Wednesday, August 26, 2015


I found out today that a friend of mine, Michael Riversong, died. He has been sick for a while now and did not appear to be in good shape when I saw him last, but I never expected that he was soon to pass. To be honest, Michael never looked well. I always thought it was because of his zealous dedication to his passions in life: his music, his poetry, his beliefs in the hereafter, and his dedication to the Tesla Academy, which he started up.

Michael and I met seventeen years ago at the Barnes & Noble in Cheyenne, Wyoming. He was playing the harp and reading his poetry in the coffee shop. He asked the audience if anyone had any poetry to add. I had some of mine on me and, being as how I stutter and didn't want to read it myself, he did it for me, adding a nice touch by playing his harp as he did so. He did a wonderful job.

Thus began my association with a man I am honored to call friend.

Many's the evening we spent discussing and sharing poetry and his love for anything to do with nature and Native American philosophy. He was not merely an artist; he was a highly intelligent man. He started up the Tesla Academy in Colorado because of his ability to not only grasp the genius of Tesla, but because he felt humanity owed itself the opportunity to use better science for greener solutions. Once more, Michael and I had many a stimulating conversation about applicable means in which this could be done.

Michael, I only hope that you have finally found peace after so much tribulation on this spinning orb.

I miss you already, buddy.

Blaze McRob

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