The Free Radical

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…!