By Morpheus Titania
One day about 2 months back, when my very good friend and fellow
patriot Psychic Taxi, informing me that he was going to accompany Michael
Maresco, Liberty Rider
, as rode across Arizona, after the 4th
of July. I said to “You’re going? I’m in”. That was it, decision made, 400
miles on a bicycle, across Arizona in the summer, for liberty and freedom. I mean how could I pass up this opportunity? As it turns out, this was going to coincide
exactly with the Phoenix Revolution going to Santa Fe. A decision had been made as individuals working
together, to show the patriots in that area just exactly how to jump start The
R3volution in Santa Fe. The Adam
Kokesh’s congressional campaign was going to need to be augmented by working
“underground” outside the Kokesh top down hierarchy and by using our own flavor
of “marketing” to enhance it’s presence across the country.
This was done, just like it was done back in
2007, with the Ron Paul R3volution. The Phoenix R3volution was able to paint the
town Kokesh using the banners that were designed in phoenix and transported to
Santa Fe without any coordination from the campaign
Many people do not know that the Ron Paul “R3volution” was
actually created by individuals in Phoenix as soon as it was confirmed that Ron
Paul would run for president. The
“R3volution” logo was created by Ernie Hancock and I was there to help create
the very first signs. The very
first Ron Paul music video
was created in Phoenix, by Dave Gallagher, who
also created the very
first Ron Paul Meetup group
The Phoenix Patriots have a long history of creativity and Big ACTION
when it comes to exposing the FRAUD of the government, the Federal Reserve and jump
starting the Ron Paul R3volution. It was
a natural for this group of tireless individuals to mount an assault on the
town of Santa Fe and get the Kokesh R3volution up to speed so everyone in town
would absolutely want to know more about Adam Kokesh. And then to have the return trip coincide
bicycling with Michael Maresco across the state of Arizona was not something to
To make traveling more comfortable for the 10 day trip, Ed
Vallejo volunteered to rent a motor home.
This vehicle turned out to be very beneficial to our trip by providing
us shelter, place to eat and an easy way to transport the 3 bicycles and
Michael’s trailer. We left Phoenix on
Thursday 7/2/09 with a bunch of Kokesh signs, great spirits and full tank of
gas, to meet Michael in Albuquerque.
Michael was all for heading back to Santa Fe and helping out the
R3volution with our project even though he just had visited with Adam Kokesh in
Santa Fe just few days prior.
On the way out of town we met at Joan of Winslow where we
met with other R3volutionaries at her house for a little mixer. After that we headed out of town to our destination,
New Mexico. After some pictures at the
state line, we put up signs in Gallup and then one over the freeway at the
We got into Albuquerque and met with Michael at his motel. We loaded up his Bike and Trailer in the
motor home and put up our signs on the motor home for the Kokesh R3volution. The motor home with its huge flat spaces was
just screaming for some banners so we decorated it, and then heading off to
Santa Fe. When we got there we
immediately got to work painting the town Kokesh. We were determined inform the people of Santa
Fe, they had within their midst a true statesman, some who could be trusted to
lead and expose the lies of the federal government, FROM THE INSIDE! We even recruited the efforts of “V” to
assist us in hanging signs all over Santa Fe.
After meeting up with the other Phoenix R3volutionaries we
picked up more signs and banners to place around town to draw attention to the
concert that Adam was planning for after the fireworks for the 4th
of July “celebration”. After a few hours all the signs were put up it
and it now was Party time at Adams house.
The evening was climaxed with live entertainment with Jason Page singing
on the roof of Adam’s house at the sunset.
Next day was the final push to encourage the people of Santa
Fe to come to the Kokesh Concert, so we hit “The Plaza” where there were mobs
of people for a their annual pancake breakfast.
Afterwards we put up more signs in the outlying areas of the city. Then we had to get ourselves ready to do the
preparations for the concert. The Concert
was great, we had multiple performers and Adam Kokesh I-phone application was
unveiled and ended with Jason Page playing several songs and did an encore
performance with his rendition of “Another
Brick in the Wall
” by Pink Floyd.
Michael’s schedule involved him being in Las Vegas for the
Freedom Fest, so after the concert ended at 2 am, we said our good byes and headed
to Gallup New Mexico. We wanted to be in
Gallup, by the morning, so we would be able to have a full day of Bicycle
riding from the Arizona Border to make it to our destination of Winslow,
Arizona, by the end of the day. We
departed from the border after having someone give Michael a roadside donation,
what a great sign that we are on schedule!
We are pedaling great, however soon a headwind comes into
play and we are faced with that for the next 4 days. It gets blowing so hard that I find myself
downshifting to head down a hill and my pace is about 7-10 miles per hour. After going for 30 miles we get our first
flat and Michael has to repair it.
After 50 miles or so I am starting to feel sick I am going
slower and slower. We get passed by the
Publisher of FreedomsPhoenix.com, Ernie Hancock and his wife Donna. They ask how we are doing and I am not
looking too good. I get some pretzels and
I am only able to eat one. However we
press on. We hit the first Truck stop
outside Holbrook and I just lay on the concrete. I am sure my travel buddies are taking bets
on me not making it. Then we go inside
and have something to eat. I start
feeling better. We proceed to Winslow
and head to Joan’s house for a shower and some food. One of the Phoenix R3volutionaries, Andrea,
has prepared a delicious chicken and pasta dinner that was fantastic. She knows the best way to a man’s heart is
through the stomach! Love you Andrea! We relax with Joan and hit the bed for a
We get up in the morning and head to La
in Winslow. A
beautifully recreated old time resort there in Winslow. What a beautiful place and the food
Delicious. I snap some pictures of the
hotel. There is a gorgeous 3 dimensional
map of Arizona there in the gift shop.
These pictures do not give it justice.
As I roaming the grounds, train passes by. I though about how 100 years ago, what a welcome
it would be to traveling west by train and then to stop at this beautiful
resort and how wonderful it must have been in its glory days.
Being we are in Winslow it is important that we take the
time to have a photo op at the statute there in Winslow that commemorates the
song “Take it Easy” by the Eagles. We
take a bunch of pictures and one woman wants to get her picture taken with 7
men. A crowd is draw and she gets her
We go across the street and Psychic Taxi does some activism
there at the shop there who is a also a friend of Joan’s. We then proceed to the historic train station
and do more picture taking and another friend Tom joins us. We even coax our chauffeur, John to get in
the picture. Now it is hit the road
destination Flagstaff. Leaving Winslow I
snap 2 pictures of the road ahead they are both in the same place only one is
zoomed in as far as the camera will go.
I am not even sure I knew I got the entering Coconino County sign in the
After a few hours of riding, we pass a rest area. I marvel at the tenacity of the people who
first came across this land with roads, water, only fueled by their hopes and
dreams, looking for a new life. There
are some flags on the other side of the road and this give a idea about what
the wind was like for 4 DAYS 15-20 miles per hour and blowing the wrong way! I would come to the top of a hill and looking
to go down only to have to shift down, to go down the hill because the wind was
stronger on the down side of the hill.
Time to take a break and grab some energy and rest on the
side of the embankment!
Ah Flagstaff. I
remark to myself why the sign entering Flagstaff is so far outside anywhere
there are any houses. The cities are so
desperate for the power to STEAL money they are making them bigger and
bigger. Soon Psychic Taxi and I come
across the biggest ant hill we have ever seen it’s like up to his knee. I have got to get some pictures of this. Of course we are both dancing around as not
to get any of these big red ants on us.
Ride along for a little bit longer there are 2 cops shaking
down what looks like two Mexican guys they have their stuff all over the
road. I feel sad because these cops
think they are like the knights of old and will do whatever they want whenever
they want because they guys broke some ‘rule”.
The Government violates the LAW, and because they own the corrupt courts
and misinform the people, they are destroying our rights and liberties. They look
at the Constitution, the law of the land as an inconvenience. Well, that is what we are riding, to raise
the awareness that you do own your body, and everything you produce is yours
and ENTIRELY YOURS without lien. The
Government has no right to Steal the fruits of your labor. NONE.
What a grand day it will be when the government had to go door to door
asking people, to support it, presenting a case so that they could receive
money like a business or a church. No
instead they go around STEALING money, always under the threat of violence or
violence itself. Think about it, tell
the government NO long enough and they WILL commit violence on you.
We head into Flagstaff and do some outreach. Michael is always well received. We stop downtown and grab some food. I snap Michaels Picture in front of a bike
store and then check out the Moon. It is
as low as I have ever seen. We head out
of town to a truck stop to rest for the night.
Next day we get up and eat,
Michael has a moment to do outreach to travelers in the area. Then it’s hit the road. Next stop Seligman! At about 11:30am, before we get to Williams,
Michael and Psychic Taxi pulled of the road for a break. Little did I know, I would not be seeing them
again for the next few hours. I kept
going mostly because I was the slowest of the group going up hill. You see, Michael’s bike is electric assist
and Psychic Taxi’s bike is gas assist.
When there was a steep hill, Psychic Taxi would push me up the
hill. This was done to keep on schedule
and to stay together. Consequently many
times when Psychic Taxi or Mike would stop for a break I would keep going,
always knowing they would soon catch me, but not this time.
So I keep riding and pass Williams, Arizona. This is where the Grand Canyon Railway
departs from. A highly recommended attraction
ever one comes to Arizona. No Psychic
Taxi or Michael, but I push on.
travel for 30 more miles and I am approaching Ash Fork running low on water, I
head into town. I stop at the
convenience store. I tell them what I am
up to and ask for some water. They
graciously accept the flyer and say not a problem. I am a little concerned because I have no
money, cell phone, or phone numbers with me at all. But I know they are going to catch me.
After departing from Ash Fork, the Flagstone capitol of the
world, by the way, I am riding down the Highway and a small pickup truck pulls
over. Out of the truck is Oyate! He is one of the other writers from
FreedomsPhoenix.com. We chat for a while
and he tells me he had talked to Michael and they are only 11 miles behind
me. We take a picture and he heads off
to hang with Michael. I keep going down
I keep going all the way to Seligman and still no Michael or
Psychic Taxi. I stop at the first gas
station I come to. Again I go inside and
get some water and pass out the Liberty Rider Flyer. I get a weird feeling knowing that it is the
afternoon, I have no money on me and I don’t know the cell phones for any of my
crew and I am in a town in the middle of nowhere! But, I know that no matter what my friends
will meet me. I wait patiently there at
the gas station, and after an hour has passed, I see the RV with John
driving. Am I relieved! I head over there and rap with John and he
tells me how they went into the two towns doing outreach. 20 minutes later I see the rest of the group. After they arrive we swap stories and we head
into town to find a room.
We find lodging however, not before Psychic Taxi has the
opportunity to get a long screw in his tire.
We stop at the Deluxe 66 motel.
How did we pick this motel? It’s
the only one with wireless internet in the whole town! Shower time as Psychic Taxi grabs food at the
restaurant. Psychic Taxi fixes his tire
not realizing the next morning the screw was so long it poked a hole on the
inside of the tube as well so in the morning he has to re-fix it.
Next Morning we grab food and head out our destination is
Kingman AZ, which is a good 70+ miles out of Seligman. This is a nice down hill run for the most
part however the worst road we have seen so far. Somewhere in the mountains I head down a hill
and I don’t see the team till we hit Kingman for a photo Op. I can do this because I am not packing a
trailer like Michael is and Psychic Taxi is staying with Michael. However, I am not separated from them like I
was the previous day.
We find a RV Park with again the requirement is wireless
internet. To me at this point it is
amazing that any motel would not have this and still be in business. I stay up till 4 am doing my music video only
to find that in the morning that youtube has muted my video. Very quickly I upload to 2 other sites:
Blip.tv and Metacafe.com, and when that is done I post the story to FreedomsPhoenix.com
. Lucky for me the RV Park has a nice
connection and by the way the night before, has a pool for us to take a
Before we leave Kingman we head to the Sheriffs department
to do some out reach there. Interesting
how they have the glass plate, when you come to talk to them. What do they have to be afraid of? The officer does explain she has seen the Sheriff Mack's book in the office so that is a plus
Now we have a nice hill going out of Kingman and I am on
it. Hit the top and I want to build up
as much speed as I can get. My only
problem is I don’t see the exit and I am now heading to Searchlight, Nevada and
not the Hoover Dam. Luckily I have been
down this road before and things don’t look right. I stop and head back up the hill and cross
the median to get back on the right road.
But this time I am not going anywhere until I find my group. This is a stretch of road without much
services and I don’t want to get disconnected.
I have my phone this time but Kricket has no service in this area. I wait for a while not wanting to leave where
I am, because I can see much of the road behind me and up the road are some
road workers. I ride to them and ask to
use the phone. I call Michael and find
they are just up the road. I head out
and before I get to where they are at John in the RV beeps at me. Soon we are in the RV swapping stories. We are all happy, because we acted correctly
and haven’t lost much time.
We take a break at Grasshopper
and there is an unmanned DPS photo radar vehicle at the top of the
hill. It’s great to know that this is
how the government wants to “protect” its citizens by stealing money from those
who are traveling too fast. I feel so
safe knowing that the people of Arizona have to have their money stolen to
first purchase this vehicle and then to be RIPPED off , when they get a letter
in the mail.
Riding to the Hoover dam is uneventful even though there
isn’t much shoulder to ride on. We stop
for the RV before the point of no return, deciding that John would drive to a
parking pack and then let us know to proceed.
After getting the call, we head out and ride to the lot. We stop and take a few pictures and more
groupies stop for us. All of a sudden we
have Joan of Winslow and Jeane from the Phoenix R3volution stopping for us and
more pictures. The girls are so sweet and
they have DELICIOUS melon for us to snack on.
This is really great because the temperature is 110 degrees in the parking
lot there at the dam.
We head down to the dam we take some pictures at the marker
where the imaginary line is separating Arizona from Nevada. We also see some military guys and Michael
tells them about what he is doing, they are very open the knowledge, that the
government is completely out of control.
We get some photos with them. We
get back on our bikes and head up the other side of the dam this time going
up. We arrive to the sign that says
welcome to Nevada, and take some more pictures.
Psychic Taxi says I am done. “I have
done my part and have escorted Michael across Arizona. He takes his bike and puts it back in the
RV. For me though I am going all the way
We make a decision to head up boulder highway and on my
suggestion we take the 5% grade instead of the 5 mile longer distance. What was I thinking? The road to Boulder City is a 3-5 miles of 5%
going up. I am stuck in 1st and
2nd gear the whole way, and it is HOT! We make the corner there in Boulder and head
to Vegas. On the way we go past the road that I would have come out on, had I
kept on going when I made my wrong turn a little out of Kingman.
We are cruising into Henderson and we are now actively
looking for a place to sleep. We either
have no motels, no first floors for the bikes, or no internet. It is getting late about 8:00 the sun is
going down. However we find a
place. By the time we get the key Psychic
Taxi has pulled up in the RV and he has a large bucket of quarters in it. “I have been hitting every casino since we
left you guys and I am on a roll” he says. We hit the room and of course the shower. Mike orders a pizza. We are sitting in the RV and we have a cord
going to the room to the RV. The
delivery guy is smart because he follows the cord from the room to find us in
the RV. Psychic Taxi says “I am going to
head out after Michael has picked up his stuff in the RV.” It’s about midnight when we finally hit the
In the morning, it’s just Michael and me. It feels different not to have Psychic Taxi
and John with us. I feel like we are all
now brothers in arms and they have shipped out to the states for furlough. Michael
asks me to pick up some monster drinks and I can take his bike. I get some instruction on how the battery
assist works and I head out the door. Now I know how Michael is kicking my ass up
the mountains. This works GREAT. I love the power and it is almost
silent. That is the part that I do not
like about the gas powered motor that Psychic Taxi is driving. The noise from the gas powered motor wrecks the
whole bicycling experience.
I get back and we finish loading up, from our directions
Michael will be heading one way at Tropicana and I will be turning at Sahara. I am getting really choked up inside. This journey for me has been a kind of a
spiritual one of sorts. I will never
give up until I am free. NEVER! We ride to Tropicana and we take some
pictures. I feel blessed that God has
given me the opportunity to be able to ride all this way with Michael. I wonder, does Michael know how much he has
inspired me? I am getting all choked up,
as we part. What an adventure! I thank God for the other freedom loving people
in the world like Michael Maresco, Psychic Taxi, John Penrose, Joan of Winslow,
Andrea, Jeane & Buck, Tesla, 4409, Ben, Drew, Renee, Chuck, Frodo &
Donna, Jet, Powell and Dugger and all the people who’s lives have touched mine
on this incredible trip! We were all able to come together on this
world wind trip, starting out in Phoenix, Arizona then heading to Santa Fe, New
Mexico. We had the chance to meet all
the people in the Kokesh Revolution and showing them how to take it to the next
level, Phoenix style. We traveled across Arizona
, as part of the liberty rider team. Now I am in Vegas heading to the Freedom Fest
and will be hanging out with my friends from Phoenix in Vegas. It all seems so surreal now. What will people do in the future to support
the cause of Freedom, who knows? One
thing is for sure is, I’ll be there!