by nielskunze on April 19, 2014
For the three of you left who don’t already know, the word “apocalypse” means to reveal or unveil. And in case you haven’t guessed, we live in times of revelation.
So for the past week, we have encountered Eagle six out of seven days. This latest trip in the rain was one of the more startling of these interactions. As the wind whipped the spattered rain directly into my face, as we travelled south along the power line, I could clearly hear Eagle’s call up ahead. That had never happened before. Trying to be more diligent, I immediately dug the GoPro out of my pack and kept it at the ready in my hand… eyes to the skies…
Well as everybody knows, a watched pot never boils… just as the anticipated eagle never shows itself. It seems that every time that I have the camera in hand, I encounter quite a lot of nothing. Only when the camera is safely stowed in the zippered pouch on my backside do the animals come to visit.
We had just decided to cut the walk short because we were already both soaked– though I was the only one who seemed to care– when, with camera abandoned again, as we turned toward home, Eagle flew up from a nearby tree and quickly disappeared over the eastern treetops. Dammit! Missed again!
At just that precise moment, Sitka was busy hunting… rather successfully.
It was only the day before that Sitka heard for the very first time the squeak of Columbia Ground Squirrel– newly awakened. She figured out immediately that all those holes in the ground were the intriguing source of some new springtime fun.
Clearly, Ground Squirrel is a favourite prey animal of Eagle, so this serves to reinforce the significance of our encounter with Eagle. Ground Squirrel is the keeper of deep, dark secrets. From the labyrinthian conspiracy of underground tunnels, he seldom brings much to light.
This day the message is clear. With the consistency of Eagle’s presence over the past week, we can expect some groundbreaking revelations to come to light very soon (particularly from/about the US)… to be purified in the cleansing rain. Pay attention; stay strong!
And just in case we’re a bit squeamish and offended by Sitka’s actions, remember: she’s only doing what canines naturally do. And if it’s any consolation, the ground squirrel was a male, not a pregnant female or anything. (You can check his substantial testicular endowment yourself!)
by nielskunze on April 18, 2014
“Why don’t you ever shut up?” (To be read with the voice of Apu Nahasapeemapetilon.)
We’re all very familiar with Squirrel’s chatty and downright twitchy ways. Would you believe me if I told you that he wouldn’t hold still for the camera? Sitka loves him anyway.
(Cat’s Squirrel by Cream from their 1966 album Fresh Cream)
I hope that you can appreciate this song offering, for there aren’t that many serious songs about squirrels out there. I had to reach so far back into my brain to retrieve this one that I think I dislocated a shoulder! ’66 was the year I was born. I see this song as paving the way for Black Sabbath’s debut in 1970 which also featured the interplay of electric guitar and harmonica.
Anywho… Between Squirrel and Raven, all the Forest news and gossip is passed around from tree to tree at 343 metres per second. They don’t let you get away with nothin’ out there!
Here, Sitka uncovered a cache in the moss. She kept thrusting her nose into the entrance and pulling out great horking gobs of Usnea and leaves. Usnea is that black or green stuff that hangs from the dead branches of trees.
Yeah, that’s the stuff! (It has anti-microbial properties and supports immune function.)
Anyway, Squirrel is a gemini… or perhaps bi-polar. You’d think with all the time he spends on preparedness that he’d be about the most chill of the Forest rodents. Honestly, he’s a bit of a twit!
So are your underground bunkers well stocked? What, no bunkers? Okay, it’s not likely to be that severe anyway… but just realize that the Slow Apocalypse is bearing down right now for a major movement! Unplug the fan, and tell the monkeys to keep their hands in their pockets; it still might get messy! But who’ll notice when all the kids’ faces are covered in chocolate anyway!
Happy Easter! And may all your eggs be fully hard boiled… and your attitudes not so much!
by nielskunze on April 17, 2014
Look, I said it was getting mythic; I wasn’t kidding.
Our ongoing avian theme was maintained by the pair of geese from last week. Everything seems to come as a reinforcement now… We’re on the right track; we just have to make the breakthrough. (For the record, we did not encounter Eagle or Vulture this day… but Goose’ll do.)
I know it’s hard to see him here, but Goose was honking like a drunk caught in traffic when we got down to the river. This boisterous pair were shouting equal measures of warning and encouragement. They know the true proportions of what’s going on this month!
And just in case there was any lingering doubt, Sitka managed to come up with another fish encased in ice a few minutes later. I really don’t know how she does it!
Our traditional Mother Goose stories have run their course. Like the river which overran its banks several times last year, we’re called upon to cut new channels and write brand new scripts to take us into this burgeoning spring.
I was excited to add a new flavour to this year’s early harvest as Wild Tarragon re-emerged on the Mesa. It’s exotic and delicious, a true inspiration!
It’s tempting to look backwards, over our shoulders, but wouldn’t it be better if the immediate future wasn’t so damn predictable? Goose asks “Can’t your imaginations come up with something better?” Indeed, what new recipe’s for futures undreamed might we now come up with?
Man, I tell ya, when this dinosaur egg hatches… woah, look out, all bets are off! I’m hoping for Dragon or Pterodactyl. All the giant birds have left quite an impression on me. I’d like to join them in the sky now please!
Have I gone too far? Am I too far gone? Not hardly! We’re shocked and outraged and really quite disbelieving when terrible things manifest… but when it comes to calling forth the outrageous good… who will proclaim such latent possibilities if not me? You? Yes please!
by nielskunze on April 16, 2014
Well, at least one aspect of the message is very clear: Keep your eyes to the skies.
So much is happening in the skies these days. Anyone with even a passing interest in astrology likely knows that these last two weeks of April promise to be some of the most intensely energetic times in an epoch. It was kicked off a couple of nights ago with the “Blood Moon.” (I normally wouldn’t refer to this event with its negatively connoted name, but after the worst mass slaying in my hometown’s (Calgary) history on that very night– an apparently unmotivated act of sheer lunacy– I’m obligated otherwise.)
Surprisingly, on this day we were met by a pair of Turkey Vultures. It seems that Sitka and I kind of snuck up on them– a very rare and difficult thing to do with these incredible raptors. It is my guess that this pair may be nesting on the hoodoo/cliff face where we encountered them. I couldn’t get a clear shot of the birds with my camera, but I did get a closeup view of the red head, confirming that these very large birds were indeed vultures.
Normally, when Turkey Vulture attends a kill, at least one member of the gang will circle above the fray serving as a lookout for the crew feasting below. These two whom we saw up close for a few brief seconds never took to circling in the sky at all. Additionally, Sitka gave no indication that she could smell the rotting remains of any carcass nearby. Hence, I am concluding that they are either nesting or looking to nest in the area. Of note is that last year this is precisely the same area where I repeatedly encountered Richard, the Turkey Vulture, for about a week straight, so it may be a traditional nesting site.
The above photo is taken from the Mesa, looking back upon the lookout where we encountered Vulture. The place in question is more in the foreground of the pic where just a few hoodoos stand amidst the forest where the power line can be seen swooping down across the creek below. Vultures tend to build their nest directly on the ground, so this seems like a very suitable safe place for raising a young one.
Turkey Vulture is a very powerful totem animal… and truly a magnificent bird, despite its nefarious reputation. It is the go-between for life and death, a terrestrial connection to the greater spirit, and and instigator of brand New Visions. They are the most gravity-defying of all creatures, hardly ever having to flap their huge wings as they effortlessly ride the thermal air currents. Their message is often one of purification in the face of a coming expansion of consciousness.
A message of resurrection is reinforced by the proliferation of crocuses now blooming on the Mesa. Here I was showing numbers rather than detail.
Also of note on this day was the brief encounter with Eagle for the fourth day in a row. I was busy beside the swamp investigating the fresh signs of bear, including a little poop from a cub and possible little footprints from the same…. when the rush of large beating wings passed above me again. It was the smaller, younger female again.
It’s a bit dangerous walking through the forest with my eyes primarily trained upon the treeline above. I stumble frequently… but the skies are so full of activity I can’t help myself! And then there’s the wagging finger of threatening storms to watch for too… (This was the first time Sitka heard thunder; she handled it well.)
Earth and Sky are squeezing a New Reality from us; the activity is relentless. I’m excited by all the happenings, but I fully admit that it isn’t always totally comfortable. I think we still have at least a couple more weeks of heavy duty adjustment period. Hang in there!
by nielskunze on April 15, 2014
You may have noticed that I’m on a bit of a roll these days, posting pretty much every day. I don’t have much of a choice. The amount of communication I’m receiving out there is exciting and a bit overwhelming! So let’s get caught up…
The overall theme is still one of transformation– a deep abiding metamorphosis-type of transformation. The numbers and varieties of butterflies we’re encountering is growing exponentially by the day. And still… there’s nary a flower other than the crocuses on the Mesa, so I’m pretty sure that these painted acrobats of joyful indulgence are living on nothing more than “sunshine and love, baby!”
Next, the eagles have maneuvered themselves prominently into our consciousness by closely interacting with us three days in a row now. This time the walk was nearly finished, as the truck was already in sight when both eagles could be seen briefly through the treetops circling above us. I confirmed again with the binoculars that they were indeed Bald Eagles, and likely the very same pair from the days before. The correlation with the woodpeckers also held true as we encountered four of them on a power pole before the eagle encounter. The ratio of two woodpeckers for each eagle is also holding true.
The fact of Eagle’s consistent reassurance should have our spirits soaring! This ain’t no trifling thing!
Additionally, for the past week or more, Sitka and I have been on the lookout for signs of the great forest sovereign, Brother Bear. First Sitka located a small pile of poop which definitely looked bearish, but was very small– evidence of a young cub. She tasted it to my usual refrain of “Sitka, don’t eat poop!” She agreed immediately that bear poop isn’t nearly as good as the nuggets and morsels of elk and deer poop. Good dog.
At a nearby puddle we found two footprints which very much look like they were laid down by “Mama.” So I guess that Brother Bear is actually Sister Bear… with a little one… or two… or three, perhaps. We shall see.
Our sovereignty is a reclamation, a reclamation of our very souls. Bear energy is a fierce ally to appropriate in these exceptionally volatile times. Rest assured, the master of sovereignty is attendant upon the scene. Together we had to disperse a chemtrail that was stitched into the sky directly above. Why do they even bother? Yes, I’m here with a whole host of friends and allies… and we’re adept at sending your nefarious intentions right back to you, oh sorry chemtrailers!
And finally, in the interest of being responsible to my readership, I briefly need to address a concern with my daily foraging. As I’ve reported, I eat wild onions out in the woods every day… and I have a dog who likes to share in whatever I’m sampling. I’ve always known that onions were on the list of things that dogs shouldn’t eat, and as I peeled the outer layers off of my selections, Sitka was in the habit of picking them up and eating them. I actively discouraged her, and promised I would look into the danger of onions more closely.
Okay, so it turns out that onions are definitely toxic to canines… even possibly fatally so. A dog the size of Sitka would have to eat about a cup of onion to get into any serious danger, though. My discarded peelings don’t pose a credible threat, but I’m burying them in the ground anyway. Onion toxicity reduces the carrying capacity of the hemoglobin molecule as well as shortens the lifespan of red blood cells in dogs. The symptoms of poisoning therefore mimic anemia. Just in case anyone else is imitating my actions, be warned that the danger exists.
We’re mostly caught up now… but stayed tuned as there’s currently about a million interesting things in motion…!
by nielskunze on April 14, 2014
We had just gotten to the road beside the swamp, a couple of hundred metres from where we first saw the eagle the day before. Sitka was sniffing out bones behind me…
Up and to my left there was the sound of sails flapping in a sudden gust, loud like the thick canvas from a full-sized pirate ship. (I was pretty sure there weren’t any pirate ships currently in the swamp.) He swooped down right in front of me and then flew along the road we had just joined. It was the biggest, most majestic and regal Bald Eagle I had ever seen. His wingtips nearly brushed the trees on either side of the road; his stark white tail feathers were fanned out wider than the width of my shoulders. It seemed that he was ten times the size of the Bald Eagle we had encountered the day before! (That may be an exaggeration… but I’m not sure!) Sitka went chasing after him for a moment, and I thought “No, you foolish dog! He could scoop you up easily!” He disappeared over the treetops in the distance instead.
It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I was only able to film him subsequently in flight high above, so his magnificent size is impossible to discern.
With one hand I was filming with the GoPro, and with the other I was following his flight with a pair of binoculars. The white of his head and his tail feathers glinted in the bright sunshine like polished silver! I’ve never seen anything like that!
I’m beginning to think now that what I’m encountering out near the swamp is a nesting pair. The day before we had met the younger and smaller female– a very average Bald Eagle. And now we had had the privilege of meeting her incredible mate. I guess it’s time to wander a bit through the swamp looking for their nesting sight which likely isn’t too far. There’s certainly plenty of dead snags in the swamp that would make for excellent nesting platforms. I’ll just have to be careful that Sitka doesn’t get mistaken for eagle snacks!
Prior to each of these respective encounters, we were visited by separate pairs of woodpeckers too. Since it happened both times I’m granting it some significance.
Sitka loves chasing the woodpeckers too because their swooping flight patterns bring them often close to the ground just out of tantalizing reach. The way the spectacular mature eagle began his flight was very reminiscent of Woodpecker’s characteristic swoop too.
The beat of Woodpecker’s drum signals imminent change. A whole new rhythm for life’s dance can now be expected. Additionally, the black and white colouring of Woodpecker reminds us to see things with clarity and unity. Black and white are polar opposites, but it makes no sense to merely choose one over the other, for the living being of Woodpecker must incorporate both.
These encounters are truly becoming mythic. The indomitable spirit of Earth has reawakened… and it is astonishing in its glory!
by nielskunze on April 13, 2014
Modern tyrants are sticklers for paperwork. Before any heinous act they’re prepared to commit, they make sure to secure the appropriate court order or injunction… and even have the laws changed if necessary. Assholes and douchebags with political clout will always claim to have the law on their side.
Now, speaking of assholes and douchebags, special agent Love (yeah, apparently that’s his real–though flagrantly ironic– name) of the BLM was no exception to the above stated policy, in his recent dealings with the armed rebellion in Nevada this past week. Of course the Feds had the law on their side; they change the laws on a whim to suit their agenda in flagrant and frequent violation of the constitution. That’s how tyrants operate; Hitler did.
Anyway, I’m glad to see that the American Revolution version 2.0 is finally officially underway… and round one scores a victory for the people without a single shot being fired. Nice job!
I’m reminded of a piece I wrote last year as a bit of comedy, but its point is valid in the above context. It’s called Uprisers and the Polite Revolution. The active link takes you to the audio version, so you can just sit back and listen. (As I did the narration, it was all I could do to keep myself from slipping into a very bad British accent as a tribute/parody of Monty Python.) I hope you enjoy this bit of recycled nonsense… and understand its message… which may very soon become relevant to us all here on planet Earth.
by nielskunze on April 13, 2014
Okay, this follows directly on the heels of yesterday’s Report… it’s like the followup. But first, let’s start with a song I’ve selected for its insightful lyrical content.
(Just a Game by Triumph from their 1979 album of the same name)
Unless you’re Canadian, you probably haven’t heard of Canada’s other power rock trio. While Rush was exploring epic arrangements with odd time signatures, Triumph was taking an altogether more straight ahead rock approach. Both bands were flourishing during the late seventies and early eighties when music in general was being severely dumbed down by the insinuation of disco, punk and new wave.
Now, onto the startling significance of all which transpired in the woods…
Before we reach the swamp, there’s a definitive corner which the path must round, and there’s no way to know in advance what’s going to be around that corner. I always proceed with an air of anticipation. This time however, our approach was deftly foreshadowed by a large bird of prey waiting for us before the turn who flew from its perch beside our path to the other side of the swamp… around the corner.
It happened so fast I was swearing to myself because I’d missed it. “What was that?” Fortunately, Bald Eagle was there just around the corner waiting for us in the most obvious place possible.
I grabbed the binoculars to get a good closeup look to confirm that it indeed was a Bald Eagle. As I began filming I said aloud “Fly for me,” and well…
I always get excited by eagle visitations, especially when they seem very direct and deliberate, not at all coincidental. Eagle was there for us, no doubt. When discerning animal symbolism, we are reminded to consider the symbology of the prey animals on which the predators feed as well. It wasn’t more than two minutes after our encounter with the eagle that Sitka came up with a mouse… again… but this time she made no mistake and swiftly killed it.
Yesterday’s post had us pursuing and mortally wounding the Devil himself (as represented by mouse). This time he was unable to slip back into the tangled shadows of the long grass. And just to make sure, Sitka soon went about the dismembering. (I stopped filming as it got a bit macabre.)
What’s interesting is that just prior to this incident in the woods, I was contemplating the recent announcement that the US had once again decided to reject the proposed banking reforms at the IMF which would allow other countries, especially the BRICS alliance, to have a fairer say in global financing matters. The US was belligerently refusing to concede one iota of their hegemonic control. Additionally, my mind was flitting upon the standoff in Nevada between the Feds and a crapload of pissed-off patriots… (If you only consult the lamestream media, you may have missed this watershed story entirely. CNN doesn’t cover news in which the government comes off looking stupid unless it’s to cover up and distract from something even stupider.)
The eagle, especially Bald Eagle, has long been a symbol for the US. With its clear connection to spirit, it certainly doesn’t represent the the recalcitrant oligarchs of Earth’s most terrifying nation. It is the soaring spirit of the people… reawakened. After our encounter I was fully expecting to come home to some good news in terms of a victory for the people over oppressive forces… which is exactly what occurred in Nevada.
And just to reinforce the significance of our encounter, Sitka very shortly came up with another favourite prey animal of Eagle once we got down to the river. I honestly don’t know how she comes up with these things.
The momentum is now on the side of the good. The devilish masks are dropping… rapidly. Stay tuned as freedom springs!
by nielskunze on April 12, 2014
The most innocent among us can catch out the Devil easily…
Sitka is always pouncing in the tall grass like a hungry coyote. This time I could tell right away that she’d actually caught something rustling beneath the brown matted remains of last year’s bounty. As I quickly reached for my camera, she came up from the ground with a fat field mouse in her mouth. By the time I got the film rolling, she had put the mouse down on the matted ground again… and it escaped… leaving behind a considerable trail of blood…
Sometimes I’m required to extend a metaphor beyond its typical carrying capacity. This is one such occasion; feel free to report me to the literary police if you must. (They only got all C’s in high school too.)
Mouse symbolizes attention to detail… and everybody knows that the devil’s in the details… ergo, Sitka leapt upon ol’ Satan himself in the long grass and shadows.
Evil’s cunning is a slippery thing! For decades, personally, I have consistently downplayed the role of evil in the world, thinking that the manifestation of evil is hardly more than the personal failings of misguided individuals. Recently however, I have been forced to look more deeply into the matter… into the very real transpersonal nature of evil in our modern world.
Whether we refer to it as the System of Antichrist, the False Light Realms of the Demiurge, or as the psycho-spiritual virus of Malignant Egophrenia (ME disease)– also known to the Cree as wetiko, evil in our world is no simple matter to be brushed off as mere personal error. No, it is far more pernicious and endemic than once I had thought!
Make no mistake, though. The true face of evil is currently being flushed from the shadows, as its voracious and insatiable appetite forces it into ever bolder expressions and undertakings. It can no longer be easily ignored. Evil’s unfettered narcissism is showing its true face and the tired old deflections and misdirections are failing to divert humanity’s attention. We’re not being so easily fooled anymore by those claiming to represent the greater good while they loot, plunder and rape at will.
Yes, we have a huge shadow to integrate collectively… but fortunately, this shadow bleeds… profusely, leaving a trail even the dullest among us can follow…
Necessity joins us to the hunt!
by nielskunze on April 11, 2014
The Dance of Joy just doesn’t let up! Here’s Sitka dancing with a butterfly:
(Dancing Madly Backwards by Captain Beyond from their 1972 debut album.)
I was thinking Iron Butterfly because these butterflies are tough ass motherfuckers! I swear they must eat ice and mud or some such thing. But the only song from the lads of Iron Butterfly that might be appropriate is Ina-gadda-da-vida, which we’ve all heard a million times, so I selected this piece from Captain Beyond instead. Captain Beyond was first formed in 1971 as a supergroup comprised of two ex-Iron Butterfly members, a Deep Purple alumni and a fellow from Johnny Winter’s group. This most appropriate song was released in that ever-so-pivotal year of 1972. I bet most of you have never heard it before. You’re welcome.
We’ve seen at least a dozen butterflies this spring already. Other than the crocuses depicted in our last post, there’s nary a flower out there, so how they get their sustenance is a bit of a mystery. I think maybe they’ve mastered the art of living on “sunshine and love, baby!”
Sitka really wants to learn to fly, and I think butterfly is an appropriate teacher, since their odd construction resembles aerial contraptions from before the Wright brothers. How do those things fly anyway? I myself am thinking about strapping a couple of Picasso canvases to my arms and joining them.
We don’t have time to mourn any caterpillars. The time of unabashed gluttony is over. I’m ready to savour joy with my feet. How about you?