by nielskunze on April 18, 2015
In the sure knowingness that neutrality widens my perspective from the limited choices of an either/or-polarized stance, I aspire to remain in neutral witness to my experience in the ever-present Now. By not automatically choosing sides in every conflict I encounter, I survey a larger, transcendent field of choices, including those choices that might best restore a natural balance to any said conflict. From a neutral perspective, I acknowledge that all polarized pairs of opposites have a right to exist, even at their extremes– and every expression in between; but in neutrality, I can choose to refrain from participating in polarized or dualistic agendas… and still act through my Being. The thrust of my thoughts and behaviour, coming from neutrality, is ever in the direction of seeking the remedy and resolution inherent in restoring and maintaining a natural balance within all situations. Living Nature is my guide.
It is easy for me to see that the very Spirit of Life does not, and cannot, choose sides in polarized conflict; for Life or Nature is the greater, transcendent context which is wholly unable to inveigle itself, to invest itself partially, in fleeting linear strife. Nature remains neutral, motivated only by an inherent need for balance; for only in balance can such diversity and complexity– as is found here on Earth– find lasting expression and fulfillment in this experience. In just such a way, I identify with the greater, transcendent context in which conflict may arise, rather than trying to reduce myself to a one-directional faction within the conflict, trying desperately to ‘win.’
I share neutrality with Nature, with the Earth, with the planetary Being and with my Innermost Self; in neutrality, I am in good company!
In no way does Being in neutrality limit or discourage my ability to feel the full range and intensity of my emotions in all situations. Rather, neutrality grants me the infinite space in which to experience my emotions authentically, in a way that allows them to inform my considered behaviour, as opposed to immediately spurring a conditioned reaction instead. Neutrality is not bland, washed-out, or featureless… just as it is not crass, maniacal or fanatical; no, the neutral perspective is the infinite space in consciousness that allows and contains them all– all the qualities of Being– in simultaneity. And as my experience Here Now begins to ripen, I see that the Neutral Witness sees easily through the relative plane of endless polarity; it sees right through it, to my Innermost Self. In neutrality, I hold up a mirror to myself, and to the world, in order to discover where their perceived differences still lie. And those perceived differences, between the world and me, are just persistent places, where I’m drawn into polarity.
Neutrality is the path homeward… for integrating every experience I’ve had, in this lifetime and any other… for bringing them all equally within my Being, and presenting them– without bias– to the Living Spirit at my core.
by nielskunze on April 16, 2015
Sometimes I don’t have my camera in hand during moments when it would be kickass to have my camera in hand! Some of these Forest encounters are very brief, and at other times, my hands are busy with foraging activities. Luckily though, I’m an author, and I have an inkling of how words might be strung together in order to ‘paint a picture.’
It was the day after Master Red-Tail’s historic narration had been shared with the world. I already felt pretty good about that sharing and was busy entertaining another sort of sublime satisfaction as we (the dogs and I) approached the openness of the power-line from the winding quad track through the dense forest. My hands were busy shoving freshly-picked juniper berries into my front pocket; I always have juniper berries in my front pocket; yeah, I’m that guy!
Master Red-Tail was waiting for us… right where we daily emerge from beneath the thick canopy. He was perched halfway up a tree along the western edge of the power-line cutline. As soon as he saw us, he took flight, right toward us, swooping low across the narrow wedge of grassland. He skimmed just a few feet above the ground and then flew right over our heads. Magnificent! If I’d had a mind for collecting hawk feathers, I could have grabbed a handful as he passed by.
This is the last leftover pic from the day of the oration. (I’m not too sure what’s up with that rabbinical lock of curled feathers at his breast.)
Now, you might think that a large hawk swooping right above you is in some way a threatening gesture. The very distinct sense I got however was one of total approval. Master Red-Tail was happy with us and with the general situation… and I thanked him for the confirmation. (The dogs too are fascinated by the activities of raptors.)
The next compelling encounters to report all involve turkey vultures. For two solid days I was seeing them everywhere! Driving home from my walk, I saw three of them fly over my truck. Stepping outside the front door of our favourite local restaurant that evening, another one disappeared among the treetops of the RV park. And then yesterday, within a minute of setting off from the truck to begin our walk, we were greeted by another turkey vulture who deigned to escort us up the mountain. He only came into sight occasionally as he flew in and out of the tops of the trees.
Turkey Vulture energy always excites me. In my opinion they are the most impressive flyers of all, making their aerial antics look ridiculously effortless. And they are metaphorically the cleanup crew who prepare the way for a New Vision to take hold. In the span of just a few days I had encountered at least a dozen of them! That has to be significant!
Then we encountered that familiar harbinger of New Beginnings, Robin. This one’s breast was extra bright, I noticed, as he cheered us on our way.
This spring’s slow and steady pace seemed to be a bit of a healing for the land and all its denizens and visitors. Things had still remained a bit dry for the fecundity of new growth to really take hold. So when during the night a major new snowfall blanketed the valley, we were grateful for the much-needed moisture.
This looks back across the valley from the Mesa. My house is at the base of that mountain range. A fair bit of snow had fallen, but it looked more like a very heavy frost from afar.
At the beginning of the year, the Forest had been standoffish, as though there was something I just wasn’t getting… and until I did, the Forest was keeping its distance. I’ve stopped bringing my preferred agendas to lay at the feet of this sagacious landscape. I’m listening more, with less bias, to whatever the Forest has to tell me… on its own terms.
All is well. A new relationship has begun… and I think we’re all going to be ultimately pleased with where we’re collectively heading…
by nielskunze on April 15, 2015
This week’s given topic was Freedom and/or Liberation.
When it comes to freedom, it is the loose structure and inherent ambiguity of poetry which ‘captures’ the free Spirit for me… so I wrote this little poem:
The Commerce of Freedom Here
Nature defines my freedom
in this earthly experience,
Chiefly through my biology
and its integration with the biosphere.
My experience of freedom
Must stand among the Living.
Ignorance, it appears to me,
Is the obvious enemy
of my Free Nature;
For, what I don’t know
about optimizing my biology,
And all the countless ways
it can interact with the whole of Life…
Limits my experience
Is one of selling off our freedom
For the ultimate promise
of a saviour:
The Great and Absolute Banker
will magically restore ourselves to ourselves
Because, for some reason,
we don’t think we can do it…
And do we even have time
How do you stretch freedom
along a straight line?
It’s not platonically geometric either;
It’s all curvy
I remember I thought,
a time before
That total independence
was the epitome of freedom
But as it turns out,
It’s total INTER-dependence,
With All Life
as though it’s One,
That epitomizes freedom
What it might be like
Were in harmony
So very different from
This selling of ourselves and others
For promises bound in linear time,
I would imagine…
And perfectly free
To deal with it.
Please join us at the Mystical Masters Facebook Group for additional perspectives and the full discussion.
by nielskunze on April 14, 2015
(An audio of the Author’s Narration is forthcoming shortly and will be embedded here.)
Standing Now in knowingness that my internal Life-Spirit is the very same Life-Spirit internally linked to the planetary Being who is the provider of all that I Am in this living earthly embodiment, I call for total transparency in all my dealings with the inhabitants of, the visitors to, and the communicators with, this Earth. I stand firm in Living partnership with Earth Mother in this demand for forthright clarity in all interactions, exchanges and communications upon this planetary timeline for which Earth Mother is the ultimate arbiter. I accept and support the planetary Will in matters of what will and will not be permitted to manifest within this organic timeline, providing that all such manifestations be fully disclosed in complete transparency to all who reside here. It is these eyes, lit with the Life-Spirit coming internally through the core of the planet, which see all in complete transparency. It is my position, as an earthling, that any intentions harbouring deception at their core cannot be supported by the Life-Spirit we share; Spirit cannot Live in deceit.
I demand transparency as the only solvent necessary to insure an obvious equality among all Living Beings; transparency renders us All equal. I recognize that privacy is a symptom of the disease of elitism; if no one has any secrets, there’s no need for privacy. I AM willing to give up my personal need for secrets for the institution of complete global transparency… and for as long as transparency is maintained, equality is assured. Conversely, persistent perceived inequality is the measure of a lacking transparency.
I declare that I have a natural right to transparency. As it is this I AM presence who wields freewill in the experience of this Earthly reality– making the decisions, I have an intrinsic right to know the actuality of the experiences I perceive– transparently. Quite simply, I demand the truth. Obfuscations will not be accepted.
I declare in this Now moment that intentions borne in deceit lie stillborn; for certain, Life and Spirit cannot enliven deception for long.
I also do recognize however that deception is a rightful player in this earthly experience too. Some deceptions are benevolent, others are harmless or humorous. I trust Earth Mother as the supreme arbiter in all such cases, knowing better than any which intentions support Life and Spirit, and which would cause undue harm. I stand in transparent alignment with the core values of Earth.
In transparency, I am confident to walk the surface of this Earth, in internal communion with this Earth, and in communion with all earthlings… as the exploration of Being… an Earthling.
by nielskunze on April 14, 2015
In the shadow of majesty, we noted a certain contentment come over the Forest demeanour. The feeling was one of satisfaction.
Prior to Master Red-Tail’s revelation from a couple of days ago, Rodney from the Clan of Rodderick of the Raven Nation had been spotted way-far-away atop the Bashibas on the distant bank across the river. It was as though he was passing the baton, so to speak, in a strange storytelling relay.
And now that the latest revelation had been delivered by Red-Tail Hawk, he signalled his approval again.
It’s really rather remarkable that I was able to spot him at all, as the Bashibas are not all that close.
The clouds and the sky are still looking brand new to these eyes; something’s different, more vibrant, more alive!
Spring is truly just beginning…
…and the foraging promises to improve dramatically in the next few weeks! All I’m managing currently is all the wild onions I can eat, plenty of incredibly delicious juniper berries (in their third year), and the pungent sage-like flavour of the wild tarragon on the Mesa.
We’ll still need a bit more rain, as the snowpack this year isn’t all that impressive. Overall, the ground is still a bit dry, now that the frost has risen from the ground.
The pair of Eagles are still greeting us almost daily. My previous pics have gotten the elder with the white plumage of maturity, but this time I got the younger one who still sports the feathers of adolescence. This was taken from down in the river valley, at Kevin’s Watch, just after my good friend Darren (yeah, the one from Amazing Race Canada) had just caught up to us for the last bit of our hike.
Darren suggested that the one pictured here may be a hawk, but I find that unlikely, as I know that there is a pair of hawks at the southernmost point of our walk, while two eagles are always seen together at the northernmost point of our walk. It’s very unlikely that Hawk and Bald Eagle would be consistently hanging out together.
And that’s all I have for you today.
by nielskunze on April 12, 2015
(An audio of the Author’s Narration is shortly forthcoming… and will be embedded here.)
As a user of language in both spoken and written form, as well as in my private and personal thoughts, I hereby declare all the forms of language I employ to be free and void from any hidden or occult meanings. It is henceforth demanded that the language I use is free from any attachments whatsoever, for whatever purposes, that are hidden or otherwise unknown to my waking, conscious I AM presence.
The words I use mean only what I intend them to mean, as is commonly understood by the majority of the users of language as the overtly expressed denotations, along with the accepted connotations of popular usage, of those specific words… and nothing else. The words employed by this I AM presence, expressed in the ever-present Now, cannot and do not communicate any permission or allowance for any covert purposes that lie outside of my conscious awareness. It is my conscious awareness solely which determines the intent, direction and target of all my language-based communications. Whatever my communications might mean to others in contravention of the above has no bearing on, or consequence for, this I AM presence; such is a misconstruction belonging solely to others. I AM not responsible for what you may think I mean.
I mean what I mean, but I still allow for the allegorical layers of infinite meaning to penetrate the organization of my words, allowing for depth, richness and poetics to arise among their precise denotative overt meanings. But there is nothing sinister lurking in intentional grammatical ambiguities– no secret agreements suggested or implied. My words, spoken, written or contemplated, are oriented toward personal unfettered growth, learning and sharing; they shall not be misconstrued for purposes in opposition to this basic orientation.
The energetics surrounding and interpenetrating the specific geometries of all written letters, punctuation and common symbols is hereby bound to conform in purpose and action with the overt intent of the context in which they are used. Any subtle or hidden energetics lying outside of my conscious awareness that alter, subvert or deny the meaning of my intentional choice of written words are hereby transformed into supportive energies, or else rendered inert. Any sacred geometry built into our written text for any purposes contrary or detrimental to the clear communication for which language was derived and is used is hereby completely overridden by the natural right and intent to communicate without obfuscation. The written language is a tool which I claim Now, clean and clear from any occult rituals or hidden spells which may have been covertly inserted at its inception or subsequently added. Each and every written word passes through my field of consciousness and Being free from anything appended by another outside of my conscious awareness. My words are clean and are my own.
These words serve no master but the intent that I choose.
I mean what I say. It is said. It is done.
by nielskunze on April 11, 2015
The languid meanderings of Time’s convoluted flow had brought this moment as an opening– a glimpse into forgotten truth. It seemed that all of Earth’s local denizens had come to bear witness, to hear Master Red-Tail’s oration.
I should have known that the last to the ‘feast’ would be Vulture– so used to being the cleanup crew.
They came up from the river-valley bottom, circling as a tight group of seven… and finally spreading in every direction– only five caught in frame here, though. (The mathematics of Earth includes only seven numbers, one for each direction: north, south, east, west, up, down and inward. Anything beyond the seven directions was empty speculation… mental masturbation. The Earth Mother had never bothered with calculus!)
Master Red-Tail was perched in his favourite tree. The Forest donned a respectful hush, as all strained to listen… After all, this was the fate of their shared world!
Even ancient junipers were totally on edge; there was something about this moment– a bound infinity like no other– when Time itself expected to pivot, like a whole new trajectory begun…
Master Red-Tail surveyed the crowd at a glance. Satisfied, he began. “When the StoryKeepers were systematically eliminated, destroying the oral traditions, the remnants of the Old… and the seeds of the New Humanity were wholly at the mercy of the HistoryMakers. They hadn’t yet realized that, disconnected from Earth through recent traumas, they possessed no means to verify the perfidy of linear time. Without Earth’s own infallible record of all that had transpired here, they were like denuded actors begging for a costume and a script.”
He glanced across the river to the Hoodoos, the silent throng still bearing witness to an ancient defeat… and then continued. “The last of the former StoryKeepers became the Ancient Sorcerers, of a necessity. They kept alive the Old Ways– in secret– for as long as they could. They took up the warpath of knowledge, trying in vain to reconnect their brethren to Earth’s golden umbilical, so that the truth might at the very least always be felt. But the infiltrators– the HistoryMakers– were many. And they were disconnected from any obligation to Living Spirit. They roamed the planet like voracious ghosts, sowing fear in every war-ploughed land. They buried crystals and memories from distant worlds, supplanting Earth’s uniquely sacred universal role as equalizer, healer… as Holy Lover.”
The Master continued. “Eventually, even the ranks of the Ancient Sorcerers were divided… and the Earth magic required unity– not conformity, but a unity of belief and purpose. Earth’s true purpose had been stolen and buried.
“The most adept were systematically separated out from the rest, standing them in fear, loneliness and heartache. In that moment of usurped time, there was nothing they could do to fight back anymore…
“…but still they knew their time would come, humanity’s time… Earthtime. So they retreated deep within the Earth, leaving only earthen tombstones as reminders that they would arise again… just as surely as the erosive forces scoured the surface, eventually they would stand tall and proud again!
“Make no mistake! They are here among us now, as stones and trees, as birds and bees, as the sacred Love reawakened in humanity! The riddle is solved from the inside. Where the outward gaze sees only the endless recoil from destruction, the inward-looking eye finds resolve and remedy, peace and healing… for all are so very tired, and simply long to return Home.
“A Mother forgives… and her child seeks her embrace… and everything is resolved in that!”
by nielskunze on April 10, 2015
I know I kind of promised you Hawk’s oration on the fate of the Ancient Sorcerers– a very red tale indeed– but still the attendees are pouring into the area like the circus is in town… or something! (I wasn’t planning on writing up Hawk’s tale until tomorrow anyway, so consider this a bonus Report.)
You may recall that just a few weeks ago it was very quiet in the Forest. What little activity there was was off in the distance, like the dogs and me were being deliberately snubbed.
In the meantime, the Easter long weekend has come and gone, and the volume of human traffic I’ve encountered this past week has been unprecedentedly robust, to say the least. It used to be, just a few years ago, that I would find evidence of human incursions into the area just a handful of times a year. Now, I’m encountering people or the evidence of their passage about every other day. The increase has been very dramatic! Although my monthly readership is well in excess of a quarter million people, the folks I meet out there have never heard of me or these Reports– just the way I like it. Something subtle, insistent and earthy is inexorably drawing them in– or is it out?
We were out under the power-line again when a white pickup approached from the south. Two elderly gentlemen were out exploring and snapping pics. As they were stopped while I was talking with the driver, I pointed to the sky suddenly, drawing their attention to two bald eagles circling above us. The passenger had a better camera than I, and took a spectacular photo of the same eagle pictured above. I grabbed my pic as soon as their truck moved on.
That got me looking up mostly, and I noticed that there were still others gathering in the treetops.
This fellow– yes, I confirmed him as a male by his colourful plumage– was difficult to readily identify, as he is somewhat rare. This is Mountain Bluebird.
I thought that perhaps he was the representative of the Blue Avian Sphere Beings causing all the hubbub among the ET enthusiasts. I’m sure they’re very curious as to what Earth might be up to these unprecedented days.
Mountain Bluebird had been just west of us, while this high-perched Robin was just east of us– encroaching dangerously into Hawk’s known territory. Perhaps that’s the reason for his nervous look over the shoulder!
Some of the Flickers were still keeping busy before the ‘show’…
…while others were more interested in posing for the paparazzi.
Perhaps now the scene is fully set… and Hawk can spill the beans on this ancient tale…
by nielskunze on April 9, 2015
Take a gander at this!
Well, it seems that all the Forest protocols have been met…
…and the mists are clearing.
As soon as we got to the power-line, we were greeted by a ‘new’ raptor hovering above for a moment. You may recall that we already have two eagles nesting on the north bank of the river, while a family of hawks are waiting at the southernmost area by the ground squirrel burrows. This newcomer appeared to be Osprey– my best guess– as we only saw her for a moment, her grey and white underbelly and wings. So many raptors in such a small area is a bit unusual, but last year we saw the same thing in the spring when two osprey circled above me in the same location for about ten minutes.
An important gathering is pending…
This young hawk led us onward… to where his elder was preparing for the upcoming oration.
A group of flickers– from the woodpecker family– were curious too as to what was about to commence.
They gathered in treetops…
…and listened between tasks…
…as the Master Red-Tailed Hawk gathered everyone’s attention.
I knew I had been invited to the telling of the tale as we found these ‘talking sticks’ on the trail on the Mesa. I placed them together on this rotten log as an acknowledgement of “message received.”
Sitka too had done her part– paying the price of admission– by pouncing on this field mouse and leaving it as an offering to the Storyteller in the sky.
He finally settled down on his favourite tree…
…and we awaited the commencement of the continuation of the story of the Ancient StoryKeepers– delivered by Rodney the Raven last year. This latest instalment was the promise of the tale of the Ancient Sorcerers… and their ultimate entombment in this magical land.
And next he spoke…
by nielskunze on April 8, 2015
We all knew– coming in– that Earth was a special case; what we weren’t particularly clear on was… in what way. The Team Of United Renegade Sovereigns has been around– with its fluid membership– for a very long time. We are infiltrators and liberators, and experts to boot. We have incarnated into many worlds and timelines… with the same objective each time. Each world, every civilization, has its unique disposition and quirks, but always, at least, the the goal was the same– to liberate an ignorant populace from covert tyranny. At first glance, in this regard, Earth seemed no different.
One difference we all noticed as we awoke to ourselves and our mission was the pervasiveness of the ‘ascension meme.’ This time, the liberation was to coincide with an unprecedented planetary ascension. We have all known ascension– in the past– as an individual aspiration; the very idea of an entire planet ascending simultaneously was certainly new to us… but it didn’t seem incompatible with the overall TOURS’ mission. So far, we have worked within the parameters as they were given, trusting that this planetary ascension was in fact the same– or very similar– as the goal of liberation. It is not– as I currently see it.
And now we are divided. This division is something fundamental. All I can do is describe the full situation which divides us… and let every individual reconcile the division in their own way… and we may never become united again in our efforts here on Earth– for this division is utterly cosmic in nature; the game has changed… the goal has changed.
Earth is not just another astral world. I have spoken of it in the past that Earth provides an organic connection back to the internal Source– from whence this entire external light creation has come. Earth is the path Home… a literal lifeline.
Earth has Life; it is infused with Spirit– and that is the reintegrative pathway Home to Internal Source Creation. This is a planet of bio-regenesis.
Ascension is an astral agenda– a movement through the external ‘spiritual’ hierarchy. Ascension moves in the opposite direction of bio-regenesis.
A planetary ascension at this time, in this place, would be a planet-wide agreement to officially insert Earth into its hierarchical place within the Galactic Ascension Machine– becoming just another one of billions– if not trillions– of (astral) worlds comprising the external light creation… and such an agreement would literally kill the planet. The external light creation– what we refer to as the universe– is a Source creation/experiment in separation. By purpose and design, the external light creation is disconnected from Internal Source Creation. Though its inherent energy is vast, it is intentionally finite; the external light creation– this universe, this experiment– has an expiry date. All of the experience gained here in this external light creation must finally be returned to the Living Source… to complete the cycle.
The ascension scheme would have us believe that Source lies at the apex of the hierarchical order– that it is the highest or outermost. Source lies in the inward direction, or the opposite direction; it is not connected in any way to the hierarchical order of light creation. We, as earthlings, are that Source-connection.
It is the Life– or Spirit– which comes through the internal core of the planet that brings us all home to the Living Source. This Life/Spirit which animates you here is the gift of bio-regenesis which reintegrates all light creation (astral) experience, to which the soul has been privy, into living knowledge. Our souls– collectively– have experienced the full gamut of light creation, primarily through the pineal gland in the brain– our connection to the mental planes (the astral). All of this experience comes alive in us–bodily– as living memory, to be integrated and returned to Source. That is the ultimate purpose of this planet. And this is something that the TOURS have never encountered before.
Earth cannot agree to a planetary ascension. It would be wholly incompatible with her essential purpose… and would literally destroy her. But due to her inherent internal connection to Source (infinite creational energy), there is an astral agenda which seeks to capture, subdue and use Earth as a battery to extend the existence of the external light creation beyond its natural term. So far, Earth has thwarted every latest attempt of this sinister astral agenda. To a great extent, she allowed herself to be captured and subordinated in order to draw in every unresolved universal drama of the light creation. This is the place where it all gets worked out and finally resolved. She allowed her back to get pushed right up against the wall in order to lure everyone’s (covetous) attention. And now she makes her stand… and reveals her grand purpose.
I stand with the planet; Earth first!
In the coming days we will delve much deeper into this little ‘plot twist.’ Already, from a few email exchanges, I can see that there will be many questions and probably a few disagreements. Ascension is deeply programmed into our souls, but one thing to remember is that if it requires you to give up your biological life willingly, you are being asked to give up your greatest gift and treasure, your true path Home. To me, nothing is worth that!
And just one thing more to consider at this juncture… We are currently witnessing the dissolution of the planetary Matrix reality– the ‘civilized’ overlay which twists and obscures Earth’s true purpose and essence. Please keep in mind that a really good con has contingencies and fallback positions built into it from the beginning. What this essentially means is that at certain critical junctures, the con artist purportedly throws up his hands and says “Okay, okay… you got me. I might as well come clean.” But the admission is just a cover for another deeper layer of the con. Without at all trying to sound paranoid, what we are very likely to see in the next year or two is the complete collapse of the planetary Matrix– an inevitable eventuality. However, the aggressively propagandized ascension meme is designed to release us from the smaller planetary Matrix so that we will willingly agree to participate in the much larger astral-wide Matrix of the hierarchical order of the external light creation. We will witness the collapse of the little prison, with all of its attendant drama, so that we can be invited into the mega-prison of the Galactic Ascension Machine… powered by the battery of Earth and her earthlings’ internal connection to Source. (This scheme cannot work.)
My advice: above all else, prize this life, rooted in your biology, and hold inviolate the life of this precious planet with her richly diverse biosphere. Together, we are the doorway and the path Home.