The Free Radical

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!