Dismantling the Six foot Giant

Thinking back to those memorable good ole days, when secret brotherhoods existed in the caves, catacombs, and closed closets, along with so many other dried up bones and troubling paraphernalia. And about Rangers of the West who wore Black masks and rode on White horses side by side with Injuns on their Appaloosa horses. I think back and remember "El Davi". Davi was my older brother who was the first to be sent to the Gatesville State School for Boys in Gatesville, Texas in 1964. His first time was at the Hackberry Unit and he later was moved to an older boys school as he aged named Terrace School during this first tour. David was only one year older than me. Therefore it was David that my baby brother Sam and I were trying to emulate back then. David, at that time was six feet two inches tall and slim and favored my dad's physical features. Before, and at the time that David was there, The Reform School had a visitors policy that would allow for Parents or guardians visiting a kid, to take them out of the Compound and take them only as far as the Gatesville town for a couple of hours on the weekend; in the boys' civilian clothes. However because some kids tried to escape during these visits, that Policy was cancelled that year of 1964. And one couldn't blame these poor kids for running because The Reform School was an American Legalized Torturing Slave Plantation House. Man!, was it pretty on the outside. Its lawns were immaculate with beautiful ornate stone bordered gardens with patterns and symbols only an ancient one would recognize. Some buildings were modern and contemporary to that period of time, but it was the ancient buildings that had been built right before the turn of the century; just right before those huge wooden doors were closing on the Comanches' last resistance in the Wild Wild West era in Texas that captivated and arrested your whole mind. It was those grandeur cinder block and stucco buildings that struck me with awe and wonder because they epitomized "mystical and haunting." And as I see some things now after all these years, and hear some old timers who went through this place way back then and say now that we who suffered here should move on and get over it. Well, I understand what they are saying. However, "Magic Shows" are like magic experiences in one's own life, they are hard to erase from one's psyche; or rather spirit.  Someone once said, "The limits of your words are the limits of your World." Therefore how can anyone be so shallow and think that experiences and places that blow ones mind can be easily forgotten. 

My only daughter Melissa Miranda gets that now because she and a large group of Mexican and White girls who call themselves "Las Mensa's" have traveled throughout The United States and parts of Canada as "Hikers,' and she still marvels at the people and scenes which captivated her still. And especially the special moments that she was allowed to spend with her friends. Try to make her forget those moments especially when all her walls are covered with pictures taken with her best friends in so many parts of America. So, unless, your experience was one like some who walked inside an invisibility cloak, and as far as Los Locos were concerned, nobody knew that you had been there? Well, that's fine if one wants to get over that uneventful story in one's life. However, that mentality is not mine because whoever says things like that, misses the point about those personal experiences. Those experiences were not only for you as lessons, but for historical context and history's sake. Remember that I asked, "Why does history repeat itself over and over?" And I stated that there was a reason for it. Remember that? And moreover, I said, "Everything has a reason and purpose in this Life?" 

The way I see it, my experiences and results for who I am are like Charles Manson's. Manson once responded to Journalists, a Judge, and the People in general listening at that time, when asked, 'Why are you so evil?' And Manson without blinking an eye responded to this unrehearsed and unscripted question like this. Manson answered and said to them, "I am not evil, I am only a reflection of you!" Okay, I understand that all people are not serial killers or cold blooded killers. But, I have to agree with Manson's conclusion, and that is that under certain circumstances, some of us can lose their mind temporarily and do some real deadly harm to another human being or animal, or property, etc., in a moment of rage. And as sick as that sounds, it rings true because from that time way back then at "The great fall in the Garden" that was Lost, something very wrong has happened here on earth. And the negative effects from that situation linger on with us. So, that's why I have to keep telling the story, my story, their story, about what truly happened in The Great State of Texas and The United States from my unbiased perspective. Why do you do it, Ruben? Because I just said, many people have their agendas and motivations for arresting and subjugating the truth, and sometimes to bury it or burn it! And further, because if I don't, someone else with special nefarious reasons like The Smithsonian and Higher Educational Institutions, or those Political and Social Supremacists with grand  ideologies about their own heritage will come along and white wash with a wide homogenous paint brush and tell my story their way. And these prevailing mindsets that dictate our stories will claim that The Colored Folks; that is the Black and Brown skinned ones, loved to be controlled by superior saviors because our mental and cultural ways were defective and inferior. And further, that we needed help because we were lost and naked, and still running around the campfire without fig leaves for private coverings in the woods. And how am I gonna help that person whirled out into the same desert experience as mine in any way if I don't at least warn about the traps and pitfalls that have been placed out there along with the explosive Mines destined to prevent them from reaching the Right destination or care station? 

You see, it pays to be an Activist. For example, take The Viet Nam Veteran, when those guys were returning back home from the War in the 1970's and the American Government had turned their backs on us. We were treated like Bastard Children and Uncle Sam pretended that they were the upper crust of society and disregarded our claims against their gross negligence under which they treated us in Viet Nam. These great and honorable upstanding American Leaders pretended that we didn't ever exist. Yet they were the ones who sent us to fight their War. This is something like what President Joe Biden and his own son Hunter Biden have done with Hunter's illegitimate baby. That baby had no fault in the matter. And the woman who they said was of ill repute, she had no fault in Hunter Biden's oat problems. So The Viet Nam Veteran knows how that woman and baby feel. Our Government called us Liars and all kinds of trash too. However when the Legal Evidence was presented against them, our Government and Corporations began to sing a different tune. Now because of The Viet Nam Veteran, all Veterans of all Wars can receive HealthCare and Benefits at Clinics all over This Country.  And if one can believe it or not, there were so called upstanding Viet Nam Veterans who even wrote books, scolding and complaining against whining Viet Nam Veterans; as they called us. And they told us to get over it. Can you imagine that if we had listen to those guys what would have happened to us. I mean there are people in this World that can't see when they are being shafted, I understand those kinds. I used to be among that group as a little boy. And this is what I also saw about those outstanding Patriotic types who question nothing, even World War II Veterans turned against The Viet Nam Veteran for fighting against The Established System that they adored. And what I witnessed about these sparkling Warriors was that when The Viet Nam Veterans fighting for their Rights won their Claims at Court, guess who showed up in line for the benefits that the so called Punks won? Yes it is ironic that when The Viet Nam Veterans won the legal battles against the illegal use of Chemical Agents and Ordinance in Viet Nam; and the lies for starting the War, the patriotic Warriors all got in line at The Clinics and hospitals for the Benefits. Even those who wrote books saying, "Get over It! They also started filing their Claims against the very things for which they called us Punks for. 

Now back to David. You see my brother David made a name for himself with the heavy weights in the Reform School when he was there. He even made attempts to escape from the Hackberry School. But he never even tried when my dad picked him up to visit him, he knew better than that. Because we respect my dad, and we didn't mess with Dad. David made a second trip to Gatesville again in 1966 and was at the older boys school at Hill Top. From there they took him to Mountain View School. Mountain View School was set up like a real Maximum Security Penitentiary back then with the tall double fences with rolled up concertina barbed wire on top. There were four Towers for each corner and the towers were manned by guards with weapons. They had white jeeps with Texas Seals patrolling around the compound daily. They also had the dogs and horses at their disposal at Hill Top which was only two miles south from this place. My brother David was called "El Indio" by Los Locos who knew him at this place. At Hill Top the Supervising Guards and guards gave my brother David the nickname "Crazy Horse." And at that time we didn't even know who Crazy Horse was. We knew about "Geronimo" but hadn't heard of Crazy Horse. What a pity that was. But do you see what happens to history if we ignore it? It was Mr. Bell and Mr. Phillips who gave David that honorable name because he didn't take shit from no one. And it was Los Locos who gave him the nickname El Indio before the guards called him Crazy Horse. He got that name at Hackberry Unit. At Hill Top both David and I were there at the same time also. However David was at the Michigan Hall then moved to the Nevada Hall. He did time there at the Nevada Hall with "Rocky Hernandez" and many other good people there. At Hill Top there was El Gato: Joe Gonzales, de San Anto, y El Heavy, El Buckaloo del west, y El Monstro de Port La Vaca y Marcos Martinez de Lubbock. There was El Negro de San Anto, El Joe: "Gafos", Sanchez de San Marcos, El Conejo y El Calamanco, y El Chilo de Plainview, and so many many more from all over Texas. Then David picked up a serious case at Hill Top and was sent to Mountain View about 4 months before I was shipped that way too. David did his time at Dorm 15 at Mountain View. And in May of 1969 David and I were Paroled on the same day. But David chose to dedicate his life to his new woman and love of his life named Dominga Estrada of San Marcos and became a family man. He was dedicated to his work and worked all his life and never pursued a life of crime again after that. He had a couple of bad habits, but who doesn't at least have one bad habit, much less a thousand of them? Furthermore, David died a year or so ago from diabetes and said his goodbyes' and I love you's to all his family that he had with Minga. His family didn't even seem to know about his episodes in Gatesville and Mountain View or that the Supervisors and Guards called David Crazy Horse. Later, both Sam and I were given the same nicknames as David by the Guards and those who were there that knew us. All three of us were recognized as Los Indios de San Marcos and as Crazy Horse by The Supervisors and Guards. Anyhow, it was David that paved the way for his younger brothers into La Correccion. Then afterwards, David and Sam went their way, and I went mine. Sam made it from The Arizona School to Hill Top on two trips there and that was all for him too. And as for Ruben, he got lost in that vast uncharted desert without a compass and found himself in Viet Nam later after that release from La Corre. Like I stated many times before, whether one believes in Providence or not, what transpires here next is also mind blowing and reveals that somebody is looking out for your best interest. And in Viet Nam I was thinking to myself as we were humping the jungles, like Pops Staples of The Staple Singers singing, "Why am I being treated so bad?" And I was at the same time listening to "Blind Faith" with Ginger Baker, Eric Clapton, and Steve Winwood, singing a song titled, "I can't find my way home." Can you see that one part of The White Man is teaching me something good about life, and another is trying to fry me alive. 

You know guys, I don't like hurting peoples' feelings... hardly anymore. I just have to tell this story because it is important to all those guys that couldn't read or write, but nevertheless they could function and perform their parts to the best of their abilities on earth's great Stage. And I am certain that all of them wanted to write something about these special events in their lives, but didn't know how to write or read. And I am a realistic person and still know that people are too busy to read also. We live now like in the days' that my Grandpa Macedonio who would sit outside at nights and tell stories to the poor kids with no T.V.'s in front of his restaurant and hotel. Everybody wants instant gratification now for whatever reasons, and that is nothing new. Nonetheless, writing is a personal catharsis also and it soothes the soul and brings tranquility as well to a troubled spirit that seeks Justice, peace, and love, in a world that is literally falling apart as we speak. Well,  I see our America and the World's dilemma like this, both my brothers Sam and David were just over six feet tall and both are now dead. Even I was six feet tall way back then. However, this is my point that I would like to make. A while back I had dreams that related to this height and a pale man's voice that spoke from thin air to me and said, "They're dismantling the six foot giant." But I couldn't understand the point of this passage. I didn't know if he was referring to me or someone else? Then after some serious research that I did, I concluded that it was about me and The U.S.. I know that I am falling apart health wise and I have had very close calls lately. But my death doesn't trouble me as much as the death for the United States. And here again guys, one can clearly see that I am not just some former thief who was all along only concerned about himself, I cared about my family! And I have a big family. And I care about people. And as I researched this phrase, I also found some guy that was a historian who wrote and said that "Humpty Dumpty," was Old English code for The Roman Empire. Therefore he said that when humpty dumpty had a great fall, and because he was a fragile egg to begin with..., because of all the different tribes Rome annexed into itself, when it fell and cracked open, no one could put humpty dumpty back together again. Oh! I am grateful for this historian. Well, herein lies a good question before your eyes to compound the great trouble of the United States as the living extension of the military might of The Rome of ancient days. As we watch The proverbial Roman Egg analogy being played out on stage for us right now, especially as we see The Ancient Roman Empire Rising again before eyes right now," and ancient Rome encompasses more Countries than just the U.S., we can again say that nothing happens out of thin air, or in a vacuum." I have to go now guys. However, in closing, I have to say that it is an indisputable truth that attempting to unite different Tribes from all over the world, with so many different languages and religions, is a task in futility. That many different Tribes, from so many different cultures can never coexist under one Leader here on earth for the present, or future, on earth. Unity is possible as American history and other great Histories of Dynasties of the World have also proven. Especially when there is a great need within a tribe under some difficult duress. But the Unity comes unraveled as soon as difficult times ease again. Hence, Unity is never an everlasting one, The Civil War is a prime example. 

Please try to understand that I didn't set out seeking to be a Seer, these things just keep coming to my dreams. Anyhow, "God" baffles peoples' minds by picking some of the most ridiculously foolish things in life to tell "His" stories and deliver "His" messages. If time allows I will give out more tidbits of things to come and how and why for all the great manipulations employed against us. That will help paint a fuller picture of The Great War that is being manufactured for our near future. Everything has its why fors'. And really, aren't we at each other's throats now? Who is manufacturing all these events? And why and what for? There is a Wizard behind that curtain after all. And I have learned a great deal from secular Philosophers and mythologies of our past about these things. I can't help but to conclude that Philosophy is a Religion in its own right and lays the groundwork for most World Sciences and so much more. And really someone did create the Magic Show. 

So let us ride with Van Morrison again for now in his Gypsy Van in that great You Tube video of his song titled "The Philosopher's Stone." Let us ride out there on that long lonely winding highway that runs through the snow capped mountains of the northern Rockies. I know that my Christian Family at Church will not like most of my stories, and most assuredly my music that I grew up with. But, I have to say something and do something to reach those unreachable people out there before the lights go out. What does it matter if people love my stories or me or not, I did my Watchman Duty to the best of my abilities. I am a Warrior and a soldier, and after all the smoke and dust settles on a dark and void  ruined place that we called earth, I can't be accused of neglecting my moral obligations to a human creation and my special Squad of Grunts. And that is all that matters to me. While I was in the U.S. Army, we had a  motto that said, "Stay alert, stay alive! Thanks again guys, And if you can read this long story, you are a true Reader. Let's sleep on that without falling out of bed. 

Bye and thanks again from San Marcos, Tejas!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Respectfully,                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Ruben N. Gutierrez