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2,000 yr old tree puzzle. 12 pieces to the branch three feet across. What could you create to show off your craftsmanship and imagination. I suspect it would be better than my plan as I only needed a couple of the parts. Seems cooler for a project to use all of them. 

What do you think?

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Did I mention the globe and shade collection? I AM SELLING MOST OF THESE

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Great side gig making thousands in commission paid in materials to not have an income tax or a sales tax to get the parts and pieces for the dream house you want to build.

Big sale and a chance to make a bunch of progress fast on collecting some great materials to build with. 

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Loopholology manifestations can hardly be regulated, defined, or control...

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Those who know my story understand my faith in #Youthing at 70. It works.

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How to become a millionaire in the salvage business without college or b...

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How to keep your facial muscles youthfully taught, strong, full jawed in...

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Late at night in my master suite den a Temple Tantra I pose the question many ask as they reach their 60s and 70s. Where do you want to spend the best years of your life? Traveling from a tiny house around the world, gardening, chasing the dreams of childhood when you might grow up one day. That is the way to see and be in our modern world of transformity.  Join me in a short talk about what I found to make Mii as happy as I can nearly be. Stay Free!

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Hidden in the Mists of Avalon: a tour into the Fantasy alternative lifestyle that few have a chance to live.

Join Mii as I take you on a tour from the noisy, busy interstate highway that carries people from city to city at 80 mph in Texas, seldom noticing a paradise hidden just a few hundred feet away.

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Join me on a T-day tour as I wander away from the highway into the woods, the waters, and the nature of Salvage, Texas. See how the sound levels change as I descend into a fantasy world of trees, ponds, beavers, otters, frogs, birds, and much more as Wii escape city life for a simpler, healthier alternative. Why live amid stress and EMF bombardment if you do not have to?

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Kirsten Dirksen, my favorite producer of documentaries, has created a new story about Salvage, Texas.

It's been many years since the "Willy Wonka of Tiny Houses" video that has had millions of views, but truly it was a pleasure to see her and update what us Oldtimers can do.

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Truly, I have been honored by one of my favorite producers of stories that help us understand our potential as a species and share our responsibility for nature and the world that we love. Join me on a new adventure into the world of possibilities as the changes unfold and people begin to view the world from new perspectives now that staying healthy is becoming a fabulous thing to do.

I was given a bit of the light from her efforts and works illuminating what people have done to grow tiny houses, villages, and homesteads that offer much to learn from in a world that has forgotten how important it is to be one with nature. Grounding and growing food through aquaculture in places worldwide, Kirsten has traveled with her family and explored the most incredible feats of homesteading wonders found on Earth. From underground to treehouses, from communities to near hermits living out their dreams, she has traveled worldwide to show us what we could do.

Please explore the world through the eyes of Kirsten as she tells my story her way, as she sees it after more than five decades of transforming the trash and past treasures I have found into art houses, and pieces that I hope will inspire. What will you create to celebrate and film to show the ones who follow us what they can do? Please be strong, and if inspired, make your dream come true. If I can, I promise you, I will do what I can to help you on the journey to create solutions you can use.

Please share and show you care with a like and a comment if you will to support the work that Kirsten does around the world to let others know what the Oldtimers do.

If you have a dream and land, a group of people and a plan, let me know and see if Wii can help you create your fantasy. Truly there will be a way if you are willing to work this way and form your dreams into a way to form the future you want some day. It has taken mii a few quick years to create the things that you see here. You can do much more and true, I will help you if your heart is true.

So watch her works and learn so you will know what it will take to make your dreams grow. What you will need that Wii have learned to do and hopefully wii have a way to share it all with you. Oldtimers are the way to learning what few know in youth so it is a great thing to be part of what will live to bring the solutions that wii found by living life here on the ground and not just talking of what could be but showing what wii can do for you to see. Come and join us for a time to learn and get in shape in time for what may come if the sun declares its time for a cycle to wash the world.

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darby whistles pictues from Brad W. Kittel on Vimeo.

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(18) Tears pouring like waterfalls, Siddhartha adventure long practiced, endured, inspired from Brad W. Kittel on Vimeo.

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A generation that traveled from Free Love to a costly lack of love that seems to be shrinking rather than growing as the world gets colder hearted daily.

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Many of the people who are looking for solutions rarely see that they are right before their eyes. It takes action, not just words, and a path that you could learn, so your intentions and these mentions of how and if you will, could lead you to the place you want to create for yourself. How many people pass the doors to opportunity because their perspicuity is askew? How does one break the spell, the programming I see in those who hear a calling but know not what to do?

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WIBBLRY & WUB CHAPTERS

At 4 yrs old, face in a pool of blood, Darby had no idea why his mother was screaming as he awoke.

He saw panicked faces, their voices frantic as they scrambled for cloth to wipe away and sought the source of blood, a wound, a deep gash? Cups of blood soaked pillow & bed.

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In La Paz, Bolivia, Dara, Darby’s mother, picked him up, realizing he was bleeding from his nose, and rushed to the car with him in her arms. Her dark curly hair was askew, and she was not dressed for the public, but she dashed out to the car without thinking about her looks for once, her eldest child in her arms. She was the mother as she should be, scared he was dying and wondering what was happening to cause him to bleed to death. Scared and helpless, his father was on a mission into the mountain jungles. She drove away from the house with fear and helplessness overcoming her. He was whiter than normal, his Toehead blonde hair sheared short, but the tiny bangs had blood still in them as she sped toward the downtown plaza past the presidential mansion gates around the corner from where they lived and shared a common 12’ high stucco-covered wall. The streets were hardly occupied as she realized it was not just early, but a Sunday, and all the shops, the stores to get gause from, and even the hospital would be closed. Still, she went there without an alternative. Darby was quiet, still bleeding, and clearly weak from what she had to assume was blood loss. He appeared to be bleeding to death in front of her as she pulled up to the hospital's front doors, and no one was around.

She ran to the passenger side and gingerly lifted her tiny boy of four, her eldest, who did not weigh much more than forty pounds, and his head fell back into the crook of her arm without resistance, flopping loosely as she ran up and banged on the door in hopes someone would answer, help. No one did. She banged again. Silence! Darby was slipping from her arms, still bleeding. She collapsed in tears, sat, and cried with him in her lap.

No one was around to see except the statues at the church across the street, which was still too early for the followers to come and pray. She took a portion of her skirt and tore it off, rolled it into a ball big enough to plug Darby’s tiny nostril and stop the blood from dripping endlessly, for what had been more than an hour since she found him, and not knowing how much longer before, she looked at the cross on the church. She prayed, a rare event for her, and not in her name but for her son, whom she thought was nearly dead. She had little faith but great need and fear. God was her only hope, and she was not a believer that he even existed, let alone able to help. She prayed silently, “God help my son.”

excerpt from the Book of Wibblry & Wub publishing on Substack for your pleasure, along with an enormous library by TinyTexasHouses.substack.com to teach others how to create their fantasy too. See Salvage, Texas to learn how.

Brad W. Kittel