by nielskunze on March 7, 2014
Oops! Silly presumptuous me! With the First Contact message I had just assumed that I was initiating first contact. Well, it turns out that I was actually a bit of a latecomer to the party. There were already 219 TOURS members who had made “first contact” in identifying each other and had already begun to organize themselves around the larger mission… and they were waiting for me! What’s more, they have already allied themselves with a group of cetaceans. Cool!
So I guess it’s safe to say that things are progressing rather quickly– even quicker than I thought possible. That being the case, I will use the agency of this third missive as a means to try and answer the flood of questions which has poured in over the past few days.
Before we get to the questions and answers though, I would like to explicitly state that there is nothing exclusive about these messages. They are for everybody, even those who are sure that they have nothing to do with the Team Of United Renegade Sovereigns (TOURS). We have nothing to hide; there’s nothing secret about our mission. We’re all for complete transparency. And that brings us right up against our first question.
Q: Are you serious? Is this for real?
A: The short answer: Yes.
My standard answer: I’m a fiction writer… or am I?
But I suspect that you want something more yet. This is all as real as anything else; it’s as real as butterflies and unicorns and ham sandwiches with way too much mayonnaise. See how serious I can be? Oh wait, you’re supposed to be asking the questions… continue.
Q: I don’t understand why you had to wait until a certain time to reveal your agenda. If it was dangerous to do so earlier, why is it that now the danger has suddenly passed?
A: While the collective consciousness of humanity was still dominated by some very large factions holding considerable sway both at the level of the collective unconscious and in the real world arena, any group announcing that they were here to undermine that “power” would be in very real danger to being eliminated– i.e. killed. Although the vast majority of the TOURS will not reveal themselves in the waking world, there are nevertheless certain “sorceries” which might have been employed by the large coordinated factions which might go a long way to identifying the members as we begin to influence the collective through our unified effort. Therefore, we had to wait until the largest factions became more fractured and consequently ineffectual before declaring ourselves.
Q: Wouldn’t you naturally be more effective utilizing a coordinated approach from the beginning?
A: As individuals mostly working in the dark, members of the TOURS all have a strong intuition as to what the initial mission looks like. They can accomplish the mission without knowing that they are part of the team or that there even is a mission. During the “fragmentation” portion of the mission, we are merely “smugness busters.” Through conversation, art, education, social networking, or any other means we simply confront smugness– those who are overly confident in their world view– and challenge it. Although from time to time some of us might fall into the trap of getting a bit preachy, deep down we know that we’re not here to push a particular “truth” upon individuals or the masses. The early part of the mission is to address the prevalent entrenched views and move them into a state of limbo where they might finally be honestly questioned.
Q: If we’re not already part of the TOURS, is there any way that we can join at this point?
A: Membership in the TOURS is rather fluid. On every planetary mission we gain a few members and we lose a few members. There is nothing per se to prevent you from joining our ranks now. You may even join in the TOURS’ unity consciousness which underlies the next phase of the mission. The difficulty lies in the temptation of other narratives. At the completion of this current Earth mission, Earth inhabitants will have (likely) selected a few open-ended narratives which will form the structure and framework moving them forward into a new reality. Some will remain a part of the New Earth collective, while others will choose to join collectives which constitute other worlds entirely. Some will stay; some will go. I myself feel inclined to stay here with the New Earth collective for some time after the mission’s success because I deem the Earth reality to be most intriguing and offering the greatest opportunity for personal evolvement. I have long said that I intend to be here another thousand years, although the mission should be complete in just a few short years from now. A newcomer like yourself will only join our ranks to complete similar missions on other worlds if the other options (narratives) on offer are found to be less appealing. Like I said, we gain a few; we lose a few.
Q: How do you realistically expect all of the TOURS to wake up to their mission when you yourself have said that there’s no way in hell that they’re all going to access your blog?
A: A few will not awaken until the mission is nearly complete. Invariably there are some who succumb to the seduction of some insidious narrative that they choose to identify with instead. Despite very careful planning, this cannot be avoided. However, as we come together now in unity consciousness as an experienced task force, the allure of that unity exerts a powerful pull on those who have been attuned to it since before their birth in this lifetime. Through their powerful intuitions they will find us… as One.
Q: You mentioned certain triggers, even providing links to articles written by other authors. Does that mean that Paul Levy and Julian Wash are part of the TOURS? And how about the obscure music you’ve been sharing lately? Are those artists members too?
A: Not necessarily. So-called triggers can come through any member of humanity who agrees to act upon the inspiration provided. As members of the TOURS encounter such triggers they are able to recognize a certain “subtle anarchism” sewn within. The triggers awaken a vague sense of mission… and then the search begins in earnest.
A true trigger refrains from overtly promoting any specific agenda or narrative. They are generally freedom oriented.
Q: Now that you have revealed yourselves, what’s to prevent those of ill-intent from infiltrating your ranks?
A: Nothing. Any and all are welcome to join in the unity consciousness we are momentarily establishing. It is the very nature of unity consciousness that one cannot join in without becoming fully transparent in the process. It is simply impossible to enter into unity consciousness with a concealed personal agenda. Individuals with ill-intent may very well seek to infiltrate, but their intentions will be perfectly clear to all in the One. The power of unity consciousness is impossible to usurp. We welcome the attempt.
Here I should add that our numbers are in the neighborhood of a quarter of a million members. That’s not a huge unity, but it should well suffice for this mission. Before the period of fragmentation within Earth’s collective there were several factions which were much larger than that– although their association was not of true unity consciousness. Before those large factions broke apart, they were a very real threat. Now they are no longer.
Q: In Message #1 you said that “scientific materialism” was the prevailing view on Earth at this time, but there’s a billion catholics, a billion muslims and all the other religions too. How can scientific materialism truly be the majority?
A: Admittedly, I rushed through that portion of the message for the sake of brevity. Allow me to elaborate now. Even though many people purport to be adherents to a particular religious faith, when it comes right down to their core beliefs, many if not most are scientific materialists. For example, modern allopathic medicine is based squarely within scientific materialism. When a muslim or a catholic has a sick child on their hands, the vast majority will go to the allopathic doctor and administer the doctor’s prescription, regardless of their purported faith in supernatural providence.
Another crucial distinction here is that scientific materialism may not in fact hold the majority of Earth inhabitants in its camp; it is just the largest of all the factions. There is no requirement that it needs to exceed 50%. There is just no other viewpoint that comes close to having the same number of adherents as scientific materialism.
Also, at this point– and this is crucial to the situation– no one on Earth right now is quite as sure of their view as they were just a couple of years ago. Despite their protestations, demonstrations and recalcitrant bluster, everyone’s view of the world has now admitted a little wiggle room. Largely, the prevailing perception at this moment is mostly a force of habit… and not the true conviction it once was.
Q: You said that scientific materialism is a bankrupt paradigm, how so?
A: Quantum physics is not in dispute. Quantum theory is the most successful theory in the history of science on Earth. None of its tenets has ever been shown to be incorrect. There is not a single reputable scientist who disputes this. Quantum physics has been in use for more than eighty years. It insists upon an observer/participant-created reality. In some sense– which is still open for interpretation but not refutation– consciousness causes the reality of our experience. The universe described by scientific materialism– one that has an independent mechanistic existence irrespective of conscious perception– has been shown to be false. Again, scientifically, this is not in dispute. It is merely the habits and inherent structure of language and moneyed interests which keep the world perception locked within a bankrupt paradigm.
A further note of caution, though. The many-varied interpretations of quantum physics are not all scientifically based. There are definitely some whack interpretations out there. But at this point it is safe to say that space, time, matter and energy do not possess an independent existence apart from consciousness. Science can no longer evade the confrontation with consciousness if it is to continue moving forward.
Q: Towards the end of message #1 you say that there are some unique contributing factors concerning Earth, but the explanation which follows is a bit vague. Can you elaborate? (I’ve edited this question for clarity and brevity.)
A: Yes, it’s almost as though my readers, or Team members, could sense that there was something more I was trying to point at but managed only a poor description of in the end. Let me try again.
Worlds, what we usually refer to as habitable planets, are in essence collectives of consciousness. The agreements held within those collectives directly and invariably determine the nature of reality within each respective world. The consensus of perception held within the “planetary” collective determines the types of experiences that can be gleaned in those realities– the way in which reality will manifest. Each world (each collective) expresses its own unique reality. They can each exhibit vastly differing “natural laws.” The universe is not at all uniformly objectifiable. Each world is an independent local reality… until it confronts the full and unavoidable nature of consciousness and chooses to enter into true unity consciousness which is the proactive and fully aware creative expression of the original collective consciousness… evolved. (Read that sentence again.) Okay.
Earth is the theatre for the Grand Reunification. It was deliberately seeded with representations from all other worlds. (Not necessarily every planet, but every type of planetary existence.) The diversity which Earth has had to accommodate is truly staggering and mind-boggling in scope. Essentially, that is the main reason that a human being standing here upon Earth’s surface looking out into the vastness of space perceives such an incredibly huge… unfathomably enormous universal reality.
Remember, space is a mental construct of our collective perception. It has to appear that large in order to accommodate the crazy diversity present here. Time as well is a construct of our collective consciousness suggesting huge lengths of time spanning unimaginable eons in order to again accommodate such diversity within the context of an ongoing evolution.
Our seeming insignificance here is merely a reflection of the monumental task we’ve taken on. Fortunately, a huge chunk of the work has already been accomplished. We’re just in the middle of this chaotic transition that will see us– and the rest of the universe as a result of our efforts– move into an era of increasing integrity… toward the Grand Reunification.
Q: I’ve been reading your blog consistently for some time now and I’m sorry to say that you have failed to put forward a consistent philosophy. You seem to often contradict yourself, claiming one thing as truth today and then belittling that same truth tomorrow. Why should I believe anything you have to say?
A: You shouldn’t. And you are perfectly correct. I haven’t always been particularly consistent. I haven’t needed to be… although there are definitely some points on which I’ve been very consistent.
Deep down I’ve always known that it wasn’t my place to tell people what to believe. Intuitively I’ve always known that my basic message wasn’t “Follow me.” A lot of my writing, especially early on, like my first two books, was about me trying to work things out for myself. I was in the dark. I had an insistent but nevertheless vague sense of mission, but I knew nothing of the TOURS. It’s been a long journey of remembering. And as a communications expert within the TOURS it was natural for me to go through the process publicly.
The remainder of my writing is simply a challenge to the many faces of the status quo. Like I said before, I’m trying to shake the smug confidence of multiple entrenched views. My job is to make you question yourself. Of course, since I present a threat, oftentimes this results in others merely questioning me rather than themselves. Oh well, what more can I do?
Q: How often can we expect further messages?
A: As often as is necessary. Typically, in the beginning, as we assemble our ranks and formulate a united course of action, there is a flurry of messages to try to coordinate ourselves within the premeditated chaos. As we organize and set about to completing the mission, things tend more and more to take care of themselves. So in the next few months you should expect to hear from me/us often; by next year and the year after, hardly at all… but by then you’ll be well grounded in knowing exactly what’s really going on.
by nielskunze on March 4, 2014
While we were thrown into the deepfreeze again, it seemed as though everything was stuck on ‘pause.’ All of Nature was saying “Hold up just a minute.” As if we had a choice!
The bitter biting cold finally broke last night. Yay! Now it promises to get very sloppy. March is a month that tends to flip-flop from winter to spring to winter and back to spring again… sometimes all in the matter of a day or two! No worries. I’ve got my boots and an extra change of clothes in my pack– always.
When the snow piles up to a foot or more, I really envy Rabbit’s ability to just effortlessly skim across the surface… creating surreal moonscapes.
Legend has it that Rabbit lives on the moon. He is the animal representative of the demiurge (false god). Normally I would refer to Rabbit in the feminine– due to her legendary fertility– but this association with the demiurge forces me into a masculine depiction. The demiurge seems overtly male to me.
Rabbit has seen the writing on the wall– or in the snow, if you will. The long reign of the false gods is coming to naught. More and more of humanity are coming out of their long bewilderment and are beginning to see through some very obvious and basic deceptions.
The month of March however will not likely be a time of overt action. It will be a time of marshalling our collective resolve. We have a great deal of ‘stuff’ to think about and to address with an eventual plan of action.
“Action will be initiated at the time of the next New Moon (March 30). As April grabs hold with new life bursting on the scene everywhere, a whole New World will finally come into being for all to see with their everyday eyes.
“In the meantime, spend your energy tidying up the old and clearing it away– both internally and externally… less phlegm and less junk. Solid new foundations cannot be properly erected on heaps of rubble. Bury it with care, returning all to the Earth for recycling… the making of brand new forms.
“It is well advised that you each prepare yourselves, for in one month hence we all scurry down the rabbit hole… to Wonderland… where your adventures begin in earnest, Alice.”
(Wake Me Gently by Alice Cooper)
by nielskunze on February 27, 2014
(Love Is How Y Make It by Gong 1973)
First, let’s talk copyrights for a moment. I’m inviting you, Dear Reader, to have a little discussion about music, consciousness, and the manifestation of worlds. While we’re “sitting” together, this is the music I’ve chosen to play in the background. Playing music in my “home” (this blog) for guests is certainly permissible… so let’s just proceed… until the copyright police come a-knocking. Then we’ll just tell them together to please fuck off.
(Sold to the Highest Buddha by Gong from the 1973 album Angel’s Egg – Part 2 of Radio Invisible Gnome)
Listening to music is one of the only activities which engages the whole human brain. That’s probably not quite true when you’ve got some inane line from a pop song on endless repeat rattling around in your cranium though. These selections are of a slightly different caliber– although not too challenging or alienating as to leave newbies to prog rock scratching their bleeding heads in utter confusion. Let us rather go gentle into imagination and neuronal fecundity…
Recently, I posted something similar which exclusively featured progressive masters Yes, primarily focusing on their 1973 effort Tales from Topographic Oceans. It was intended to unite and inspire. The response was very good!
Everything offered here today is either from 1973 or before. Those in the know realize that something highly significant occurred within humanity’s collective in 1972… It was something which made this current transition we’re now experiencing, the Slow Apocalypse, possible. What was happening musically on the planet at that time was a key feature of what transpired.
(Mixed Up Man of the Mountain by Khan from the 1972 album Space Shanty)
The common thread for these first three songs is a fellow by the name of Steve Hillage– singer, song-writer and guitar player. His involvement with Gong was rather short-lived. The band Khan was his own creation. He had extensive ties to the whole Canterbury scene in the early seventies and was hugely influential in bringing a certain spiritual awareness to progressive music. Gong was a unique organization mainly revolving around the figure of Daevid Allen and other transients cycling through a commune in France. Hillage was just one such visitor/contributor.
I could have selected any of the songs from Space Shanty; they’re all fantastic. I went with the one with the title that resonates with me personally for– hopefully– obvious reasons.
(Mister Class and Quality?/Three Friends by Gentle Giant from the 1972 album Three Friends)
Sticking for the time being with the British influence, there was perhaps no greater contributor to the relentless pushing of musical boundaries within the general rock genre than Gentle Giant. Their every effort was geared toward stretching the beliefs and expectations of their listeners as to what was even possible. Challenging time-signatures and smart lyrics became the prog standard.
Alongside contemporaries like Yes, the music of that magical era carved out vast spaces of creative imagination within humanity’s consciousness. This next selection from Yes is from their second album. The respect their musicianship demanded allowed them to explore the relationship between symphonic classical music and avant-garde rock. They were setting the tone of unabashed ambitiousness that would quickly come to the fore in later efforts once Steve Howe and Rick Wakeman joined the likes of Anderson, Squire and Bruford.
(The Prophet by Yes from the 1970 album Time and a Word)
Chris Squire was definitely the instigator of the snarling bass sound that would permeate much subsequent progressive rock music– especially that of Rush’s Getty Lee.
Now we’re getting into my favourites– the music I literally grew up on… and the music which kept me in the faith, that this life was indeed worth living, as I sensed that something monumental was being accomplished here. For a good ten years in my youth whenever I was asked who my favourite band was I could only answer with a list of five, for choosing among them was merely a matter of mood and fleeting momentary preference. Anyway, the top five were: Yes, Rush, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Jethro Tull.
(Lark’s Tongues in Aspic Part 1 by King Crimson from the 1973 album of the same name)
Whenever I brought home a new King Crimson album I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. Usually I didn’t care for it straight away. I’d have to listen to it maybe five or six times before my brain had been adequately rearranged to be able to begin to appreciate what was being offered. This is a bit of the heavier side of Crim.
(Lark’s Tongues in Aspic Part 2)
It was my brother who first introduced me to Yes and Rush. As a youngster I always read all of the liner notes from every album I got my hands on. What I found astonishing was that immediately after Yes’s most successful masterpiece to date, the album Fragile, the drummer– Bill Bruford– elected to leave the band to join up with King Crimson because he felt that Crim had more to offer in terms of innovation and creativity. Well, that’s how I got into King Crimson; I followed Bruford… and was not disappointed for even a second. Deep down I always knew that what Robert Fripp and the boys were doing was transforming the soundscape of our collective inner ear.
(Cadence and Cascade by King Crimson from the 1970 album In the Wake of Poseidon)
Just in case the preceding Lark’s Tongues was a little too heavy for your tastes (who likes aspic anyway?), Cadence and Cascade displays a completely different side to Crim. Throughout the years I have asked myself many times about King Crimson: Is this even the same band? Actually, no. Robert Fripp, the guitar player, is the only constant in the many incarnations of the Crimson King, and even he admits that King Crimson is transcendent to and independent from his own musical vision. 45 years later the Crimson beast is still kicking out face-melting originality (the photo above is the cover from their 1969 debut album).
One surefire hook for me in the early days was intelligent lyrics. King Crimson employed the services of poet Peter Sinfield as a full-fledged non-musician member of the band. As a teenager I could easily imagine myself in such a role when I grew up… still working on the growing up bit! An interesting press clipping from this era of the band proclaimed in its headline that if Wagner was alive today, he would choose to work with King Crimson!
(Captain Marvel by Return to Forever from the 1973 album Light As a Feather)
Early on I was enamoured of the contrast/affinity of flutes and rock music. Strictly speaking, this crosses over into the realm of fusion. Return to Forever were the very definition of the fusion between jazz and rock; they defined the genre for me. Chick Corea, the piano player and primary songwriter spent significant time working with Miles Davis in one of Davis’ many splendoured ensembles. Another who worked with Miles prior to all this explosive creativity of the early seventies was guitar legend John McLaughlin– but we’ll get to him momentarily.
First we’ll follow the entrancing lure of the flute to one of my most influential favourites Jethro Tull.
(excerpt from title track from the 1972 album Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull)
Jethro Tull was the historic inventor of the seed drill; there is no member of the band named Jethro, musician or otherwise. The genius of Tull resides primarily in the person of Ian Anderson. He’s the acoustic guitar player, vocalist, flute player, lyricist and main songwriter. The entirety of this album consists of a single song, Thick as a Brick, divided into two parts due to the nature of vinyl being double-sided.
(excerpt from title track from the 1972 album Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull)
Tull were just such a special phenomenon that I don’t feel much need to comment on the impact they had upon our social psyche. I’ll let the music speak for itself.
(Little Umbrellas by Frank Zappa from the 1969 album Hot Rats)
Already by late 1969 our victory over the social engineers and controlling elite was assured as evidenced by the many seminal releases of that year (but that’s a whole other blog post). Frank Zappa was right in the thick of his creative explosion between 1969 and 1973 issuing some of the most original musical compositions the world of rock had ever contemplated. His music and the many incarnations of his supporting bands were wholly genre-defying.
(Eat That Question by Frank Zappa from the 1972 album The Grand Wazoo)
I consider Frank Zappa to be the greatest composer of the twentieth century. He became much more famous later in his career when he began writing songs with highly provocative lyrics, taking jabs at the social milieu of american life in the eighties. But it was his instrumental work of the early seventies which caught my attention and my heart. Frank, you were truly one of a kind! He lived to only 53 years old, but managed to release 68 albums of astoundingly creative music in that time! Beat that! Anyone? Anyone? I dare ya!
(Awakening by The Mahavishnu Orchestra from the 1971 album Inner Mounting Flame)
Like the last musical blog post, I’m ending with a little “wake up call.” This one’s a bit more jarring than the softer classical style of Yes… as might be expected from an alarm clock from ’71. John McLaughlin is the central figure of this stellar band, stepping up to meet the expectations of a demanding musical world. Having served valuable time playing with Miles Davis, John was ready to face the challenging void instilled by Jimi Hendrix’s mortal departure in 1970. The Mahavishnu Orchestra drew upon the unlikely instrumentation of Goodman’s violin trading leads with McLaughlin’s blistering guitar and Jan Hammer’s unique keyboard style. Irishman Rick Laird held down the perfunctory bass while Billy Cobham showed the world how to play drums with frenetic precision.
I’ve presented these snippets into my and our collective past as a trigger and signpost for the emergence of what exactly is transpiring now in the world. I trust that many will recognize the seeds which were sown so very long ago which now bear fruit.
Look to tomorrow for a very important message to be posted here regarding our movement forward from this sacred place…
by nielskunze on February 26, 2014
Deer has certainly been very prominent lately… but then, when are they not? They’re in our neighbourhoods, wandering down the streets, sleeping in our gardens, nibbling on our perennials, chasing our dogs and semi-feral children. I swear I saw one the other day checking for mail in the bank of mailboxes on the corner! (Who issued that key?) We’ve been infiltrated!
Even out in the forest, there’s just no getting away from them! Evidence of their millings and moseyings zig-zags the forest path at every turn. I have no quarrel with Deer. Symbolically they represent the ‘gentle lure of nature’ and the ‘benign initiation into Forest enchantments.’ Who could take issue with that?
But when Deer shows up on my front lawn, right beside my truck, looking like this… one begins to pay closer attention! Is this some warning message from the Fairmont Hot Springs mafia? (Better than a horse’s head in my bed!) Oh wait, there is no Fairmont mafia… Or is this more akin to drawing a tarot card and having it appear upside-down in the spread, suggesting the opposite of its traditional meaning? (Bad juju?)
In all actuality and seriousness, this is quite likely the work of Riley, the neighbour dog. I’m pretty sure that in his fuzzy little mind that leaving a deer skull and spine in my front yard is just the most neighbourly thing he could fathom doing. After all, Sitka is just one of three bitches living at my house, and Riley’s always been a bit of a dirty old mutt… He’s always looking to get some! And truth be told, Sitka was obviously appreciative!
To me the message is clear: we are not moving calmly and peaceably into the Golden Age… and its novel array of benign enchantments. Oh sure, that’s indeed where we’re headed, but not without a few more hapless bankers preferring death over peace and prosperity for all… and the dire protestations of other various murderous psychopaths making their own righteous fuss. To some of the most twisted and bepretzeled minds of these trying times, the Golden Age is just too damned abhorrent to even contemplate.
But– and I mean this in the most caring, peaceful and loving way– fuck ‘em! We’re moving on anyway!
by nielskunze on February 24, 2014
Fox has been sewing new patterns of energy into the Forest Tapestry for some time already. Fox energy is predominantly feminine, although our forest representatives are a travelling pair– their tracks usually appearing together side-by-side, so one male, one female in actual physical representation. I will refer to the totemistic Fox however as feminine.
‘The purge’ has been global in scope. In our world, the feminine has been saddled with stifling nonsense for ages. There is hardly a culture on Earth who has not known and revered her energy and its ability to work in crafty, nearly undetectable, ways. But sometimes, even Fox chooses to be rather obvious.
With the protracted delay of spring, we have been forced to improvise with whatever is still on hand in the frozen landscape of our battered memories. In the absence of new green shoots, Fox was able to still utilize the brown and withered grasses of the Old World to finalize the purge. Green grass induces vomiting in canines, while the brown husks pass completely through, scrubbing phlegm from the whole G.I. tract. (Personally, I have been a phlegm monster this past week! There’s no remaining infection, but the aftereffects are still having me spit ‘oysters’ quite regularly. Gotta get it all out to make room for… something.)
Don’t you just love today’s pictures? Now that’s a healthy, foxy poop! This picture was obtained several days after the previous one. You can practically see digested mice smiling up from the styled heap!
“We are readying The World (there are 21 species of fox; the 21st card in the traditional tarot is The World) for our newest generation. Our ability to remain unseen has often been labelled as cowardice. We would call it prudence. Recently, this world has not been a safe place for the Female. Well… Fox that! We’ve fixed it.
“The Feminine must now come to the fore. She holds the sacred access to undifferentiated energy. It is the task of the Masculine to shape the energy, to suit it to a purpose. Communication– male to female– whether internally or externally expressed must be clear and precise. The Female must assume the role of the Guardian. If the Male purposes and intents are not supportive of a more nurturing world, the energy will not be forthcoming. That is the feminine prerogative.
“The Way is now clear… Hold to clarity… and firm motherly insistence.”
by nielskunze on February 22, 2014
The Spirit of Winter will not easily release its tenacious grip! Daily, Winter’s ministrations seem to plunge us deeper and deeper into the debts and depths of uncontrollable folly. The cold and the unrelenting snow appears as something happening to us.
And now I feel that I’m standing in a strange moment of discontinuity. And in this untenable place, I will admit that I am currently writing from a place of duty and obligation, more so than from true inspiration. Past pursuits are unable to hold much interest. Between the known past and the uncharted future, something monumental– yet fluid– has shifted. The winds of change have no regard for yesterday; they are not pushed from atmospheric pressures; no, they are pulled from distant yearning.
Here are we marooned on the old familiar path obliterated. We had set our course assuredly just the day before, but it has been erased again as though never had it been. Like I said, a strange discontinuity.
Drifts of snow challenge us, asking “What is the true ground of your conditioned being?” The answer is a whisper aspiring to a shout “Passivity!” We are deeply conditioned to do nothing, to wait out our own frustrations and our fears. As long as we don’t ever become proactive and creative with our seeming lot, we can remain acceptable to the status quo. The long dark teatime of our souls may continue on indefinitely…
In this pause, we are making room. Snow is a metaphor for our souls descending. The cold calculation of tomorrow’s shocking embrace is settling into our bodies now. We are becoming inspirited into the flesh; horizons of new inspiration await our first tentative footsteps… not this mere trudging through the snow.
The sun shines from your own breast! Truly. Kindle it. Warm yourselves. Our spirits have always huddled together… coordinating this grand pageant in which we’re just now learning to finally act! Embrace the discontinuity; touch tomorrow with warming smiles… just another mile to go…
by nielskunze on February 20, 2014
As I extend my rarified percipience within the tumultuous puissance of humanity’s collective, I find a bit too much of the ‘giving up’ energy. The extended narrative of our imminent deliverance has recently broken many warriors down. Lately I’m being asked “How do we keep the faith through these ‘ugly’ moments?”
Each of us holds different criteria for meeting the burden of proof. Proof of what? That this journey is real and worthwhile… and not just some random gyrations in a purposeless void.
I made some critical choices so very long ago when I was just a silly confused teenager. I decided early on that the victory of the just and good was absolutely assured… if gems of creative complex beauty were disseminated in the wide world with understated regularity. I saw– or rather heard– the singing jewels everywhere!
(Ritual – Overture)
There were certain artists– like Yes– who celebrated our eventual victory already in the early seventies. Their work was so beyond the ability of the controllers to even understand, it went unchallenged.
They were sowing the seeds for these moments we’re living right now… 40 years later. These are the complex patterns of encouragement… affirmations of human vitality. Music engages the whole brain, the entire being. Allow it to assuage your doubts…
(The Revealing Science of God – Dance of the Dawn)
“Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten,
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transferred through moments of days undersearching earth
Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose,
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructors sharp
And tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Wont to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.”
I think the lads were onto something…
These excerpts are from the 1973 album Tales from Topographic Oceans which was utterly unique for its time, being a double album featuring only four songs– each of which took the entire side of a vinyl record. It was such a departure from the norm that the album ‘drove’ Rick Wakeman– the keyboardist– to abandon his mates at the conclusion of its worldwide tour. (He would later return in 1977– but more about that in a bit.)
“What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
I must have waited all my life for this
The future poised with the splendour just begun
The light we were as one
And crowded through the curtains of liquid into sun”
(The Remembering – High the Memory)
The inspiration for the album reportedly comes from a lengthy footnote in the Autobiography of a Yogi, describing four rather obscure scriptures.
“Force the bit between the mouth of freedom didn’t we learn to fly
Remember to sail the skies
Will we reach
Other skylines to hold you”
Here they just slip in the phrase “fail safe now” to let the world know that victory is already assured; we mustn’t sweat it. I took the message to heart at a very young age.
All the passion spent on one cross
Sail the futile wars they suffer
We advance we retrace our story, fail safe now”
(The Ancient Giants Under the Sun)
The ancient giants under the sun…
“As one with knowledge and magic of the source
Attuned to the majesty of music
They marched as one with Earth”
This is just pure artistry, unparalleled in rock music from any era!
“So the flowering creativity of life wove its
Web face to face with the shallow
And their gods sought out and conquered; Ah Kin”
And I too heard a million voices singing…
(Nous Sommes du Soleil)
“Change we must as surely as time does
Changes call the course
Held inside we enter daybreaks
Asking for… asking for
Sent as we sing our music’s total retain
As we try and consider
We receive all we venture to give”
We are the sun… and we all love when we play…
And “clearer companions shall call to be near you”
This excerpt seems to complete in 1977 what was begun in 1973… the call to mass awakening…
“High Vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be
Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here
Be here now
Here we can be…
AWAKEN GENTLE MASS TOUCH…
AWAKEN GENTLE MASS TOUCHING…”
May this serve to inspire and fortify your resolve!
by nielskunze on February 19, 2014
Personally, I feel that I’ve just gone through… something… and come out the other side. New and improved? That remains to be seen.
You may recall that I’ve often referred to myself as the “canary in the coal mine.” Am I a forerunner? Perhaps. So what’s going on? Quite a damn bit, I’d wager.
Blood was spilled very close to home… and only a very short time before our arrival on the scene. My parents had walked this portion of the path merely two hours before Sitka and me, and there had been no blood. All the tracks in the area belonged to Deer… and us observers.
Less than five minutes after documenting the trails of blood, a mule deer awaited our arrival beside the ascending trail. She had a tale to tell, but alas Sitka was all fired up and chased her away instead. The pursuit only lasted about ten seconds, and upon her return, Sitka got the full lecture about why we don’t go chasing our informants away. Admittedly, she will likely have to hear the lecture a few more times before she understands my admonishment and intent. (She’s still just a puppy– not even six months old.)
It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining brightly in a mostly clear blue sky. There was a strong breeze blowing from the south, warming and sculpting. It was difficult to muster any real feelings of dread, despite the obvious omens already encountered.
Further on we contacted a silly lone human in his truck beneath the power line. He was busily doing something in the cab of his parked truck as we approached. When these sorts of things happen out in the middle of bloody nowhere, I usually imagine that the guy is just rewrapping the dead body he’s come out here to dispose of. I don’t like to startle these types of folks. Just then Sitka barked as she too saw the movement through the driver side window. The serial killer had finally noticed us… and came out to greet us.
As it turns out, I didn’t get a bad feeling from the guy at all, and he was quite pleased to give Sitka a pet and have a little chat… once he’d gotten over the surprise of another silly human with his pesky dog appearing in these fields of barren obscurity in the middle of a heavily snow-laden winter. Yeah, no one ever expects to see me out there. Obviously they’re not reading my blog; shame on them!
So what does it all mean? Well… the Slow Apocalypse is accelerating and gaining a fair bit of momentum. March promises to be a rather tumultuous month. There will very soon be some significant adjustments forcing their way into all of our lives. They might even draw a little “blood” in the process… but there’s no need to assume that anyone needs to be mortally wounded.
Coyote and Wolf have also been attendant upon the scene, reminding us that community is the answer to the inevitable confusion we feel as individuals adapting to the coming changes and revelations. (Sitka, don’t eat poop!)
And finally, beneath the thick blanket of sacred geometry– the snowflake quilt– spring is readying her initial preparations. I expect the pendulum to swing wildly for at least a month to six weeks, starting right… about… nnnnow!
by nielskunze on February 16, 2014
Yeah, you see what I did there…
Sometimes winter can be a bit harsh. Every cell in my body got squeezed like a tube of industrial toothpaste (whatever that might be). Nastiness oozed and streamed from every orifice as I sneezed my head clean off!
I get a little sick every three years or so… so this time was pretty much right on schedule. Don’t worry though, it’s only intense for about 36 to 48 hours… which are now thankfully over.
I’ve always viewed these minor bouts of illness as a cleanse and purge program, more than the result of a sudden infection. It’s more likely the bits of nastiness I’ve accumulated over the past three years that just had to come out before my body could be ready to handle the next phase of the magical journey. Cocooned in layers of mucous, it’s mostly all out now. (How do those oysters get inside my lungs anyway??)
I’ve never missed a day of work due to illness, and since the Forest Report is my new vocation, I forced myself up the hill yesterday too. All in all it was about a quarter of the distance we usually do, but it was quite enough to get me thoroughly exhausted… which was my plan. When I get sick, I like to force the issue to come quickly to a climax (like squishing a zit). I really don’t like dragging it out.
It inevitably forces me to do everything right for a few days, giving my physical body absolutely everything it could possibly need to mop up the mess. Subsequently, I thought I’d share some of the things I feel are of tremendous benefit in seeing me quickly through such bouts of indignity.
Okay, broken records first… vitamin D and lots of it, like 5,000 IU every few hours. Plenty of vitamin C too, in the form of camu camu berry powder and whole lemon lemonade which includes the pith and peel and even seeds. I took extra antioxidants too in the form of astaxanthin. For three days I took a vile each day of Quintessential Optimal Mineralization to make sure that I was topped up on all of the trace minerals which are sorely lacking in our overall food supply. And then iodine; that one was a bit surprising. I use a nascent form of liquid iodine which I place on my skin to see how quickly my body absorbs it through my skin. The more quickly it’s absorbed, the more deficient my body is at that moment. At the first application of 4 drops placed on my forearm, it had completely disappeared within 2 hours. That’s extremely rapid! Needless to say I’ve been keeping my arm painted an odd shade of iodine orange ever since. The absorption rate is beginning to slow down now. I fed myself on bone broth with truckloads of fresh garlic added. I know it’s working when I can smell garlic in the house the next day. I can. Yesterday I couldn’t taste or smell anything at all… and for a hedonist like me, that sucks! Finally, there’s the specialty herbal teas. In times of transition, cleansing and/or purging, adaptogens are especially helpful. Adaptogens help the body to cope with stress, moving it back toward homeostasis (baseline). Some of my favourite herbs are tulsi, gynostemma, cat’s claw, nettles, chaga, astragalus, ginseng and schizandra berry… tasty and oh-so-magical!
I’m so much better today than I was yesterday, I’m tending toward infinity and invincibility. I think I’m ready for spring now. How about you?