What form of ladder/stair takes you to heavenly dreams that form your future?

What does the stairway to heaven on Earth look like? It is the path to our dreams, both for the future, & those we pray come true that drive us forward or leave us devastated when lost.

How many ways can you create a sturdy path to your dreams? I found a few dozen, some with the storage for all the goodies on them, others with the secret hiding places for the 2nd Amendment to be exercised freely, and without others finding the Bang-Bang projectile launchers before you got home. Secret hiding places are significant in tiny houses where there is little space not seen by those who get to visit.

I arrived in Texas at 29 years old with a dream to make a million dollars so I could write my books and self publish, market them around the world, and during my thirties I thought.

This was a stash spot to be hidden from those who might look in the windows and be tempted to visit.

These are products of the mind, imagination manifesting as things Wii can live in, learn from, and somehow create a better world by creating solutions for creating healthy, sustainable, tiny, sustainable homes to live out our lives in rather than have to throw the old houses away. I started long ago by fixing up the worst of the old houses in neighborhoods that had high crime, no pride left in them, and the derelict houses dominated the streets, used by the hookers for tricks, for the druggies to shoot up in, and for the gangsters to satisfy themselves. I attacked the problems, knowing they controlled that territory that I eventually took back for the people who wanted to live a good life. Sometimes, it got a bit dangerous, but I was young, unafraid, and able to stand up to the intimidation of guns, gangs, and the sad situation that they were in due to their uncontrollable drug addictions.

This was not the story I had set out to write about, but it became my life for decades as I worked to make a profit by redeveloping the neighborhoods in East Austin. Later, I was accused of gentrifying the neighborhoods and driving prices up, but I was simply fixing up condemned houses and finding first-time homebuyers, then getting near-impossible loans by playing games with the applications at the banks for loans. I found many loopholes in those days to get people into houses the banks did not want to loan on in the Red Lined side of Austin, but eventually, it became easier, and the demand skyrocketed for the French Place neighborhood that I had nurtured back from slumdom.

The book I started to write when I chose to live on a school bus was a path to what I hoped would provide housing for many whom I met along my route to riches. The first several years of my adventure were more complicated than I ever imagined when I went off write my great American novel. Quite the opposite of my planned success, I was homeless but for my bus, ate out of dumpsters to survive the days when I had General Delivery for my address and thus could not get a job, even with my college degree that was once touted as your guarantee to get a great career. English American literature was not one of those degrees that let you do anything but become a teacher, a low-paying job then, and sadly, now.

See how high the house sits above the ground? I warned the owners before delivery that it needed to sit high but they did not beleive me. Luckily the flood on the Brazos came just before I delivered the house and it would have had two feet of water in it had we delivered on time, on top of their original planned short piers. This worked out much better.

What happens when someone bails out on the house that you custom built for them? In this case I refunded the money and sold it for twice as much to the next buyer. It worked out fine for us to give her what she wanted. She had this house for $69,000 but walked away from it.

The first stairway in Heaven was changed when the buyer decided she did not want the upgrades she had been so thrilled with when she thought they were free.

My four years of college with many extra credits that did not count for my degree but were for my growth and interest were not enough to help me get a job during the great recession of the 1970s after the Vietnam War ended, which had supported the economy for a decade by then. People do not understand how much money goes into the economy to build weapons of war and death, but it was incredible, as it is now, sadly feeding many through killing many more innocent people in faraway places much like Russia’s economy is booming from making weapons to defend themselves in these times, a recession will folllow when the wars end, and I pray they do soon.

Soon, I will enter the next phase of my life, forty years later than planned. I now have the books written and awaiting the editing to assemble a series of books, some to help people create housing and find paths to success through the sustainable building, organic living, and teaching others how to create independent ways of living without the toxins, imports, and many new wasteful products used to build with that do not last long, are unhealthy to have inside the living areas of houses and cause illness instead of bliss in your home. I want to help others find that getting older can mean getting better, healthier, and wiser as you age instead of decrepit and senile early. The cost of the chemicals in our food is taking a toll in America, worse than in other countries that do not allow all the toxins in houses and food.

I look out from my Miracle Mountain made from the industrial waste that had contaminated acres of land. I have captured the water to stop it from going into the river to remediate the land that once held no water on it anywhere. Miles of shoreline, animals thriving, and an hope that one day this will be prime living space for a slew of God’s creatures sharing it and showing others what can be done. This turns out to be part of the story I will write in my last leg of life in action at my prime… 66-78 feels great so far. I never thought I would get this far.

Will America join the world and stop endorsing GMO grains. These plants are designed to tolerate the poisons, chemicals, and additives that are destroying the quality of food and humans, as well as pets in America. The toxins and chemicals used in the fields where food is grown have not gotten into the bodies of the children and all people who eat the,m with the consequences showing up asa childhood cancer, leukemia, sex identity issues like the frogs, fish, and all lower spectrums of life forms that are also being impacted by industrial waste that has been dumped into the sewer and water treatment systems for decades now. It is literally impossible to get them back out but the corporatate executives that caused the massive losses are not liable, in fact get Golden Parachutes to stay quiet when they leave and thrive on the massive money they get rewarded with by stockholders who do not have any cares for the victims of the poisons, war weapons, or toxins that they put into Americans and others worldwide.

I hope you like the stairwells to dreamlands that I pray will awaken many to the value of a Pure Salvage Living Renaissance that I hope will inspire others to live healthier lives and thrive in the hard times ahead. Necessity is the Mother of Invention and Ingenuity. I expect to see alot of it soon, both the necessity for affordable healthy housing and the demand that the industry come around to meeting the needs of the masses… not the few who seek giant profits off from building toxic boxes they call housing. Blessings to your day, your dreams tonight, and the major changes coming for 2025.