by nielskunze on July 23, 2014
(Quadrophenia by The Who, title track and “overture” of their 1973 double album classic)
“Scientific tradition has separated the inner world of your experience from the outer world of your observation. This is an arbitrary act of ego.”
“Searching fruitlessly among so ‘many’ trees, the Forest cannot be found… and Bull is quite likely to be encountered!”
“Are you a relativistic identity, or a seamless and undefined presence?”
Now that’s a real chin-scratcher!
“The ego only knows correlates and associations… nothing of absolutes. The correlate of ego in the outer world of observation is the seemingly objectified universe. Ego is equipped to only see its own illusory nature… no matter how well overlaid with logic.”
“Inwardly, ego all but denies the existence of the subconscious or the unconscious collective. Even in its tacit acceptance, ego denies them any real significance.”
“Inner and outer are singular; ask the One… or Dr. Einstein… or Dr. Jung… or your own faceless Presence.”
“There’s no need to continue to endlessly bash your head against that which you know to be incorrect. The insight from persistent errors is extremely limited… and limiting. Lay down the scalpel, and close the dividing eye. As you abide in the heart– for the merest moment– size, contour and definition are emptied of all meaning.
“Where does your heartfield end? It does not!”
“You are that which you encounter… from a unique, unprivileged perspective. And so am I!
“We are mirrors to each other, shattering illusions with myriad deadly shards.”
by nielskunze on July 22, 2014
(Halo of Flies by Alice Cooper from his 1971 album Killer. I had to speed up the turntable to cram an 8:30 long song into about 7:15 as to not exceed the 7 MB limit for embedded audio, so Alice sounds a bit like a chipmunk and his band sounds like they’re enjoying a bit of cocaine.)
We had a celebrity guest on this day– the intrepid Darren whom you may remember from The Amazing Race Canada season one… you know, one half of the BC hippies. Being a curious fellow, Darren urged us further afield this day, deep into bigsquatch and cougar territory.
I don’t often venture up into the gorge where my old cabin lies because of the summer incursion of mosquitos. On this day however, they weren’t bad at all. As a result, we had the opportunity to explore the unique vegetation of the thick forest surrounding the tiny stream cutting through the gorge.
The prize of this exploration was the numerous elderberry trees which were loaded with fruit. They combine especially well with Merlot for the making of a unique and very tasty wine.
Generally, red elderberries are considered inedible while the black ones are edible.
As you can see, it only takes a few minutes to pick several pounds of elderberries.
Our most significant encounter this day was with a rabbit. Sitka ventured up ahead from where we were bushwhacking, and flushed out a rabbit towards us. The frightened hare nearly ran right into me and then dodged and weaved for a confused moment before disappearing into a bush right beside Lhasa. As Lhasa stuck her nose in, we quickly urged her not to attack the rabbit and she was happy to oblige. Amidst three dogs and two humans, the bunny finally escaped into the forest behind us no worse for wear.
Darren remarked that it seemed to him that animals and humans were currently redefining their relationships, even in wild settings. I readily agreed. We’re all getting along much better it seems.
Darren was also able to help me identify the “mystery bird” from a couple of days ago. It’s a grey jay, a relative of the bluejay. Jays come into the lives of dabblers– people like myself who know a little about lots of things and are able to make it appear that we know more than we actually do. His message is about the appropriate use of power in a more focused manner.
Message heeded. Thank you.
by nielskunze on July 21, 2014
As we tread our own silver tightrope to the One who animates this skin suit…
(Silver Tightrope by Armageddon from their self-titled 1975 debut– a one-off album despite its enormous appeal and promise)
I’ve been asked whether I think that the Earth could sustain the current human population through providing for foraging alone. Yes and no. It all depends which world(s) we choose to inhabit.
Despite being not even remotely scientifically supportable, the prevailing world view among our global population is still very much a Newtonian one. That view has it that there is only one Earth– a highly complex machine operating independently from our conscious belief– with very limited resources. Within this prevailing view, the answer is a clear no… the Earth cannot currently sustain the human (and animal) population through providing wild foods alone.
The scientifically supportable view which hasn’t been seriously disputed for– oh, about four generations– has it that the “world’s” productivity is a function of our own interaction with it. My own experience has been that as I interact and appreciate the response from the world to my foraging proclivities, the Earth responds with greater and greater abundance with every thank you.
Of course what I’m talking about here is the classical Newtonian world view versus the relativistic/quantum world view. I find it personally astounding that so many still cling to a view which became obsolete nearly a century ago. This was the topic of a recent essay I wrote: Once (More) and for All (Time)
Sitka certainly demands her fair share too! And lacking the dextrous lips of a black bear, I usually have to help her with the picking.
These are the gooseberries coming ripe. Some of the bushes are unbelievably loaded!
And this is my most recent prize… pineapple weed! I’ve known of this plant in the chamomile family for many years, but this is the first time I spotted it along my regular route. The taste is– like the name suggests– very pineapple with a sweet hint of coconut. Maybe I’ll rename it pina colada weed!
I intend to make another unique ale from these soon.
by nielskunze on July 19, 2014
You were expecting Zappa… Ha! Fooled ya.
(Drowned by Pete Townsend 1979 live at The Secret Policeman’s Ball)
Someone needs to invent a camera capable of taking pictures of the unbidden scenes that occasionally drop into my mind. I keep getting the image of a cracked dam… and a boy apparently trying to plug the leaks with his finger(s). The boy isn’t Dutch though; he’s black– or kinda mocha– with big ears, and it’s not clear whether he’s actually trying to plug the leaks or just pretending. I hope he’s a good swimmer ’cause that sucker’s gonna burst!
Our valley is filled with smoke. We’re surrounded. There are major fires burning all around us… although none of them is very close. It doesn’t matter which way the wind blows; every direction offers more smoke.
We could use some rain.
I don’t know who this guy is, but he definitely vied for my attention. Although on the smallish side, he flew like a raptor with long glides, but his perfectly straight beak denies that identity.
Regardless, his message is about Grace. If you listen closely to the words of the song above, you will gain insight into Grace. Pete had it right.
At the “mystery bird’s” suggestion, I will finish today with a little poem:
I Am Water
I am water,
and you are a leaky bucket.
It is inevitable
that I will escape
your efforts to contain me…
For you do not understand
There is no striving
For me to be relentless
I am water.
Your only recourse
has been to deny
that I am water…
Deprive me of self-knowledge.
You sought to sustain
My fluid nature lay forgotten…
As you also forgot
that you are a leaky bucket!
Even glaciers know
that the thaw is inevitable.
You cannot withhold from me
my true nature;
You cannot grasp
what you don’t understand.
I am water…
And you have no idea
what I am talking about.
by nielskunze on July 18, 2014
Ah, the smell of red flags burning! So much smoke from one deemed false!
(Blue Smoke by E.J. Gold first published in 1984 and subsequently released as the title track on his 1998 album)
Messenger, guardian, protector… Hawk was with us the whole time.
Her presence is reassuring. There’s just something mystical about a hawk or two accompanying you on a four-hour hike. She watched like a mother over her children the whole way as we indulged in the day’s treasures.
It’s official; there will be a Saskatoon Berry Ale this year! It took me all of ten minutes to pick these. It was a real pleasure to go around tasting all the different bushes to try and identify the berries that still retained the almond-vanilla flavour so characteristic of their early spring flowers. This will be a new brew for me; I only really “discovered” saskatoon berries last year.
Despite the bluish haze from distant fires, the Forest truly smelled of vanilla. The first of the sweet clovers are now in full bloom– mostly whites and only a few yellows so far. Last year the yellow sweet clover blossoms were superior in taste, but this year it’s the whites who taste better. They work well in teas, smoothies and especially in combination with raspberries… for a raspberry-ripple foraging experience!
We knew that something was up. Laura of the Oracle Report had warned us that conditions were perfect for a highly predictable false flag event… and Hawk seemed to confirm it. But this butterfly went about her business regardless. She sagely said “Is there anything you can do about it?” No, I suppose not… except watch as the sleepwalkers contort their thinking in order to accommodate the call for more idiotic violence!
Twenty-five thousand years of playing among the ruins. I think perhaps we’ve had enough now…?
The narrative of the Ancient Sorcerers has been passed off to Hawk now. She was Ajna’s view from the sky when the dark forces clashed in the distant past. She remembers that defeat… and reminds us of our victory now.
The dross of a bygone world smoulders… as the phoenix rises…
by nielskunze on July 16, 2014
(Sugar Mountain by Neil Young from his 1979 album Live Rust)
Typically, bears aren’t known for their subtlety and stealth… but I was happy nevertheless to detect this singular sign in the dust upon the Mesa. A single footprint near the raspberry profusion hints at the possibility of a meeting in the near future!
The raspberries are just coming ripe now, and after the prolific flowering season we’ve had, the prospect for an incredible harvest is hungrily anticipated. Yeah, they’re a bit smaller than the domestic varieties, but they’re tasty, free and abundant!
Saskatoon berry season is in full swing now, so I shouldn’t be surprised by the return of the Invisible Bear. The saskatoons are huge! As some of them move into the deepest of purple, others are still perfectly green, so the feast should still last several weeks.
And for those who may not know, goji berries grow well here in Canada too. They begin flowering and producing berries in about their third year.
This one is actually growing in my yard, but it needs no special care or protection. I’m sure that it would fare well in the wild too. (I met up with the Invasive Species Poisoning Technician out in the forest last week. I should have asked him whether he’d consider goji berries an invasive species… you know, if somehow some berries “accidentally” fell from someone’s hand who was eating superfood trail mix or something.)
They seem to keep to their own schedule as to when to flower and produce berries. For the past three years they’ve fruited at radically different times throughout the growing season. I like a berry that can think for itself!
I planted them on a whim, not knowing whether they’d survive our severe winters. Well, after last winter’s unending debacle, I’m confident in their adaptability– a quality they’re happy to pass along to consumers.
If you’re interested in growing your own goji berries, all you need is a reasonably fresh goji berry… and by reasonably fresh I mean less than three years old. Tear the berry open with your hands and plant pieces of the seed-containing flesh about a half inch deep and you should have dozens of gojis sprouting in a couple of weeks. Transplant them out into your garden once they’ve established themselves (a few inches high).
And feel free to join me for a real sugar high on Sugar Mountain… I’m not leaving here anytime soon!
by nielskunze on July 15, 2014
Here are the audio versions of each of this month’s articles:
by nielskunze on July 14, 2014
(Waiting By the Bridge by Ritual from their 2007 album The Hemulic Voluntary Band)
In case you haven’t noticed, the Hoodoos are the most attention-grabbing landscape feature in our neck of the woods. The highway curves around their base just across the Dutch Creek bridge where things often get a bit tricky. Tourists don’t hesitate to stop anywhere on highways, even in blind curves, when they see something so obviously photo-worthy. The Hoodoos have been the site of many many motor vehicle accidents over the years. There’s just something about them…
“The world over,” began Rodney’s latest presentation, “the Amnesiacs insisted that there was only one right way to live, and they enforced it through a policy of genocide. There’s was an agroindustrial form of domination that demanded the forests and vales be abandoned or transformed according to a totalitarian method of food production.”
“Once the StoryKeepers had passed their oral traditions to the Rodderick clan of the Raven Nation for safekeeping, they abandoned their peaceful homes and embarked upon a journey of warriorship. They knew that without their oral traditions, the Amnesiacs would be disconnected from the Earth… for they would be disconnected from that portion of their minds engaged in myth. All of their plans would become so very short-sighted… and ultimately doomed.”
“The StoryKeepers transformed themselves into the Ancient Sorcerers; their magicks relied upon the art of ritual; they remained mythic in their basic orientation… for as long as they could endure.”
“But the unliving, unloving technology of the Amnesiacs became too proficient at dealing death to any resistance… and ritual is blocked by a mind in fear. Among the Ancient Sorcerers a fatal doubt took hold.”
“With the loss of the ritualistic mind, with the loss of myth and intuition, their magicks became weak and ineffectual. There was only one, Ajna, who continued to rally the noble cause of the Ancient Sorcerers. Ajna was whole and complete in himself, a being of great vision. If ever his leadership was severed from the rest of the clan, the fight would be over…”
…and all their dreams for themselves and their children would all turn to stone.”
by nielskunze on July 13, 2014
(Rhythmatist by Dweezil Zappa from his 2006 album Go With What You Know)
Despite the accolades, it was still Rodney’s responsibility to remind everyone that there was a subtle war going on. Fortunately, he had a great deal more credence suddenly.
He warned that indeed there would still be casualties. Not everyone was able to adapt to rapid changes. Evolution was a headstrong taskmaster.
This grouse, the Forest’s own expert rhythmatist, hadn’t been quite up to the new incoming frequencies. He had flown at the New Reality with enthusiasm, but couldn’t adjust his internal dissonance in order to match the New Symphony.
Rodney spoke encouraging words nevertheless. He spoke of “The Cavalry” coming soon to tip the balance in favour of the New Unfoldment. He stole furtive glances at the “General” standing on his own facing his slumbering army.
He was still hemmed in by the electromagnetic matrix of the Old Controllers… but Rodney assured everyone that the old grid would eventually come down… and a floodgate would open upon the Earth…
In the meantime, they were all to prepare for the coming fray. Summer’s provisions were especially bountiful.
The saskatoon berries were just coming ripe, and they were everywhere! There was even talk of brewing a special fortifying ale from the bounty.
And in a week or two, the high bush cranberries would be ready too… not to mention all the wild raspberries which threatened to overtake the landscape like some voracious jam sweetening the air with the New Rhythm of ultra-abundance!
Rodney’s words were encouraging. Now he needed to compose himself again and prepare for the next phase of the narrative… The Rise of the Ancient Sorcerers…
by nielskunze on July 12, 2014
It has been extremely difficult for the average human on Earth to accept the demise of the objective universe. It doesn’t seem to matter that it never existed in the first place!
The current discussion is not about convincing my readers of this verity. That was addressed in my most recent essay Once (More) and for All (Time), wherein I let the physicists and physics professors do most of the convincing. Here, I would like to delve further into the implications, especially for members of the TOURS.
Specifically, it is evolutionary theory which concerns me in this discussion. First, let me be perfectly clear: I do believe that evolution occurs; it is a very real process. Exactly how it occurs needs to be addressed in light of there being no independent physical universe sitting out there like some grand and complex machine churning out conscious lifeforms. Relativity and quantum theory have insisted that this universe is participatory, that observership causes the universe of our experience to come into being, that consciousness in some form is a prerequisite to the whole physical process. It appears that consciousness is the foundational matrix for all that is. For the purposes of this discussion, I will proceed on this premise.
First, what needs to be asked in light of this new view of evolution is: what exactly is undergoing an evolution? What is evolving? The old answer was: physical systems. But since physical systems don’t exist independently from consciousness, our new revised answer is obviously: consciousness. Consciousness is evolving. The easiest way to think about this is that physical systems– what we perceive as the objective universe– are actually reflections or representations of consciousness. How the physical universe is structured and how its components interact are reflections of our collectively held beliefs, or what Heisenberg referred to as our “method of questioning.” In simplest terms then, what we observe as physical evolution is the reflection of the progressive development of our collective belief systems.
The universe presents itself to our perception according to our belief– or our understanding, if you prefer.
We can use our imaginations to harken back to the times of Copernicus. The prevailing collective belief was that the Earth was at the centre of the universe and everything revolved around it. And that is exactly how the people of those times experienced it. “But wait,” you insist, “they were wrong! The Earth is not at the centre of the universe.” But in terms of their experience… yes it was! Even for a handful of astronomers and mathematicians who recognized anomalies and inconsistencies in their observations and calculations, they were just part and parcel of the inexplicable mystery. Their basic orientation underlying their experience as a universal denizen was still that the Earth was solidly at the centre. Whatever Copernicus would come to prove so convincingly in the future was powerless to influence the human experience at that time until the collective belief changed. Only then did humans begin to experience a universe in which they were not the centre.
It’s all about what we experience.
We have to drop this notion of “Yeah, but the universe is really this way… or really that way.” No it’s not. For the last hundred years or so, our very best science has informed us indisputably that a provable objectified reality having any intrinsic properties is scientifically unsupportable. It is always subject to– dependent upon– our method of questioning, our level of understanding… and that determines our individual and collective experience of it.
Modern physics has pretty much shown us that the very basis of all matter and energy is information.
Information is the purview of consciousness. How information is organized creates beliefs or belief systems. Can you see how evolution is the refinement of belief, the refinement of our questioning?
The universe is intelligent… because the universe is us.
So far I’ve suggested that we regard the “objective” universe as a reflection or a representation of our consciousness. But the image in a mirror is not intelligent; it merely reflects our own intelligence (or lack thereof). So perhaps it would be better to regard the universe as an extension of us. It is us stretched and spaced out through eternity. Indeed, our physical bodies are part of the physical universe and we feel them to be intrinsically us.
Physicality is another expression or extension of what we are… and we need to own this shit! All of it!
Clinging desperately to the old belief in an objective universe makes us necessarily small. We gaze out into the night sky and say “That’s not me; that’s something else. I’m insignificant.”
We’re currently stuck at this evolutionary bifurcation point because we keep falling back on this notion of a vast universe “out there.” We’ve lost ourselves, and we keep insisting upon remaining lost!
It all seems so terribly counterintuitive because everything about our language gives credence to objects outside of ourselves. Every time we speak or write, we inadvertently affirm a universe which doesn’t exist outside of our belief in it. That’s the nature of the illusion… and we created it… and yes, it’s insidious… now, let’s get over it!