by nielskunze on December 6, 2013
No one ever said apocalypses were easy things!
And… didn’t we think that things would be a whole lot better by now?
Well, the thing is… it’s a solitary affair– with billions of variations! We each have to make (create) our own way through the veil. At some point, the Journey demands that we have to go it alone. And sometimes that feels a mite uncomfortable… loneliness creeps in.
Now add to that the shortness of the days (around here), and they’re still getting shorter… and we might be tempted to get downright depressed! Oh, and let’s sprinkle in the biting cold too!
Though I didn’t know it at the time, I underwent deep and thorough loneliness training a few years back in 2003, 2004. Above, you can see my cabin in the woods. This is well away from any bulwarks of civilization. I spent the months of November and December living alone in my little cabin in the woods.
It is a unique and challenging enterprise to remain sequestered from all human contact for long stretches of time. It really takes some getting used to! I fondly look upon that time back then as training for this time now.
As we move ahead now beyond the veils of familiar limitations, we are required to momentarily shed our physical support groups. We can only move through and beyond individually. At times the inexplicable loneliness can feel overwhelming. Rest assured that it is temporary.
We’re not allowed our usual baggage on this Journey… not even a piece of carry-on. It’s as though we go naked– despite the cold!
But warm reunions await us… in the New Interconnectivity! I’m a forerunner, so I foreshadow for the rest. When the loneliness creeps in, just allow it… and know that it is nothing more than the dropping of false comforts. Connections on the “other side” are far more real and transparently enduring.
by nielskunze on December 4, 2013
Day-by-day we’re having to play it by ear. Plans make way for improvisations.
It’s not even officially winter yet and winter is settling right in regardless. Temperatures this week are predicted to hover around the -20C mark! As such it is difficult to coax Sitka into frequent walks… and even my own Canadian ass is a bit reluctant. Expect the Forest Reports to be a bit more sporadic throughout the coldest months. (You’ve probably noticed already.)
We’ll do our best under the circumstances!
The cold does however bring an overall positive message.
“In the deepest ‘freeze,’ inflexibility turns into rigidity and brittleness. That which is unworkable and uncompromising will simply shatter.
“When it’s cold outside, it is natural to draw oneself within… to the cozy confines of self-examination. You are able to see illusions for what they are: fantasies which have never served. Let them fall to pieces now, during the coldest time… so that you will not waste energy on that which is clearly unworkable. In the warming spring the broken shards will simply melt into the Earth for recycling without the need for any misplaced grief.
“People too who are ‘cold’ and ‘rigid’ may face the real prospect of shattering into a million pieces. Mind that you are not in harm’s way of icy shrapnel! Allow the false ice sculptures to fall. Edifice and artifice need to be removed– if not actively and consciously, then through the passing of the seasons of the soul.
“All of the energy bound up in rigidity will soon become available to more warmth-oriented intentions. Just allow the process… and watch for falling icicles!”
Winter sure is beautiful though!
by nielskunze on December 3, 2013
A new look and a new direction for the Newsletter!
For the next couple of years I will be improvising the third book of The Muse Trilogy, issuing a chapter every month. Here is the first instalment, easing us in…
by nielskunze on November 30, 2013
Today, the message itself has forced me from the familiar path.
With the quick freeze earlier this month, the river bed has become choked with ice, causing the water to spill its banks… again. Sitka and I were forced to slog our way through dense forest and brush to avoid the icy waters benumbing our feet.
“The incessant flow of the Higher Mind will no longer be denied. You are continuously being filled… and then spilled. Allow yourselves to be filled from the deep inner wellsprings with the inspiration of new unconditioned thinking. Circumstances are now undeniably calling you forth to stand and move on New Ground.
“To insist on sticking merely to the familiar will undoubtedly result in discomfort– your wet and frozen feet! You are to choreograph a new dance through what has always been there… just beyond your desire to notice. Explore now the road not taken; it is time to take it!
“Everything supports your creativity; the universe vibrates with novelty in every moment. Any moment you experience boredom is a sure sign that the flow of thinking has become frozen. You didn’t come here to be entertained; you are the entertainers, performing for yourselves. Dance now like no one is watching– for all should be dancing. There will be no comfort in spectating.
“Flow… wherever the tickle-tug in your belly draws you…”
by nielskunze on November 27, 2013
As winter has slapped us upside the head like a cold dead fish, it’s more difficult to get out there every day, especially with a young puppy tagging along. This gives me an opportunity to occasionally answer reader questions instead of conveying the usual messages from Nature.
Over the past decade and a half the most common question I periodically face about my forest adventures is “Aren’t you scared of wild animals?” Interestingly, it is most often people who are of the generations older than me who seem to be the most fearful on my behalf. They have been well programmed and conditioned to believe that the wilderness is a raging monster seeking the merest opportunity to devour us all. Is it? That depends…
This is a screenshot from a GoPro video I shot in my front yard two summers ago– so that momma bear who appears to be charging right at me (she is) is actually closer than she appears! This is the ONLY instance I’ve ever experienced aggression from one of my thousands of encounters over the years. As you can discern from the picture, I kind of had this family of bears cornered, and her reaction was totally appropriate. My bad. And yes, I turned and ran!
I’m always unarmed; just a camera in hand. I don’t even carry pepper spray or bear bangers… and I’m never scared in the forest. I’ve learned through experience that animals are especially keen at reading body language and mood. I never take an aggressive stance, and I never allow myself to fall into fear. “The only thing to fear is fear itself” is perfectly true.
A fearful animal is an unpredictable animal– and that includes me. As long as I present the picture of peace and calm, I’m about as threatening to the forest creatures as an old growth tree. They will simply acknowledge my presence and continue about their business. If, on the other hand, I was to start freaking out and displaying my agitation with the situation, it would force any large predator to make a hasty decision as to fight or flee. Some would choose the fight I’m sure, but my whole strategy is to avoid that particular moment of choosing.
I don’t recommend that others do as I do… unless they are able to keep themselves composed in moments of extreme potential stress. I have built up my fearlessness over decades of experience, learning bit by bit how to remain calm in almost any situation. Those who carry genuine fear on my behalf imagine that all of the forest creatures are continually treading on eggshells, are in a perpetual state of fear, and are roaming the wilds on a hair-trigger for aggression. It’s simply not true… but it can become a forced “truth” if ridiculous humans insist on being ridiculous humans.
Assuredly, moments of genuine fear exist in the Forest Life, but a world made primarily of fear is purely a human invention.
by nielskunze on November 25, 2013
“Keep silent, and go about your business.”
This is only the second time I’ve encountered owl. They are nocturnal creatures; I am generally not. We, myself and Sitka, were out for just a short walk. The puppy is still too young to sustain the physical exertion required to complete the full circuit.
We were trudging up the main hill at the beginning of the walk when a white and grey speckled bird arose from the forest floor on our right to perch momentarily in a tree. It then quickly swooped right in front of us to disappear over the little ridge on our left. It was large and utterly silent in flight– that’s how I knew it was an owl.
I must apologize that I have no picture to offer of this brief encounter because my main concern was for the safety of Sitka. She’s still small enough that a large owl could conceivably scoop her up and, well… So here’s another pic of the puppy instead.
I recently did one of those personality thingies I found on Facebook that promises to determine “what type of animal you are.” Not surprisingly, I was revealed to be an owl type. Despite our infrequent meetings in the physical realm, Owl and I have always had a good rapport.
“Magick abounds in the darkness. The aggregation of your senses coupled with intuition allows you to penetrate the maneuvers being made under the cover of night. Humanity is beginning to ‘see’ what is going on and has been going on unreported for a very long time. These times of chaos are forcing each of you to hone your skills… as hunters of Truth.
“You are not so easily deceived as you penetrate your own experience with the expertise of insight fuelled by your own inner light. The disembodied whispers of the night are losing their potency for instilling fear. You are finding more and more that your fear of the dark is baseless. It is where lies have been habitually placed to keep them hidden. But falsehoods can only harm you by the credence you yourself assign them.
“You are finding the true ground of your being– rooted in the Earth. This is the sure knowledge which allows you to take flight– to gain a greater overview. And then are you free to swoop upon new vistas and horizons– to move confidently into heretofore uncharted territory.
“I look forward to our sojourns together.”
by nielskunze on November 22, 2013
Granted, it’s a big topic for such a small mushroom… but appearances can be deceiving.
To me it’s the picture of nurturance– a symbolic micro-reality. It had this to say:
“Tyranny has been institutionalized in systems outside of your human makeup.
“And freedom is first found in chaos.
“Oneness– or unity– is achieved through the dedication of individuals to their own inherent integrity.”
(It might be best to reread those statements a few times in order to let them truly sink in.)
“You are the creators of your own micro-realities. It is as though each of you lives within your own shimmering bubble, reflecting your unique colours. It has always been thus, but such has been obscured by your manipulated dedication to dead external systems. You have denied yourselves at a very fundamental level in order to assimilate into the institutions which drive the civilized world. Tyranny does not– cannot– recognize you. You must claim your own immaculate reality!
“Start small. Do not concern yourselves with forming intricate systems and networks; they will form in due time of their own accord once you have verified yourselves to yourselves.
“Through choice you define where you– the sovereign actor– ends and the theatre begins. The role you play from now on is solely one of your own making. It need not assimilate into decaying systems; indeed, it would be foolish to do so.
“Stand tall and fully enlivened in your chosen roles. Unity will be paradoxically achieved through maximum diversity; it is Nature’s way. If you find it uncomfortable to stand alone in your integrity… merge with Nature. Her systems are proven and ever viable. She will make room for your unique contribution, your quirks, your strange beauty.
“The New Earth is one of countless micro-realities choosing to co-operate. Get your own ‘house’ in order; that is all that is required of you. Together we are heading into uncharted territory– in a million directions at once… and you need not follow anything other than your own heart’s true desire.
“Do no harm… and your own highest good serves the highest good of all!”
by nielskunze on November 20, 2013
There’s so much going on right now… as a world wriggles beneath our feet and dances around our heads…
“Dynamism is the way of the world,” spake the River. “The flow of Chaos and Creation never ceases… except where the false barriers of belief lay like heavy stones upon the fearful mind. All beliefs are false because they seek to impose permanence where in Truth there is none.
“Thinking is a river: thoughts are meant to flow; and though the mind may groove in familiar channels, the ‘water’ which flows is ever new… refreshed. Beliefs require no further thought; they are treated as given; they shut down the mind, making it heavy with boulders carved from false arrogance.
“As Creation becomes stagnant, Chaos ensues… to ensure that thinking may resume, skirting and dodging old beliefs. The river is uncomfortable– even deadly– as believers cling to the heaviest of stones littering their minds. There are no ‘safe’ conclusions in a reality steeped in endless beginnings. Life is process, never destination.”
I walked this day alone, without my new puppy. The full circuit is a bit much still. When I set out it was warm and rainy. A half hour later I was in a blizzard. A half hour after that it was sunny again. Talk about tumultuous transitions!
I know you’re probably getting tired of the daily updates on the Invisible Bear. Perhaps I should rename him Yo-Yo, as he keeps wandering up and down the mountain, attempting to gauge the severity of the snowfall.
This time I found his prints in the soft mud heading down toward the Dutch Creek community… so heads up folks! And speaking of mud, I discovered that an inch of soft mud on top of an otherwise frozen slope makes for excellent mud-skiing conditions. I really carved up that muck on the Tibetan Trail!
Many right now are feeling the transition in their own bodies. Sudden inexplicable sicknesses which last just a few hours, or dull headaches which persist for days, are making things challengingly uncomfortable. I’m feeling it too, but day-by-day I’m also feeling more and more invincible. Hang in there, and don’t try to fill your pockets with too many stones!
by nielskunze on November 19, 2013
It was Deer who placed things back in the realm of the mundane when she explained that more than anything else it was my scent that was recognized all along my forest trail. I suppose it makes sense since I’ve discovered that juniper berries are a fairly strong diuretic… and they’ve caused me to leave my “scent” nearly everywhere.
My own sense of smell has dramatically improved too over the past few months. Sometimes now I smell an animal’s presence before I even see it. (My eyesight isn’t the greatest though.) Additionally, I can report that there has been a persistent and powerful smell of “New Earth” at various places along my route. Even on days when it appeared that we were stuck in deep winter, that freshly-dug sweet earthy smell belied the cold.
So that brings us to the latest adventure. It is a time for introducing my new puppy, Sitka, to the Forest.
She’s not quite up to making the whole trek, so we just skirted the eastern side of the territory. She’s very curious– a quality I appreciate in dogs as well as humans. It gave her the opportunity to introduce her own scent along the first outskirts. Hopefully the Forest will recognize us now as a team.
It is my hope that having Sitka along with me won’t negatively impact our animal encounters. I’ll do my best to teach her to be gentle and accepting… and I hope my no-fear stance rubs off on her.
Together we’ll try not to let the Forest Reports get too self-indulgent. This does seem to be the right time of year though for introducing a puppy into the mix. Wish us luck!
by nielskunze on November 18, 2013
A tiny skiff of snow had fallen in the wee hours of morning. I was breaking trail again. It didn’t take long before I caught up again with Brother Bear. He had preceded me by just a few hours, having walked the western edge of my path during the early morning snowfall.
His tracks are difficult to discern because of the roughness of the terrain beneath the snow, the inadequate depth of snow, and the fact that it was still snowing when he passed this way– partially covering the tracks. Again, he was headed straight up the western slopes toward his winter denning site. Hopefully this time he will feel content to initiate the long sleep without needing to tend to any last minute details on our behalf. The forest does feel especially peaceful this day.
With Brother Bear gone to bed I can continue my winter forage without much guilt. Granted, the pickings are rather sparse. Each day now tends to yield only a handful of juniper berries, bear berries and a few rose hips along the way.
The great thing about it though, is that the flavours are amazing! The rose hips now taste strongly of ripe apples. The juniper berries have perfected the sweet cinnamon taste of their new fifth-dimensional expression, and the biggest, fattest bear berries are loaded with sugar. The combination leaves a spectacular taste in my mouth during these daily adventures. I am still gratefully in awe.
And now there is a new adventurer joining the Daily Forest Report team. Her name is Sitka. She’s two months old and eager to learn the wisdom of the forest. If I can teach her how to type, I may surrender the writing duties to her in the future. We’ll see.