by nielskunze on July 2, 2015
There’s an awful lot shakin’ down out there these days. Some of it’s pretty subtle, and some of it’s not.
Sometimes the grasshoppers look like something right out of our prehistoric past… armoured and camouflaged.
I named these more militant-looking grasshoppers ‘proto-hoppers’ a few years ago… because they look like some should-be-extinct ancestor version. They’re usually a steel or slate grey colour; this is the first I’ve seen such bright green.
Our attention as of late has definitely been drawn mainly to the ground; an Earth-level transformation seems to be underway.
Just for a moment I thought we were in Egypt, watching the determined antics of a proper Dung Beetle. This guy was doing a pretty good job of maneuvering his prize when we arrived.
Then he seemed to have a WTF moment as he asked himself what he was trying to accomplish.
Eventually he decided to wash his hands of the whole thing… so to speak.
Then down at the river, where the path crosses a hillside of piled river stones, there was laid right in the middle of the trail a cluster of 5 plump, ripe, perfect Saskatoon Berries. There were no Saskatoon bushes nearby. It very much seemed to be an offering, reminding me of the Anastasia books, where she would receive daily gifts from her Forest companions. I don’t know who left them there for us (the dogs like berries too), but they were perfectly delicious!
The next day, we came across this guy:
There didn’t seem to be any outward signs of trauma. No, it appeared as though this Columbia Ground Squirrel had simply eaten himself to death… on what, I haven’t a clue.
That was right on the road that goes by the part of the swamp where we usually depart the path so the dogs can get watered and cool off in the bog. We were perhaps forty meters from the road when suddenly we heard a scream; it definitely wasn’t a human scream. It was coming from about 300 meters north of us, and at first I didn’t have a clue what kind of creature it was.
The dogs looked up to me in askance, but all I could offer for reassurance was the fact that I wasn’t scared, just very curious. They all stuck close as we stood in the swamp while the strange vocalizations were taken up by several more individuals. There appeared to be four or five participants north of us, suddenly making a hell of a racket. Very quickly they were answered by a lone individual who sounded like he was standing exactly where we’d left the bloated ground squirrel on the road.
To the north and the east we were surrounded! It was either wolves or coyotes. The closest one by the road was reporting our position to the others. I’ve witnessed this very thing before with a wolf pack that has always occupied this area. They keep close tabs on the movements of others in their territory.
This time, however, I’m convinced that it wasn’t wolves. Instead it was a group (family?) of coyotes. I’ve seen groupings of up to five of them before… working together. Over the past months I’ve reported numerous times about the many many piles of coyote poop on our path. This time we nearly collided.
Once the vocalizations died away, after about a full minute, we resumed our journey eastward and then northward, right where the sounds had been coming from. I half expected to come across the site of a fresh kill at any moment… but no such luck.
We proceeded to the Mesa and found what was almost certainly a bear sign.
I’ve walked by this stump hundreds of times, but today it had been pushed over. Then, as I took a seat on the Mesa to apply magnesium to my old ankle injury, Sitka suddenly began barking at something just beyond the ridge of the Mesa… and then she gave chase. Sitka has only ever barked at bears before, nothing else. She came back promptly when it was time to leave (good dog), but then her and Toby took up the chase once again. This time I could hear Toby barking in the distance. That can only be a bear!
The next day we were overflown by a lone Turkey Vulture which seemed to be a testament to all of the activity in our common area…
Death by greed and gluttony, coupled with the high energy vocalizations of the Forest’s troupe of tricksters, an appearance by the forest sovereign Black Bear– all this hints strongly at some real shake-ups and changes occurring now in the Earth realm.
I wonder what today will bring?
by nielskunze on July 1, 2015
On the topic of Community, this is what I submitted:
In a Word: Community
What is the human condition yearning for most?
In a word: community.
Our ancestors had it in great variety and to varying degree. It was central to their thinking, their planning, their actions. Historically, community is important.
But currently, we seem to have lost it… or temporarily misplaced it. Our togetherness has been broken apart… right down to the prevalent fracturing of families. We are now mostly individuals without community… seeking community. I think we’re on the right path… It’s just that we’ve had to face facts for the first time: the modern concept of community has to include everyone. For many, that’s quite a conceptual re-arrangement!
When I look at the word ‘community’ I see two distinct words: ‘communication’ and ‘unity.’
Whatever the future of human community on Earth and beyond might be, it will only come about in direct correlation with our skill of effectively communicating with each other. What’s the most important facet of any successful relationship? Communication. We live in a reality– outwardly– that consists of pure relativity. Everything in existence is in unique relationship to everything else in existence. We can only define a ‘thing’ by its relationship to other ‘things.’ For all the ‘things’ in this external existence to come into right relationship: community, they must learn how to communicate effectively. I’m convinced it’s the deciding factor.
How our communication may evolve from here, I can only begin to imagine. I suppose that it’s likely that some sort of telepathy will eventuate. We seem to be pushing the limits of external technology already. We still need to learn how to properly use the social media we already have… but once we do, look out!
And then there’s unity. That one’s been a real buzzword for years already. We’ve been looking at it… but we can’t seem to get any nearer to it. People come together all the time and rally around the silliest profundities that never seem to have the power or scope to reach everyone… We keep looking for that unifying principle that everyone can buy into. But so far, it remains elusive.
The common refrain heard around the unity meme is that we must focus on our similarities, our commonality. Might I suggest we do the opposite?
We will come to the most powerfully creative, collaborative unity when we honestly learn to appreciate our own uniqueness and the uniqueness of others. We must learn to recognize our differences for what they are: our irreplaceable treasures. What each of us brings as unique individuals to the collective must be rightly valued as utterly priceless. Our individuality is the greatest gift we can offer the collective. Slowly, the collective of humanity will learn to create a culture which fosters a true mutual individualism. Unique talents and specialties will be encouraged and developed to their fullest expression in original singularity. A society that can do that, once it acknowledges the inherent strength in co-operative diversity, will be the society of invulnerable community, the most intelligently creative Being possible. How else can society reach its fullest potential of true community other than by fostering the fullest potential and expression of each of its unit members– the human individual?
Unities built on conformity are bound to always be exclusive; there will always be some who cannot or will not conform to the group, no matter how lofty the collective ideals. Only by actively seeking our fullest fulfillment while allowing for the fullest fulfillment of everyone else– by loving each other BECAUSE we’re different– only then will we unify the all into one… as the infinite creator each already is.
I invite you to join the discussion at the Mystical Masters Facebook Group, where a variety of perspectives are considered for our weekly topics.
by nielskunze on June 28, 2015
Yesterday, I was completely energetically congested.
My inner storms stirred up a pile of shit!
Some very lovely old programs have gotten busted up…
…encrustations from a youth mostly forgotten.
It’s all part of the chosen transformation… But there’s such beauty in the restoration of the natural flow… once the debris is removed.
There’s plenty of helpers, lending their vibes.
Far more than I can ever eat, filling me up with the most ancient desire… to just Be a part of this Living creativity.
Sometimes, when all the programs get backed up, I have to pull out the heavy duty cleansing protocols. I’ve been mentioning magnesium to anyone who’ll listen; I’ve also been using a lot of systemic (metabolic) enzymes. But the best of all is the power of the river.
I even washed away the old programs from my chalcedony rose quartz. With a clear intention and the co-operation of my Spirit, I firmly believe that the river has just the right power and motion to clear everything out. (It sure works for my body when I stand in the creek!)
Anyway, I gave the crystal an ultimatum: it can support and protect me, filling itself with my own Spiritual energy– kinda like a reserve tank of Intention… or else it can just hang there uselessly looking pretty. It seems to be in agreement.
by nielskunze on June 27, 2015
Six directions used to bind us… and the seventh to set us all free!
North, South, East, West, up and down– we have no trouble seeing these as perfectly real– directions we can bodily travel. But the seventh direction is inward, and we’re not quite so sure that this is somewhere we can go; what does that movement look like?
In my world, things are only real when I can feel them. If it doesn’t evoke a feeling within me, it’s not actually real. But I like to extend the benefit of the doubt… ‘cause some things are kinda subtle, I’ve found. The seventh direction is like that. It only seems vague or metaphorical at first, until you begin to actually work with it.
Every spiritual tradition, it seems, utilizes the breath as a tool… for concentrating, for demonstrating, for taking action in the unseen realms. But all of these traditions utilize the breath in the six bound directions; the only inward movement is the basic mechanics of inhalation: aspects of the external world being drawn into the body.
Then one day, while in conversation with a tree, it was suggested to me that inhalation need not always be this movement of experience from the outside in. It works in the opposite direction too– from the inside out. My friend the tree explained that what is most needed in the world right now is the inner Spirit to come out… to act in the Living world… for once.
Regular breathing is an action of recycling… of shuffling around various programs of the soul… inside and out. But what if we breathe FROM the seventh direction? I’ve been working with this for a couple of years now. Our inhalations– the filling of our lungs, our Being– can draw from the infinite inward direction instead, a direct pull of Source energy from the innermost place we can access. Every one of our cells has its very own direct connection to Source. That connection can be activated by an act of Free Will. Try this…
Stand with lungs empty. Spend a moment, internally, to feel every Living cell of your physical body– all 100 trillion of them. Affirm to yourself that each has indeed its own connection to Source; know it. Now inhale from the deepest place you can access from that inward direction, drawing the (energetic) inhalation into each cell; don’t bother thinking about the filling of your lungs– that’s inconsequential here. After a time, with some practice, that inhalation from Source feels electric/ecstatic… buzzing in every cell… in every corner of your body. And then, with the exhalation, release that Source breath to the totality of your body– as a whole, filling it as a fully functional unit. You’ve just brought your Spirit more fully into your body. You’ve suddenly become more aware of your centre; you are grounded inwardly… to the planet, to the sun, to the Source within you.
Spirit wants to be here– fully. Breath is Life… coming from within. Breathe differently and you will experience the world differently– from the inside out.
by nielskunze on June 26, 2015
Twenty years ago, when I first read the work of Carlos Castaneda about his long apprenticeship to the Yaqui shaman-sorcerer Juan Matus, I was in no position to fully appreciate the oddity– and the appropriateness– of the term ‘inorganic beings.’ At the time, I wasn’t even clear as to whom or what don Juan was referring. In the intervening decades I’ve come to appreciate the long list of culprits falling under that righteous designation. Without ambiguity, the term ‘inorganic beings’ fingers any angel, demon, thought-form, guide, ascended master, ghost, spirit, or any other entity not in corporeal embodiment for the primary difference between them and any living creature on Earth; we exist in bodies possessing biological Life, whereas they do not. Don Juan’s point in articulating this stark demarkation was to underscore that this is a highly significant difference. As time passes, I tend to agree more and more.
These human bodies are an organic construction; they are alive and regenerative. As we typically age, however, in this modern era, there is a process of slow accretion, whereby our tissues become calcified– being invaded by the accumulations of inorganic matter. Old injury sites swell with seemingly permanent calcium deposits intermixed with other various toxic debris. Arteries harden with calcified plaque, causing coronary heart disease. Joints swell and ache in ever-increasing arthritic conditions. Even the brain eventually turns to stone as memory and other cognitive functions decline. As you may have already deduced, the main culprit implicated here is calcium… INORGANIC calcium.
There is a difference between organic and inorganic minerals. The iron typically found in spinach is fundamentally different from iron comprising iron filings. We cannot meet our mineral requirements from simply eating handfuls of healthy soil. In fact, for the most part, even plants are largely incapable of directly digesting rocks in order to pull those constituents into their own tissues. Plants rather rely on the actions of various microbes within healthy soil to break down rocks and convert them into bioavailable minerals and other nutrients. Organic minerals are absorbable; inorganic minerals are not– to any significant degree. (Some microbes in the gut perform the same function– but insufficiently for human needs.)
Over time, the inorganic minerals we put through our organic constitutions begin to accumulate in the places of our greatest vulnerabilities, when our elimination pathways are overburdened or even blocked. We get sand in the gears of our biological mechanism, so to speak. These accumulations have the potential to cause numerous– nearly endless– symptomatic havoc.
Since writing my recent essay on Elemental Repletion and The Master Mineral Magnesium, I have already learned through personal experience the incredible– almost magical– function of having adequate magnesium at the disposal of our 100 trillion cells. You see, one of the main biological functions of magnesium in the body is to regulate calcium uptake and elimination. When magnesium is deficient, calcium begins to overwhelm our living tissues, causing all sorts of trouble. Calcium is rather ubiquitous, and easily finds its way into our bodies; and without adequate magnesium to usher it out, it finds many annoying little places to settle in… often permanently. At the risk of oversimplifying, it could be argued that aging is really just this slow process of calcification (discounting the role of telomere shortening in cell replication).
The transdermal magnesium spray (EASE) which I’ve had the pleasure of using daily these past weeks has shown me just what’s possible when the Master Mineral is applied in its bioavailable form in what can only be termed massive amounts. I’m very encouraged by the initial results, and especially their implications.
As a teenager and avid street-hockey enthusiast, I sprained my left ankle– always the left– at least a couple of times. Although always being functionally adequate, the ankle ever since has sported a deformity; there’s just more ankle than there should be. In an x-ray it showed up as bone… plenty of it. I’ve lived with it ever since, hardly ever thinking about it.
Then I tore out the ACL on my left knee– always the left! I was scheduled for reconstructive surgery and placed on an eight-month waiting list. There were two things the renowned doctor said that niggled in the back of my mind. He explained that he was required to tell me prior to surgery that for one out of every five patients undergoing reconstructive knee surgery, the surgery doesn’t help. And then he went on to say something to the effect of “Well, one thing’s for sure, a knee like that won’t ever heal on its own.” Those two statements, juxtaposed like that, encouraged me to cancel my surgery altogether when the clinic phoned to reschedule my date. I’ve lived with the consequences of allowing my left knee to “heal on its own.” It’s about 95% of what it once was, but it’s been that way for a few years now. And I didn’t have to submit to a general anesthetic.
The magnesium is mobilizing the old calcium deposits at those injury sites– especially since that’s where I apply it the most, directly to the calcified tissues. Now there’s quite often lots of other toxic nasties mixed in with the calcium, so when it ‘dissolves’ it releases old garbage that may have been deposited there when the injury was most vulnerable. Magnesium is essential to many detoxification pathways in the body. Additionally, I maintain several other detox strategies on a semi-daily basis: whole-lemon lemonade with baking soda, spirulina, chlorella, peroxide, diatomaceous earth… clay when needed.
Inorganic beings seem to really like Earth; they seem intrigued. They want to be a part of the game of Life– our Game. Generally, inorganic beings resonate with inorganic matter. It’s like a hook in me– barbed– and I want it out. I want every molecule of my body to be Alive… inSpirited.
Magnesium is essential to blood-sugar regulation; candida overgrowth is regulated in the presence of adequate magnesium; arteries may be unclogged, joints restored to full function, proper and thorough elimination facilitated– all by restoring adequate magnesium. The process is admittedly an uncomfortable one, but in my opinion, the potential benefits are well worth the pain.
Magnesium ‘dissolves’ old accumulations… and the energies (programs) associated with those deposits. (Clear Intent and a strong connection to the planet are also essential.)
On the physical level, magnesium is prescribed for the removal of all the ‘hooks’ that provide ingress for inorganic players to play our Game. In order to fully inhabit every cell of our physical bodies, Spirit needs them to be cleared of all the accumulated debris of a lifetime– along with the energy, emotions, memories, etc. associated with those deposits.
Another such deposit that exists in nearly every human body on Earth right now is the mucoid plaque lining our intestines. This is a mixture of chemicals, undigested foods, inorganic calcium and mucous. It is a rubbery substance which drastically interferes with nutrient absorption and proper dreaming. We would all be well advised to do whatever we can to clean this gunk out.
And finally, I’d like to share a simple technique that helps tremendously with the removal of negative energies from our bodies (once the calcified deposits have been loosened up.) Submerge the part of the body in question in running water. A stream, creek or river is best– especially if that water is clean; running water from our household taps can help somewhat, but that water is stressed (under constant pressure) and is itself artificially programmed (by chemicals and unnatural flow patterns).
These past days I have been concentrating on my ankle and knee, wading into Dutch Creek daily to have the flow of the river carry away any negative entities, energies, and programs associated with the debris which is physically being ushered out by my magnesium protocol. I talk out loud to the river, asking it to aid me in restoring my body to a pristine condition. The instantaneous relief I experience is nearly miraculous!
I should also mention– since that’s where this essay began– that throughout the Castaneda saga, don Juan made frequent use of natural flowing water to restore Carlos to himself whenever they got into trouble in the inorganic realms. He would dunk Carlos under the water of a river until he came fully back into his body. This is no coincidence. Natural flowing water has an affinity for washing away foreign inorganic energies. Try it; you’ll see what I mean.
The magnesium I’m using is called EASE and is made by Activation Products. I believe it to be the very best currently available. (I have no affiliation with this product or the company.)
by nielskunze on June 20, 2015
It’s easy-peezy time out in the Forest. Even the Tiger Lilies have come out for the feast– as a wonderful part of the feast.
I only eat the petals and some of the pollen. (I think the underground bulbs may actually be poisonous.) And yes, those petals are every bit as good as they look! They’re thick and crisp, and delicately sweet. Although, overall, Tiger Lilies can be considered rare, in the swamp that I daily frequent, they’re rather abundant… still, I don’t eat them all… just a few each year.
The Alfalfa is blooming. The blossoms range in colour from the most delicate lilac to the deepest purple, and then there’s the occasional yellow varieties. It’s invariably the colour that draws my eye and my appetite. Rich colours are most often indicative of abundant bioflavonoids being present. These powerful antioxidants are one reason we’re urged to eat colourful fruits and veggies; I just eat a crapload of flowers.
The Wild Onions too are just beginning to set out their flower clusters. It makes them ridiculously easy to spot! I remember the first time I tasted an onion flower. As I watched the bees doing their thing, I wondered whether the flowers tasted much like onion. Of course, I had to find out. Turns out they’re the most oniony part! Sometimes the flowers are burn-your-mouth hot! I love ’em.
This mixed variety of Clover blossom tastes exactly like unsalted nachos. The first time I tasted it I thought it was a mistake or an individual aberration. But no, after three years of testing, I can assure you that their flavour most resembles nacho cheese! I only eat a few of these– ’cause I think they’re kinda weird.
The Wild Strawberries are out in the hundreds right now, and I could spend hours each day just gorging on strawberries. Can you imagine how difficult it is to walk by bright red strawberries standing out in the sun yelling “Pick me! Pick me!”… and not stop to eat the delicious little bastards! And even the dogs have developed a taste for them, picking alongside me in the most prominent patches.
The strawberries are incredibly sweet, while the Gooseberries tend to be wonderfully tart. They grow in roughly the same area, so I alternate between them as I go.
I’ve had the first of this year’s Saskatoonberry crop; they’re just coming into ripeness… and the Raspberries are promising to be the biggest bumper crop ever! They’ll begin in about another week. There’s just so much out there that it’s impossible to partake of it all. The landscape is overflowing with flavourful treats!
The Roses too offer up nibbles along every portion of our route. I eat dozens of those petals every day too.
And then there’s the animals! Sir Knubblehorn here was about thirty yards ahead of us while I was still pinking up my fingers in the strawberry patch. The dogs were busy wrestling in the tall grass nearby.
When I first spotted him, I didn’t notice the robin in the foreground at all… but lately, it seems, that the critters are all determined to gather ’round. Knubblehorn immediately began striding directly toward us before he paused to reassess the intentions of the snarling dogs. (The dogs never noticed him at all; I snapped 3 pics before telling him to take cover in the trees before the dogs inevitably take up the chase. He understood.)
The butterflies are numerous and I only bother with them when I spot a new variety.
But down at the river this day, we had a most magical encounter!
I likely wouldn’t have noticed them at all if not for the incessant chirping, calling out to me. The sound an osprey typically makes is one I can easily imitate… and so I did. What was remarkable was how many individuals were participating in the conversation.
Very quickly I began spotting them through the trees above the creek.
At one point there were three circling in the sky and I could hear the chirps of two more coming from a different direction.
This Osprey family outing involved at least five individuals!
And it certainly seemed that they were there just for me!
These encounters are truly thrilling!
And this is roughly where this transpired.
I’m not adventuring deep into the backcountry. No, these many friends are coming to see me! We’re really getting to know each other… developing the basis for a real partnership– an Earth Life coalition. How awesome is that!
by nielskunze on June 19, 2015
(TOURS = Team Of United Renegade Sovereigns)
As we wade into the deep end of this apocalypse (unveiling), all that seeks to deceive is forced to give up more and more of the actual truth in order to remain believable… and relevant.
Eventually, all the narratives converge on the truth… after eons spent circling around it.
We can choose to either live pointing at Truth, or Live at Being Truth… centered.
This recently discussed distinction between– and clear definition of– Spirit and soul has been a revelation. Spirit is the movement of experience from the internal to the external (creative); soul is the movement of experience from the external to the internal (reactive). (Please note that ‘creative’ and ‘reactive’ are simple anagrams of each other.) They are two separate realities converging; these human bodies are the point of convergence– where we choose to integrate Spirit and soul… embodied.
The Spirit is ever-Alive, whereas the soul is more like memory… that gets printed into the cells of our biology– whenever the Spirit is less than fully embodied… when traumatized, for instance.
The soul is our accumulated programming, including our loftiest ideals and most cherished beliefs. Yes, these are programs we have consciously chosen for ourselves, but they are programs determining our behaviour nevertheless. And we experience our souls as a penetrative force coming from outside ourselves; indeed, it is all we have collected from outside and brought in, some by choice, much at ‘gunpoint.’ The soul perspective sees personal experience as originating from without: “I am a product of the universe I perceive around me; I am the convergence and culmination of external forces.”
The Spirit is linked with the Life Force which comes through us internally, through the Living Planet and connects to the Source of all. The perceivable light universe is a single out-breath of Source. The so-called apocalypse is the pause between breaths… just before the inhalation begins… the return journey Home… inwardly… with all of our baggage stowed safely. The Spirit’s perspective knows “I am the creator of all that this embodiment perceives… inside and out; I am the internal creative urge expressing outwardly.” (Although Spirit indeed creates everything in the outer world, the body perceives it according to its cellular programs… until they’re cleared.)
Life (Spirit) is meant to inhabit the body fully.
Beliefs override the Spirit (free will).
Spirit already creates everything anyway…
We’re just trying to delete the most troublesome programs… taking up space-time in our cells… in our souls.
What might Spirit create– free from any programs– when charged with the Intent to fully integrate with the body and the soul?
It could only be one’s own unique Journey Home… our individual return to Source.
Spirit needs our ‘okey-dokey’ to begin integrating the soul’s programs by bringing them to completion… and not just allow them to run amok in the body unchecked.
Everything has a life of its own; every creation does whatever it can to continue existing… eternally. (Only Spirit and Source are eternal.)
In a light universe, every frequency is founded in self-interest.
Spirit becomes the maestro, bringing forth from the cacophony the impossible symphony into Being, eliminating all dis-chord, restoring balance… harmonizing… so as to render the soul… Life-supporting and sustainable.
Our souls have become unsustainable. Not all of the programming– our acquired beliefs, especially– can continue in self-interest, if Time is to move on.
Earth’s incredible biosphere is the Spirit’s resume and indisputable qualifications for Being able to handle such complexity. If we can’t trust Life, wtf can we trust? (Oh yeah, I forgot; all other life is dangerous!)
Beliefs override the Spirit; we share the same Spirit with all life-forms on Earth. (Genuine trust is always a no-brainer.)
Spirit can do anything… when appropriately directed to do so. We must consciously invite the Spirit in; Life enters our lives (and bodies) to the exact degree we’re Willing to Live it… fearlessly. (Programs are sourced and implemented in trauma and fear.)
Time belongs to the decision-maker, whereas to an eternal Spirit time is inconsequential. Fibonacci time is an insurance policy for Spirit. Eventually the decision-maker must turn to the Spirit… to escape the inevitable ravages of circular (Fibonacci) time… and return to Source…
Time for a Few Questions:
Q: On the one hand, you’ve indicated that a major change in understanding and direction has occurred, even going so far as to state that your blog is ‘contaminated,’ and yet I remain unclear as to the exact nature of this profound change. Can you go over it one more time?
A: Yes, one more time… and as many more times as it takes! I have been going at this pivot point very slowly, answering most questions and concerns privately via email. It is both subtle and radical, requiring each individual to come to one’s own personal understanding.
The best place to look for the revolutionary aspect of this shift is in the ascension narrative itself. I now have a completely different view of ascension than I did just a few months ago. Ascension– personal or planetary– is no longer something I seek or covet.
A simple definition of ascension is ‘taking one’s place in the spiritual hierarchy.’ When we ascend, we move from ‘mere’ creaturehood into a highly organized and complex incorporeal evolutionary system that is often referred to as the Divine Plan. As the very word implies, ascension is a movement upward… toward the Most High (top of the pyramid), according to very strict rules, edicts and procedures that have been in place since nearly the literal beginning of time. There is a vast bureaucracy– of angels, archangels, ascended masters, etc.– overseeing the entire scheme. In order to ascend, one must willfully choose to align one’s entire being to the dictates of the Heavenly Plan. In the absence of a viable alternative, ascension seems almost reasonable.
Fortunately, the alternative is more than viable; it’s Alive… and utterly beyond mere reason! Instead of seeking to move upward, to climb the spiritual ladder, Earthlings have the ever-present option to move inward… back to the Source of all… and that is really the original purpose for Earth– the bio-regenesis of the soul, bringing memory to Life… through the Living Body… individually (self) and collaboratively (planetary– All Life)… dreaming.
The internal path is based in creativity– full, conscious, Living expression from within… outwardly. We don’t live our highest good according to any acquired program; we Live our inner good; we create ‘feeling good’– sustainably.
Ascension is a program, a story, a belief system, a philosophy, a teaching… a choice coming at us from the outside… asking us to invite it in, to anchor it through our bodies. When we do that, we accept that program into our cells by the physical and metabolic actions required to service that belief… in our lives… AS our lives. Where that program exists– cellularly– becomes a place in the body where Spirit cannot fully enter… until the belief has been released, as an act of Will… and completion.
Spirit is capable of conducting our bodies quite differently when freed from the external noise, I’m quite sure.
It boils down to the choice of either choosing among established, external, given variables or trusting ourselves to explore the full extent of our creative inner abilities… and begin a new journey into the EverNew– where creativity builds upon its own expressions… in full collaboration with every Living thing on the planet…
…Learning… about your self Livingly… or obediently.
Q: Are you still listening to Matt Con… *ahem… Kahn that is…?
A: Yeah… well… with this new perspective on the most basic underlying meaning of ascension, no, I find I can’t really listen to him anymore. His recent teaching on the path of mastery presented itself as a drone-ish cult, trying to create a hive mind. And the most recent– the one on alignment– that’s the secret: surrender yourself fully to the Divine Plan. What could be better than that?… I only made it through about twenty minutes before deciding that I had better things to do.
Matt regards Earth as an angel academy, wherein the astounding biodiversity on this planet is dismissed as irrelevant. I’m not even sure how he feels about Life. Life doesn’t seem significant to Matt’s ascension schematic.
As I always say, I never believe in anyone 100%, not even myself. (I know I’ve got it wrong… that’s what has spurred the Journey. But ultimately, self-knowledge, -reliance and -responsibility is the goal.)
This inevitably involves something I’ve come to call The Enlightenment Deception. Every spiritual path, and indeed even every secular path, comes to a crisis point– where relative truths are seen for what they are. The spiritual guru calls this a crisis of faith or the moment of surrender. Futzing around in polarity-duality (relative truth) is finally seen as ultimately futile. It is at this point that the spiritual aspirant is urged to completely surrender personal Will to the Divine Plan or Divine Will; ultimately, it is a giving up of the power to choose. The typical guru’s argument is that the aspirant never had the personal Will to choose in the first place– just the illusion of choice– so, ‘really’ nothing is being surrendered.
I happen to think that Free Will– just like Life– does matter. Our freest Will is exercised in originality and creativity.
Interestingly, in science, it is the Quantum Observer Effect which brings the scientific aspirant to the same crisis point. The choice for the secular aspirant is slightly different though. The scientist either chooses to move beyond the confines of relative truth, realizing that it all comes back to him anyway in the creative choices he makes in organizing and presenting reality to his own understanding (it all comes back to YOU)… or else he chooses to stay firmly entrenched in the limited infinity of the relative plane– and continues to receive government funding.
The bottom line is that it either comes down to us taking full responsibility for how reality presents itself to our experience– claiming our creatorship… or surrendering completely to all that already is– that creation is a finished thing… now go find your place!
I contend that the path Home is what yet needs to be created– and that is a choice for– and of– Spirit.
Q: Why all the fuss and the drama? There’s nothing new here! You’ve always said your perspective continually changes. So you changed you mind again… so what? (It just proves that your feminine side is active!)
A: Haha! You’re right, of course, but I guess for me there’s an aspect of Retro-Resonance. That’s when a new piece or packet of information is brought into the body to experience and feel… and it rings true through twenty years of loose definitions and often vague understandings… and brings them into clarity.
This choosing of the Spirit first, as the One who fully inhabits the Body– cellularly and collectively– is in many ways the unifying principle around which much of my writing danced… instinctively, intuitively… for decades. Life HAS to matter; I am convinced of it.
Life is infinitely creative, revealing countless expressions here on Earth. The heavens seem dim and bleak, boring and repetitious… in comparison; there’s a spontaneity to Life that isn’t reflected in the heavens. I’d like to know– just once– what might be created when all Life on Earth is in perfect collaborative balance– and knowing all that we know. What could we do as Creators, from such a place?
That hasn’t been done before, and I think it’s worth doing… exploring.
I know that the typical way perspectives enter the public domain is that a voice– like mine– defines itself in precise terms… and then defends those terms against all who disagree, building a rigid bulwark in the domain of belief. When there are alterations– if ever– they are subtle adjustments to what is already given. Perspectives well-supported in the public domain are not supposed to change significantly; they are to be presented as just another given relative truth– a choice for alignment or rejection (duality).
That has never been my way, and I am very surprised and grateful that so many are willing to follow along with my ‘fluidity of perception.’ (Still a quarter million people a month tuning in!)
Q: How does this all affect the basic TOURS mission of liberating planet Earth from the matrix?
A: This is really the ‘truth on hooks’ part. There will likely be– at some near future point– a collective effort to free all of humanity from our planetary prison. The planetary enslavement matrix– based in all of the institutions comprising what we call civilization– will be exposed and brought down. But that will only happen as a collective endeavour with some form of official sanction once the unseen controllers and manipulators are sure that humanity as a whole will choose to surrender itself to a larger external matrix– i.e. the Divine Plan (the hook). We will be released from the small planetary prison only once we agree to participate willingly in the much larger prison matrix– surrendering our personal Will.
In times past, during previous planetary missions, that was indeed accepted universally as the goal– to ascend and assume a place in the universal hierarchy. It remained the goal of the TOURS because no alternative was known. Earth has changed all that.
The organic Earth timeline has no place in the external hierarchy. That timeline travels (leads) inwardly, and is a co-creation of Spirit– of all Life on Earth– bringing the external light creation Home.
On a personal level, it all hinges on your own belief of whether you are indeed the Creator of your own experience (reality), or whether you believe that reality-creation belongs in the hands of others ‘more qualified.’
It is the ultimate decision… and it belongs to you.
by nielskunze on June 18, 2015
This is the game I was born into. In the eyes of Mother, we’re all equal… receiving the same due consideration.
And no matter how chaotic it may seem at times, there is always a precise implicate order biased for balance.
There’s been a fair bit of carnage. This is the third partial hare carcass Sitka has found recently. Notice that only the organs have been removed and very little muscle meat has been consumed. This strongly reminds me of grizzlies during a salmon run; they’ll only eat the brains and the roe during the peak of the run because those are the most nutritious parts. The rest they leave for the birds.
Eventually, it all gets cleaned up and properly recycled. Indeed, we’ve had Turkey Vulture overfly us most days recently– though just beyond the dexterity of me and my camera.
Bear is definitely around…
…the activity is undeniable!
As I ‘put my left foot in,’ I note that me and the bear are roughly the same size. Also note the ‘salad’ between my toes– just as I wrote about in the last Report… between the second and third toes of my left foot– the place of my ‘Spiritual eye.’
Since this year began, I could’ve filled these pages with pictures of coyote and fox poo. There may be as many as 100 piles distributed along our daily route! During the winter I reported that this was the peak year of the Snowshoe Hare 11-year breeding cycle. Every 11 years there’s an explosion in the wild rabbit population. It seems there’s still so many of them that the predators don’t even bother finishing their kills. That must be why there’s such an incredible amount of activity in the area– that, and something to do with me being there all the time too.
Now that’s about 7 or 8 inches long… too big to be any canine, and not at all bear-like.
A week later, after having been driven over by a truck or a quad, the mass of reddish hair suggests very strongly that this is a cougar deposit. The abundance is moving up the food chain… and though the foxes might have it easy securing their prey, they in turn have to keep a wary eye out for those who’d dine on them!
This is the Other Hawk, not Master Red-Tail.
One thing that I’ve noticed recently is that most of my Hawk pictures– including those with Master Red-Tail– are most often taken from behind… but Hawk is always perfectly aware of what is going on behind his back.
The message seems to be clear: watch closely for all that is being maneuvered behind your back! Indeed, with the recent shenanigans with the minor coup staged in the Earth Soul Group, this would seem to be apt advice. Also, the general message discernible from the consistently incredible amount of coyote and fox poop is that there is a great deal of trickery and deception going on right now that remains just out of sight… but the signs are obvious! (Fox is a clever night operator, and a champion of sneaking.)
There may very well be traps being set for us… by those who’d like to continue to control the game, but as long as we immerse ourselves in Nature’s eternal promise, the game is ours; we make the rules, together in balance. Those who would throw us off, themselves will be thrown out; desperation has a way of exposing itself!
Sitka is already fully immersed in the challenge. I have little doubt that she could fend for herself if we were to move to the woods again for a prolonged period.
Although, after we get thoroughly soaked in the rain, she still likes to cuddle up in Dad’s bed.
It seems like many things are coming to a head… but I can’t seem to muster a whole lot of concern. Nature’s got it all worked out… and has for a very long time already.
We’re stepping up and stepping out; Nature’s got our backs… Bring on some more revealing please!
by nielskunze on June 13, 2015
Okay, I admit it. Sometimes I bring a very chatty mind to the woods with me… and sometimes I just let it run wild! It’s kinda funny… ’cause all of the baggage I drag along in my head doesn’t really exist out here. It’s all just a fantasy I can pay attention to… or not. If I follow my thoughts closely, I can completely miss the actual path that I’m on; whole swathes of Forest pass me by unnoticed. And what’s the point of that?
Fortunately (?), Spider has set little reminders along the way in order to bring me back to myself, to the actual moment wherein I exist. I break a few spiderwebs with my face every day! (That’s the main reason I don’t typically walk with my mouth open!)
Bear has been spotted recently among the houses and yards of the Dutch Creek community.
And now I found this sure bear sign on the path by the river. It’s actually fairly rare for any large animals to hang out by the river, especially during high water spring runoff. Dutch Creek is very loud at this time of year, and the animals don’t feel safe awash in the white noise.
This print was up at the swamp a few days ago. I wonder if it’s the same bear, or if we have a few burly residents milling about. Black Bear and I are pretty tight, so either way makes little difference to me. My preference though is to actually interact with the bear… not just the signs of his passing.
And in nearly the same place, there are now hundreds of butterflies remineralizing themselves in the mud, after the ordeal of their profound transformations. Every day as I walk through the swamp there are clouds of butterflies stirred up by my feet.
But do you know what encounter is most conspicuous by virtue of its absence? Mosquito. So far this year I have encountered exactly two mosquitoes. It’s the middle of June; the swamp is swampy… and there’s virtually no mosquitoes!
Where have all the parasites gone? Long time passing…
Seriously, have we forged a new relationship with all the parasites who feed off humanity? Has something drastic happened in the unseen realms that many or most of the common parasites have no basis for manifesting into the physical anymore? I already noticed a reduction last year… Is this just the natural progression? *Fingers crossed.
I guess I’m my own distraction now. If I could just get out of my own way…
Sometimes it takes me awhile to get the message. Four days in a row, in virtually the same spot each time– and nowhere else, I got flowers stuck between the second and third toes of my left foot. (I wear five-fingered shoes.)
Now, if Spirit was attempting to give me a clear message, this would be a really good way to do it. Spirit, who knows me better than my own recalcitrant mind, would know that eventually I would look on a reflexology chart to see what the place between the second and third toe represents in my own Being. As it turns out, it represents my eye– my left eye. The left side of the body, in general, represents the Spirit… so perhaps we could say my Spiritual eye.
The purpose now seems to be to integrate my Spirit more fully into my physical body. But what exactly is this mysterious essence called Spirit? It is that which is being expressed unfettered all around me when I take these walks. Everything I look upon in the Natural world is a unique and kindred expression of Spirit… Bewildering isn’t it?
‘Bewilder’ is my favourite word of all time!
This insistence to look deeper… with a more Spiritual eye was actually pretty obvious. Two days ago I watched Master Red-Tail and the Other Hawk cavorting in an enthusiastic aerial display, ducking in and out of the trees. And before that, it was Eagle who’d come to share insight… insight, hawk-eye, eagle-eye… Do you see? Of course you do… or at least, your Spirit does.
by nielskunze on June 11, 2015
When Eagle comes by for a proper visit, it’s far more significant than just spotting one or two eagles off in the distance… doing eagle things.
(I over-exposed this photo and lifted some of the shadows in the post-processing to reveal a bit more detail in the underwing.)
The whole feel of yesterday’s walk was that ‘important things are afoot’… and possibly a-flight.
At the moment I snapped this pic, I was perfectly unaware of the ‘shot’ coming from the bushes at the bottom; I was just framing the moon.
At this point, I was perfectly aware of what I was doing. A partially-erased musical note, framed by the Forest on all sides, seemed a powerful symbol… of… of something-or-other. It gave me a feeling of fun and whimsy, at any rate.
And for the more serious-minded folk… here’s some nice detail of the moon:
…so remote, and yet it’s right there! You think you can almost touch it… “No touchy!” The moon can molest us with its influence our whole lives… and we believe ourselves to be powerless to affect it; we’re not allowed to interact… just align with its rhythmic dictates… or not.
When it comes to worlds, I used to think that the lives of presidents and prime ministers, of CEOs and celebrities were somehow more important than my little old life here in the sticks. In some strange and perverse way, I felt that it was my obligation to at least know a few things about famous people and all those making ‘important’ decisions. But so very little of the news is actionable; there’s very, very little we can do about any of it. Our so-called leaders are a lot like the moon. If Obama ever shows his face in my speck of the Forest, I’ll be sure to take a great shot! (Careful NSA guys on how you read that!)
Have you ever watched a bumblebee dive into and ravish a wild rose? It’s like a kid in a bouncy castle ball pit– except for the overtones of sexuality… It’s sex for the flower, anyway… and the bee damn well knows it! Them bumblebees is having some fun!
I could never do what Bumblebee does. Oh sure, I could transfer pollen from one flower to another… I could get the job done. But could I ever delight in the task to such a resplendent degree as that indulgent display? Not hardly!
Every task in the Forest gets done; and everyone seems to delight in their own tasks. No one gets saddled with the shit jobs. Even the shit-eaters flash their grins often.
The problem I see is that the ‘big’ decision-makers think they’re making decisions for the world. No, they’re making decisions against the world by never taking into consideration who all makes up the world.
Who represents Eagle in the big-whig process? Seriously, when does Life ever get proper consideration? When will it? Only when we begin considering it… ourselves… and begin making Life-affirming decisions.
What happens when you ignore the fuck out of famous people? What famous people? Exactly.
Eagle has come to represent integrity and sovereignty to me.
I can’t do what Eagle does either, but we can appreciate each other for the differences we each Live. Beware any who preach conformity. All true strength, value and worth rests in diversity. It is each other’s differences we must learn to cherish… genuinely… authentically. Sovereignty choosing unity is Nature’s way already; all we have to do is respect the example given and choose to participate.