I have felt a huge weight all day. I haven’t been able to organize myself to follow through on anything. I did find this file I compiled last year at the time of Michael’s death… it is too much but I’m afraid I will lose it again so here are what people said at his death, said about him, video and audio clips… everything. It is a hodge podge and long and I apologize—- I appreciated re-reading all this today though. It is a Love Gift.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RU2fpA2258M Michael speaking at City Council.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoI4WJB1Aa8 M at Beale
Mathilde Rand’s Around the US on straight vegetable oil video–http://youtu.be/0R7yth6CIwg
Nancy Wiegman’s interview with us– http://kchofm.podbean.com/?s=chris+nelson
evening rainstorm over here at my house followed by an exceptionally bright gold to copper to salmon clouded sunset. Paul O-B
He must have passed shortly after I left. I had needled “Yintang” for spirit/mind calming associated with 6th chakra and Shishencong (the 4 wisdoms) which surround the crown chakra to open his chakra and release his spirit. Ilona K
I was calling all angels all day, they are there now with you in the house, I saw them. I smiled and waved at them and Michael was standing there.
At the top of my road I saw a rainbow and I thought of Michaels appreciation
for beauty and nature and i thought of you and Orien still surrounded
by angels. they are in the room even though Michaels is off canoeing
or hiking to the heavens by now. Luisa G
Allan and I were out walking in the woods when he passed – the fresh breeze and turning leaves in the oaks, the moist soil and cedar filling the air. Joni S
I was in a place here called Garden of the Gods this afternoon. A beautiful place with incredible natural rock sculptures. While walking the trails I could not help but think of Michael. Warren N
While I was in Spring Creek in Oklahoma at this time, a pair of very rare Yellow Billed Cuckoos flew over my head. Everything stopped as I witnessed beauty in flight. Now I know why. Donna B
He’s effortlessly breaking trail into the purest of snow. Rocky P
Smart, handsome, stubborn, talented, creative, adventurous, so many skills and so much knowledge go with him to wherever he is… Laurel Y
My heart aches!!! I was thinking of you so very much while on the Big Island, especially while touring an absolutely wonderful farm on Friday, 9/26 – run by a dear couple that reminded me soooo very much of you and Mike!!
Soon going to head out, take a walk and light some incense for Michael at Benzaiten, (Japan) a beautiful shrine in a nearby park that is a place of refuge for me… Patricia M
weaver weaver, weave his thread whole and strong into your web. Healer healer, heal his pain, in love may he return again. Travel well Michael. Ruby P
Michael was one of the most ethical, strong and generous man I have ever known. You will have access to seeing him at the city council meeting when he testified about the banners. Maureen K
I will NEFR forget Michael & his gentle soul of a man & passion for social & environmental justice. Dan N-T
Emily announced Michael’s passing at the Weaving Women’s Wisdom gathering on Sunday
I immediately saw Michael’s face smiling so big! up above seeing all those lovely women
sending him on!!! That’s how i will remember him. Diane S
He lived a very rich life and im sure he is exploring every nook of wherever he is now. Jamie L.
This Saturday’s Vigil is to honor Michael with Chuck’s leading us through the old protest songs of Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger and then our falling into a silent vigil to contemplate what peace could be on this earth if Michael had his way. Linda f
He will continue to be an inspiration. A true activist who taught me a lot about putting words into actions.
last night as I danced I heard Bruddah Iz (Israel Kamakawiwo’ole)’s version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow / What A Wonderful World…and I envisioned Mike moving through unbounded beauty, surrounded by love and light. Stacey W
There is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…. Jackie G.
I’ll never forget Michael at Beale speaking to the guards as we faced each other across the line. They had to listen because they were there guarding the entrance from the peaceniks. Michael talked about his military experiences, and how the government lied to him then, during the Viet Nam years, and “they’re lying to you now”. He was very eloquent and, I thought very persuasive. I wondered what they said to their wives when they got home about what they learned that day. It had to have an impact.
I played two for Michael, “Tribute to Peader O’Donnell” by Moving Hearts and “Heavenly Day” by Patty Griffin
The one thing that always shone through was the love and care that you had for each other. What a remarkable gift. May it sustain you through the pain and grief it will always be there in your heart OM GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE BODHI SVAHA
Mike was the best messy fix everything man there ever was. Hjalmar H
Do you not look for me here,
For I am not here.
But you can feel me when the wind blows
And you can see me when the vines leaf out
And you can sense me when the grapes are crushed
And you can see me smiling when the sun rises
And you can hear my laughter when the birds sing.
So do not weep for me. I am everywhere.
From “An Independent Woman”. By Howard Fast
In time, you’ll find a resting place for your sorrow,
one you can go to in thought if not in body,
And come away from strengthened.
From “Matters of Chance” By Jeanette Haier
Thank you so much for contacting me about Mike’s passing. My wife Nola (also a classmate of Mikes) saw the notice on face book yesterday morning. Our thoughts and spirits were with you and Mike all day. Even though we have never met, I feel we know you to some extent through Mike and the Veggie Voyager book Mike sent us.
I am not sure how many memories of his high school years he shared with you, but I feel you might enjoy a few of mine that have always created a special place in me for Mike.
We played football together at Lincoln HS for three years. Mike and I were only two of three sophomores that made the varsity team our first year. Mike played middle line backer and I played right side line backer shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
Mike and I were on the HS swim team for three years. We both thought swimming was a little too much work so we became the team divers. We had no coach so we taught each other through trial and error. Ouch!!!
We shared many years camping as boy scouts and explorer scouts. I expect this is where Mike and I, along with others, found our first love of the great outdoors. We affectionately called him “Bwana Mike”. We camped at local scout camps and in the Quetico Provincial Forest north of Ely, Minnesota—a very sacred place.
Mike was one of the first in our class to have a motorcycle. It was a Honda 150. He and another close friend, Steve Hamann, were the adventurers on two wheels. I envied them because my parents would not let me get a cycle to join them; too dangerous they said. Mike upgraded to a Triumph 650 his first semester at UW-Madison and we had a few hair-raising rides on that machine. Mike was my foundation for my love of motorcycles and the open road. Forty years later I bought my first Harley-Davidson and continue ridding with Nola as my passenger. We rode the Canadian Rockies, Glacier Park, Little Bighorn and the Black Hills last summer; 3,100 miles in ten days. Mike enjoyed hearing about that trip.
In the fall of 1965, Mike and I, along with other HS classmates, attended the University of Wisconsin as freshmen. I always thought college would be a breeze for Mike because of his HS academic success (National Math Scholar). He was very bright and resourceful as you know. He was a walk-on for the UW football team but decided after a few weeks that there was way too much time and emphasis on football at that level and not enough on academics and enjoying life.
I was with Mike when he made one of those life altering decisions we all face along the way. During that first semester at UW, Mike and I shared a class near Bascom Hall. I was studying engineering and I think Mike was too. We were walking to that class on a crisp winter morning. It had to be some time in mid-December because the sky was crystal blue, there was a pure white snow cover and we were bundled up against the cold. As we approached Bascom Hall which sits on a hill on campus, we both noticed how beautiful Lake Mendota looked down over our left shoulder. It was frozen over with a fresh white snowfall covering it, against the brilliant blue sky. Mike remarked how beautiful the lake looked. I agreed. He said “I should be cross country skiing out there rather than going to class”. I agreed but said we needed to go to class. Mike said he understood but said he had made his mind up about something he had been thinking about. He said he was thinking about dropping out of school and joining the army. I said that would most likely mean Vietnam. I thought he wasn’t serious but he was. He said he would enlist and become a Green Beret. He then said “Dan, you go ahead to class. I’m going back to the dorm to get my skis and go out on that lake”. He did. Several weeks later he was enlisted and on his way.
After that, my contact with Mike was limited mostly to HS class reunions every 5 years or so. It was always great catching up with each others life adventures. In fact Mike’s were so unique and fascinating that I always seriously encouraged him to write a book–“Adventures of Bwana Mike”. In spite of the limited contact over the last several years, I always considered Mike one of my true friends. I always enjoyed his company and we learned from and appreciated each other. I will always be grateful for Mike taking the effort to find me a year and a half ago so we could renew our friendship.
every time I was in his presence I thought, “This is a fine, fine man.” Bob S
I can’t remember whether I first met Michael cleaning up Comanche Creek encampments, stuffing envelopes for a referendum, distributing door-hangers on election morning or during one of the many other local issues he was involved in. He was always there, helping behind the scenes.
When I look around my house and yard, I’m surrounded by the many improvements Michael made for me and I remember that he always really listened to what I wanted. Sometimes my ideas weren’t very well-thought through and he was always tactful in the ensuing discussion. Susan M
I always appreciated his quiet contributions to life in Chico and often wished I’d had the skill to join him on the snowy slopes. Jon L
I will never look at used veggie oil the same way or pass a creek without wanting to wade in and haul out some trash. Debbie V.
10/6 Donna B told me she was in Ok where her daughter’s ashes are buried and she was walking by a very beautiful clear creek when two cuckoos flew over at about the exact time as M died.
I do remember my many conversations with Michael about making a movement based on non-violence. For example, I certainly remember conducting a workshop in Children’s Park with him (along with Bob)…and this was when there was a spy taking the training! John M
So sorry to hear of Michael’s death. He was truly a mentor, but with such a quiet and gentle do as I do approach. I appreciate that he lived until he died and shared his learnings and adventures until then as well. My heart is sad, and yet so grateful for the life lived, and the lives touched, by this man, mine included.
~ Maria Peyer, Longview, Washington
Michael was a mentor and individual who gave love, concern, empathy, compassion, knowledge, strength, and more to many!! He was taken from us too young and will be deeply missed. May his spirit be free and at peace. May Michael’s friends and family know that people throughout the world have been touched by Michael and will continue to draw inspiration from being able to know and interact with him; how fortunate we have been to cross paths with Michael.
~ Patricia McGahan, Tokyo
Julian and I so appreciated Michael Pike, since he was such a sweet and generous man. Our hearts go to Chris who has been absolutely wonderful in caring for Michael.
And we look forward to hearing about him being honored at this week’s Peace and Justice dinner. Michael was the embodiment of both peace and justice, and his spirit will remain with those who know him.
~ Grace Marvin, Chico,
Michael was an amazing man. Knowing him for last 20+ years has been an honor. He was the epitome of a man of the earth, so connected and rooted, like a towering Valley oak. His work and love for the land will live on through his community and those who he affected. Thank you, Michael, and rest in peace.
~ Laurie Feldman, Los Angeles, California
Michael is an inspiration whose memory will keep his causes and passions alive for us all. Jane Martin, Chico,
Michael Pike was our handyman for years. He helped us on numerous small projects cheerfully and competently. He was a good man – one of the best, as well as a great environmental activist. Commanche Creek was protected as a result of his good work (among others). Roger C
Am so thankful the CMHs vote went the way it did. They wrote their own demise by insisting they could do no less than a year. Inflexible, entitled attitude. I kept picturing Michael addressing the council in his full green beret regalia- and prayed the other councilors wouldn’t fold. Tammi R
He was one of the strongest men I knew. I remember his tales of Baja for 3 months straight, no shower, no fresh water, board sailing the waves every day; same the Columbia Gorge. What a MAN. Tina M