hunger and food within reach but frozen, being surrounded by sage wood that burns quickly but hot and yet never having a fire to be warm near, my medicinal cannabis license expiring because he would not allow me to renew my state ID and we hadn’t the money to pay the doctor’s fees, him not allowing me to get pharmaceuticals to fill in the gap of pain that the lack of cannabis caused. I’d had enough! I could deal with all these hardships if only I felt like he loved me, but that feeling was long gone. He screamed at me about how unreasonable and irrational I was being.

I can’t remember exactly what I said, but suddenly, his 6 foot frame came out of the trailer, towering over my nearly 5 ft self, and knocked me to the ground. He took the fire extinguisher, and put out my triumphant fire. Still on the ground in shock from him knocking me down, I got up, and we continued to fight. He slapped me, knocked me to the ground again, and began dragging me to the road. As he pulled my tail end through a prickly pear cactus patch I knew he was aware was there, he said, “You are going to leave this mesa. You are going to walk out of here, and I don’t want you to ever show your face on this property or on this mesa ever again. Now get out and don’t come back!”

I limped down the road in the dark down the dirt road towards the next dirt road. I was terrified that the coyotes would spot me in the dark and make a dinner out of me. I didn’t even have my walking stick, let alone anything that would actually be effective against a predator for protection. I walked up the road to the junction with the main mesa road and maybe 2 miles up the road. I was exhausted, and so, I sat on a kindly old rock and had a cry under the stars. I sat there in the dark and cold for perhaps a couple of hours. When I sat down, I thought I would wait for dawn and then head down the mesa, but as I pondered in the night, I decided to go back.

When I got back home, he was still awake, and the door was unlocked. I went inside, humbling myself and graveling begging for one more chance. After me begging for some time, he finally relented and said, “Alright, but if we get into it one more time, YOU are leaving this mesa on foot immediately.” I humbly agreed and lay down to find sleep.

Dawn broke cold the next morning, and I was so hungry and sore after the previous night’s exertion. I asked if he would build a fire so I could make some breakfast. This began another fight. It was a minor spat compared to the previous night’s flare. He left and headed to our other neighbor’s place. Even though it was early morning, I knew he had gone to drink Crown Royal Bourbon. I set about clearing the fire extinguisher covered ashes out of the pit, so I could build a fire any way and make something to eat. As I did this, I thought about the night before, and about how he had been so willing to toss me to the coyotes quite literally. I grabbed the backpack that I used as a purse, my walking stick and headed for the neighbor’s place where he went. Once I got there, I asked him to give me my food stamp card, and when he came outside, I explained to him in the privacy of the outdoors that I intended to fulfill the terms of his late night ultimatum based on the argument the morning of December 5, 2010. There was a cruel smile on his face of when he said, “OK, if that is what you want. I hope you are happy with yourself.” He knew that wasn’t what I wanted, especially after last night’s begging session that got me back into the house. He also knew that I really didn’t have any place to go but homeless shelters.

I set off walking for town. I knew it was a long hike that I really had no business making with my medical issues. I stopped frequently to rest. I didn’t even have any water with me. Partway down, I found an old bottle of what I thought was water someone had tossed from their vehicle. I was so thirsty I took a swig, then promptly spit it out. It was moonshine, I’d had the pleasure of drinking good white lightning before, but this tasted to be dangerously bad shine at that. I dumped it out to save someone else from it and continued on my way. My gut was on fire from the alcohol I imbibed the night before, and had to get off the road several times to empty my bowels. Luckily I am a country girl and always kept some toilet paper in my bag. I didn’t have a shovel with me though, and was angry at myself that I couldn’t bury it the way I would have liked. I kicked dirt and put rocks over the mess at least.

I began to be concerned about dehydration. When I thought I couldn’t go any further without a drink, I found another bottle. This time it proved to actually be water. I was so grateful! I had left around 8:30 in the morning. I walked 7 of the nearly 10 miles to town. An older Latin American man picked me up and gave me a ride the rest of the way to town. It was so nice to have a gentleman take pity on me and want nothing from me. By the time I got to town, it was late afternoon. It felt like I walked 12 miles or more!

Luckily, it was the beginning of the month, so I stumbled into the little pizza parlor and ordered a personal pizza. I ate but one slice, and my stomach was over full. So full I was afraid I would loose my hard won calories. I got a to-go box and walked down the street to put myself up in a hotel room for the night. Despite my exhaustion, my body would not allow me to rest, so I treated myself to several baths in close succession. I had so missed having water on demand and enough of it to soak in. My husband seemed to think 9 gallons of water a week were enough for two adults and the dog I had given him for his birthday in November (to replace the 3 cats the mesa predators had all claimed).

I called my husband several times, inviting him to come down and have a bath at least. I hoped that perhaps if he got into a more comfortable setting and had a bath that perhaps he and I could talk some sense into one another. He wanted nothing of it. So, I had another bath, enjoyed the rest of my pizza while watching TV, (a luxury I both missed and did not miss at the same time). I also called my neighbor’s daughter who had just recently moved to town so it was easier on the children to get to and from school in town each day. The next morning, she took me into Alamosa and to the domestic violence resource who then put me up in the protected part of the only shelter in town.

I had explained to both places that I have panic attacks from pain, and that sometimes a cigarette was the best way to end that panic attack. I was assured that if I needed to smoke in the night, I would be allowed, even though it was not exactly within the procedures of the shelter. Sure enough, my first night there, the pain got out of control and I had nothing to ease it. I had a panic attack and made my way down to the lower level to ask to go out to smoke. The message regarding my needs had not been passed on to the cruel gentleman who was watching the shelter that night. When he harshly refused me, he melted away in my panic, and all I could see was every man who had ever hurt me. I screamed and soon the police were called on me. I spent the night at the hospital, and left with a firm recommendation to continue my medical cannabis (despite not being legal to do so) and a prescription for Lyrica to help ease the pain when I could not smoke. The ER doctor even told me in the presence of the officers who had brought me in that I should go buy some weed on the street to get my pain under control. The mental health worker put me up in a hotel around 5 am. I had been assured that I would have at least one night there. I bathed again, and went out to get my prescription filled and some food. When I returned, I promptly began getting calls from the hotel to leave. They informed me that check out time had come and gone and I was to get out. The cops were called on me again, and I ended up back at the same shelter I had been at the night before. I could only bear to be there one more night, and then left early the next morning for the bus station.

I had decided to head for Denver where I knew there were many more shelters and many more services for the homeless. Before boarding the bus, I called my husband to make sure it was what he wanted. He refused to pick up the phone. It was already mid afternoon when I got into Denver. I was dropped off at Union Station, and made my way to the “tattered cover book store” on the 16th street mall. There, I bought myself a cup of Earl Grey tea to settle my stomach and to justify to myself the use of their wi-fi connection. I made contact with some people over the internet and let them know my situation. I hadn’t been homeless in Denver since I was a teenager and couldn’t remember all the good places. I ended up in “Writer’s Square” on the 16th Street Mall. It was one of my old haunts from when I was younger, but the vibe there had changed a lot and I was not comfortable sleeping out in the open air there as I once had been. I spit venom at other activists, probably trying to self destruct. Luckily, a fellow sufferer from post traumatic stress disorder came to my aid and helped me get my things to Samaritan House. But there was no room for Breezy at the homeless inn. They made arrangements for me to stay at a shelter for women and gave me bus fare and directions to get there.

I narrowly missed my bus, and sat on the bench patiently waiting for the next one. Across the street from me were several of my homeless fellows bedding down for the night on the street. I am not sure why, but I began to serenade them with Christmas carols and other songs I used to preform with choir as a child. Whenever I stopped singing, they asked me to continue, and I did. The bus finally came, and I left them in the cold night, perhaps a little warmer for my music. I finally got to the woman’s shelter I had been directed to, was let in and given a bed for the night.

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