The Daily Forest Report May 23, 2015 A Terrifically Fowl Day!
by nielskunze on May 23, 2015
Threesome By the River
It began, actually, with an encounter I’ve never had before. I think I must be the only local here in the Columbia Valley who hadn’t seen a Wild Turkey before… until now. Immediately upon our arrival at the gate, after our initial ascent, there he was, waiting for us… Wild Turkey!
I’m calling it ‘he’ because the turkey was alone– no other turkeys in sight… and the area in question is fairly open. It’s typical for turkeys to travel in congregations of several hens with a single male; this one was just missing the hens. He stood at least three feet tall… and proved to be rather athletic.
As soon as I had spotted him– he was impossible to miss– I tried to divert the attention of the dogs… to no avail. Sitka just had to give chase… despite my protestations. He could run pretty fast, and could fly even faster! Yes, turkeys can fly (despite a particular episode of WKRP in which Mr. Carlson elected to give away turkeys for Thanksgiving by dropping them from a helicopter above a shopping centre, which appeared to prove that turkeys can’t fly; that’s only the fattened domestic jobbies; the wild ones are quite agile). Needless to say, I didn’t get the chance for a picture.
In the animal kingdom, Turkey is the quintessential representation of Mother Earth.
And all (other) birds in general are representative of long-standing connections to the astral realms. (Keep this in mind as we proceed.)
Osprey
Osprey was quiet and content to let us go about our business…
Osprey Nest
…despite the close proximity of this annual nesting site (just south of our usual route).
But the ravens would not shut up! “There’s a disturbance in the force! Can you feel that? There’s something going on!”
Dead Snake
The dogs sniffed out this dead snake very near to where the shouting ravens had congregated. Strange that the snake hadn’t been claimed! I was pretty sure I’d heard the vocalizations of Eagle too amongst the incessant chatter, but nearly everyone elected to stay just out of sight among the treetops… discussing the strange energy milieu.
Minutes later, as we looked back across the landscape we’d just covered, a lone Turkey Vulture rose effortlessly above the Forest, holding its wings up in a characteristic V while riding the afternoon thermals. It made me think that perhaps there had been a carcass after all… but then I would expect the dogs to easily sniff it out; they hadn’t. Strange.
A Gaggle
Down by the river, Canada Goose had come again. This time there were six of them! Before this season I had only very rarely spotted geese by Dutch Creek; now they suddenly seemed to enjoy it as a favourite spot.
Paired Up
They were like three couples out for an afternoon picnic on this island in the rising river. Shortly after we passed them by on the trail paralleling the creek, they took flight with an enthusiastic chorus of honks… heading north.
Geese have familial mothering energy– the kind that teaches through storytelling. I can relate to that!
There was definitely something in the air this day… a raucous spirit untethered, testing its wings. The whole experience of this outing reminded me of the picture I look at daily as I’m sitting on the toilet… in my excremeditation chamber…
Spirit & Soul
Make of it what you will…
What Happened That Day: Addendum
by nielskunze on May 22, 2015
Go to…
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (includes embedded video re-creation of the journey that day)
Part 4 & Epilogue
In the fullness of time, and in the light of new information, we are tacitly invited into retrospection– beyond mere reverie– for the reinterpretation of past events. It had always niggled at me, that absurd pantomime Jake had enacted with me mere moments before he had plunged into the river, claiming his death. His actions– grabbing me by the hair, pulling me close to stare insistently into my eyes, and then suddenly laying back against the cliff with sunglasses re-donned… to laugh maniacally– those actions were so very uncharacteristic of the young man I’d known.
Jake had always been the soft-spoken, calm, intellectual type. There was really nothing in-your-face about him. As soon as his odd behaviour had been demonstrated– not just once, but twice– I had immediately resolved to ask him as soon as we got home “What the hell was that all about?” Of course, one of us never came home… and my niggling question remained unanswered… a mystery filed away in the back of my consciousness… forming the core of my bigger question: What really happened that day?
The piece of the puzzle that had always been missing was to be found, I believe, in the distinction between Spirit and Soul– which I’ve recently explained in the TOURS Message #34 about Terminology. For further background on what I’m about to explain, one could look into the work of Steve Richards developer and practitioner– over the last forty years– of Holographic Kinetics.
Commonly, Earth humans have compromised (traumatized) Spirits, which as a result, leaves the Spirit unable or unwilling to fully inhabit the body, unable to be the sole driver of the physical vehicle. Programs belonging to the Soul can activate or empower thought-forms, belief systems and entities to usurp the rightful place of the Spirit, influencing our biology in ways that do not serve our growth and integration… do not serve Life.
With this in mind, as I look back to that May afternoon in 2001, I now believe that the entity grabbing my hair and boring deeply into my eyes with its gaze, followed by its maniacal laughter behind shades– that entity was not Jake. It was nothing like him; that’s why it always seemed so perplexing. Under the influence of the ayahuasca, without the guidance and protection from an experienced shaman, some entity or program was able to usurp full control of Jake’s body– hence the laughter; that was triumph! Additionally, Jake’s Will– his I AM Presence– must have been tricked or coerced into leaving his body when the usurping entity suddenly decided to fly out through the top of Jake’s head, taking ‘Jake’ with it.
When first ‘he’ surfaced, a moment after falling into the river, head and shoulders comfortably above the waves, ‘he’ wasn’t all there. His body certainly looked alive as it rushed past, but it lacked any semblance of volition; he was neither fully unconscious, nor fully conscious. He looked stuck in a dysfunctional dream… and for a time, I with him…
I had always been saying that Jake’s spirit flew out through the top of his head. But rather, his Soul and that part of his consciousness responsible for making decisions flew out through the top of his head. His Spirit was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Eventually, downriver, it was forced to vacate the body completely… and Jake died.
Perhaps at first glance it may appear that I’ve complicated things here, but for me it is the resolution of long-standing mysteries. The cognitive model I’ve overlaid on this perplexing experience now fits… rather well.
Now, it seems, the last has been resolved.
The Daily Forest Report May 21, 2015 Grace Under Pressure
by nielskunze on May 21, 2015
DRY!
Even though the lack of recent rains begins to take its toll, individuals the Forest over are taking a chance on tomorrow and tomorrow’s morrow.
Gentians
Ungentlemanly, the Gentians are saying “Fuck it! It’s time for flowering.”
Stonecrop
Meanwhile, Stonecrop– a rare succulent– sequesters water in its tissues for another non-rainy day. If for some reason I couldn’t get to the river, Stonecrop would keep me alive.
The Forest seems to be devising strategies on the fly… creating a situation I’ve honestly never seen before.
Gooseberry Beginnings
As the Gooseberries have already nearly completed their full cycle, exhibiting the sour green berries I love, the Wild Rose bushes who are well intermingled with the Gooseberries, are just barely putting out their first leaves. Roses are perhaps the most abundant plant species out here, so I’ll assume that they are choosing to delay their own development this season so that the other plants can utilize the residual moisture left over from winter’s melt instead.
Wild Rose Tenting
Most often, the Tent Caterpillars are to be found within the Choke Cherry bushes… But since the Roses are deliberately holding themselves back, they expose themselves to opportunists like these. (I’m always tempted to cut these tents down when I find them… But who am I? The caterpillar police?)
ChokeCherry Blossoms
The Choke Cherries are just now coming into full bloom. Their sweet subtle fragrance is literally everywhere! This is the first time I tasted the blossoms, and I’m happy to report that they are delicious– once the flowers have fully opened. Prior to opening, the pre-flowers have a strong almond flavour which either indicates the presence of hydrocyanic acid– a non-accumulating poison– or the presence of amygdalin– the anti-cancer molecule, central to laetrile therapy. I’ll just eat the opened flowers… and later the dried cherries. (Drying them eliminates bitterness and astringency.)
Fragrant Explosion!
And speaking of fragrance, the False Solomon’s Seal is also coming into full bloom which just saturates the air around them with the most pleasant citrus aroma. (And now the leaves grow hairy and tough, so the foraging of these delicious greens comes to an end.)
High Bush Cranberry Florets
And for more than two years I’ve been consistently expressing my love for High Bush Cranberries. I’m very pleased to see so many of them this year flowering profusely! (The flowers have virtually no flavour, but the ripened fruit yet to come is an absolute favourite, tasting very much like sour cherries.)
Baby Bird Update
And finally, the baby birds we found in the nest on the ground more than a week ago seem to be doing fine, despite the drying conditions. The dogs are still curious, but I make sure to hurry them along– and to watch where they step!
The campfire ban will likely come into effect very soon… Boo!
An Acknowledgement of Spirit
by nielskunze on May 21, 2015
Eroded Spirit… Displaced
(Author Narration with musical accompaniment: Day of Innocence by Izz from their 2009 album The Darkened Room)
In this moment, I recognize Spirit as the internal source of all creative expression moving through me, from the inside out. The movement of Spirit through and within me follows the path of Life through and within my biology, this human body. I recognize Spirit as animated and spontaneous, creative and unflinching, and a reliable witness to my every word spoken, every deed done, every thought considered and every feeling felt. My Spirit knows itself as Life unfettered, unprogrammed by external investments in countless soul journeys.
I Now see that programming belongs to the lessons of the soul– what I’ve learned and believed cumulatively throughout countless lifetimes. The soul’s active programs are written– encoded– within the very cells of this biology; my body is the hard-drive. I can feel where my soul’s programming is incompatible with my Spirit’s true expression as pain, discomfort, unease or disease within my body’s internal reality. The habits of my Will, thus far, have often led me to identify with the teachings and beliefs endemic to my soul. However, in this moment, I Now choose my Spirit’s right to express creatively, from within, a Life free from erroneous and self-deprecating or otherwise spiritually-irrelevant programs.
As Spirit is the perfect witness to all that I AM in this moment, I recognize my Spirit’s ability to bring resolute balance to all the places within me where the programming of my soul–written within the cells of my body– is incompatible (out of balance) with Life– Life, as Spirit would otherwise express unhindered. The action of my Spirit, as I invite it in and call it forth, renders the countless memories of my soul relevant to my Life– and All Life. Spirit distills the epic journey down to Life’s terms: bio-regenesis for/of the soul. My soul has had all these external experiences… but what do they mean to me, to my Life, to my internal experience right Now? I Will allow Spirit to answer.
So… Hello Spirit, please show me how to best honour, nurture and express unhindered this Life moving through me… untrammeled by the seemingly endless conditioning of my soul…
Thank you.
Mystical Masters Collaboration for the week of May 13 to May 19, 2015
by nielskunze on May 20, 2015
On the topic of The Elements and Elemental Magic…
Perhaps a bit unexpectedly, but this week I am going very literal with our weekly topic… and hopefully a little scientific too.
Elemental Repletion
In school, we all learned that the elements are the very building blocks of the tangible universe. Whether the basic teaching of Earth, Water, Fire and Air as the fundamentals, or whether through the introduction of the Periodic Table in science class, at the very least we learned that the elements represent something irreducible, something that we ourselves cannot manufacture from simpler stuff. It is a powerful teaching nonetheless, forming the basis for many far-reaching belief systems…
If we buy into the belief, then we understand that the elements are things we need to acquire from our external environment for the duration of our lives. Furthermore, our access to the elements deemed essential for the full functioning of our biology– our access in adequate amount and proportion– has a direct bearing on our health. The elements appear to be important!
So how many of the elements listed on the Periodic Table do our bodies require for optimum functioning? If we include those elements whose presence is required in only tiny amounts– the trace elements– then, the number is around 92. There’s some wiggle-room on this number, but 92 is the one we’ll use.
In terms of our bodies’ ability to contain and utilize the necessary elements in exact proportion, it can be likened to an old-fashioned bucket made of 92 wooden slats, where the width of each slat is in proportion to the amount needed by the body of each corresponding element; the oxygen slat would be very wide, whereas the aluminum slat would be but a sliver. In order to hold water, all the slats would have to be the same length (height of the bucket).
Our bodies are the bucket; the water inside is the Life-Spirit. Ideally, our bodies should be made of all the necessary elements in exact proportion, as well as having access to adequate repletion, in order to hold the most life-energy– to function at peak potential. When we are deficient or depleted in any of the elements, that is like a shortening of each corresponding slat. Even if just one of the 92 is missing or just partially depleted, the bucket will begin leaking and cannot hold as much internal Life-Spirit.
The best overall mineral repletion program that I know of is Quintessential Optimum Mineralization 3.3. The cost is about $50 a month, and it generally takes 3 to 6 months for a person to attain basic mineral repletion. When I first did it, it marked the first time in decades that I could honestly say that I wasn’t hungry anymore. Prior to elemental repletion, I was always at least a little bit hungry, even if I’d just eaten; repletion ended that.
The Master Mineral
Now I’d like to focus on just one element. It is often referred to as the master mineral; it is largely taken for granted; it is magnesium. In the mainstream it’s largely overlooked, but magnesium plays many vital– elemental– roles in our biology. All of the metabolic pathways whose end product is ATP– the energy molecule we all learned about in science class– irreplaceably require magnesium. There are no substitutes; the very need for magnesium is elemental to all of our physical energetic aspirations. Additionally, magnesium catalyzes more than 330 enzymatic processes in the daily maintenance of our bodies. Where calcium causes muscles to contract, magnesium causes them to relax. Magnesium in adequate amounts is essential for proper restful, restorative sleep. And magnesium is essential for many elimination pathways burdened by toxic overload. Magnesium is dope!
But why should magnesium play such a crucial role in our biology? Magnesium is the co-ordinating ion at the heart of the chlorophyll molecule; chlorophyll is to green plants what hemoglobin is to red-blooded humans. And plants are at the heart of the food chain. So it only makes sense that biology was elementally built around magnesium. It is primarily the action of photosynthesis via the chlorophyll molecule which harnesses the energy of the sun and conveniently delivers it to all earthlings.
Now, since magnesium is so widespread throughout the natural food chain, surely very few of us are deficient in this critical element, no? Actually, we all are depleted; unless you’ve been doing a comprehensive repletion program for a couple of months already, you’re deficient– less than optimal– in magnesium. Fluoride interferes with magnesium uptake, both in the body as well as in the soil. Likewise, pesticides and pesticide residues inhibit magnesium metabolism; also some herbicides. The net result is that even our very best leafy green plants have significantly less magnesium than they did traditionally– before chemical farming. And our food animals– cows, chickens and pigs– they’re not eating tons of leafy greens anyway. I’m no expert in animal feed, but I’m quite certain that the typical modern farm-critter chow is woefully deficient in magnesium, especially when compared to more traditional feeds. Steadily, over many decades, our food supply has dwindled in its magnesium levels. The magnesium is simply no longer there in adequate amounts. Add to this that our requirement for magnesium has steadily gone up, and it begins to become clear that most of us are critically deficient in this elemental nutrient.
Stress registers a biological demand for more magnesium. More energy also requires more magnesium for the production of ATP. Chronically sore and aching muscles are often the result of calcified tissues due to a lack of magnesium to counteract the prevalence of calcium. Ionically, magnesium balances calcium in the body. Stiff and aching joints are often similarly caused by calcium deposits– which require magnesium to pull them from the inflamed tissues. Our world of increased toxicity, from air and water pollution to electromagnetic radiation, requires ever more magnesium to flush through our systems in order to alleviate the extreme toxicity. As muscular tissue slowly calcifies (aging), the muscles themselves remain in a chronic state of tension– slightly flexed, even when we think they’re relaxed. This chronic tension in the body interferes with the body’s ability to fully relax into regenerative sleep; magnesium is the elemental antidote, as it solves the very root of the problem.
Because magnesium is central to so many biological functions, as deficiency progresses, the depletion can be expressed as virtually any symptom or symptom set– known as our common non-infectious diseases. It is entirely possible that magnesium depletion is a critical cofactor at the heart of every chronic illness known to modern science. Therefore, I figure that magnesium repletion is something worth looking into.
When it comes to magnesium repletion, oral magnesium supplements are NOT the way to go; they simply can’t deliver enough magnesium in a bioavailable form to your tissues– where it’s needed– no matter how many tablets you choke down. Orally, the best way to get your magnesium is still from eating plenty of leafy greens and other organically grown greens– from eating quality food. For successful repletion however, a topical spray able to deliver upwards of 500mg of magnesium directly to the tissues in a matter of 30 seconds, forms the basis for any such successful strategy.
Ian Clark, the CEO of Activation Products, whom I was led to via David Wolfe, is just in the process of delivering the latest innovation in an effective topical magnesium spray. I’m not going to write a commercial for it here, but it will be the product I myself use. I have always discerned integrity in the cutting edge work of both Ian and David, so I harbour no reservations in this regard. Repletion promises to be relatively inexpensive, especially when considered in light of the possible benefits to be incurred. My experience with magnesium sprays has already been very positive over the past few years. Quite often, a sore body part just needs a few sprays and a rub of magnesium to magically alleviate the pain and discomfort. And as in all magic– ultimately– it’s perfectly based in science; it’s just that our understanding hasn’t quite gotten there… yet.
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The Daily Forest Report May 19, 2015 Spirit Meeting Spirit Meeting Spirit…
by nielskunze on May 19, 2015
Sometimes you can just feel that it’s going to be a special day. What might make it so special? Well… let’s see… How about 3 eagles, 2 hawks, a snake, 5 whitetail deer, a turkey vulture, plenty of ravens and a bear! It’s almost getting ridiculous!
The seeds of this adventure were already sown a couple of weeks ago. It was something Darren said during our last expedition into the Gorge looking for devil’s club buds.
Hey Bears, These Dandelions Won’t Eat Themselves!
Darren had said it even before we had stumbled upon the first real bear sign of the season– a pile of poop in the backcountry below the Gorge. So we knew they were around.
In Canada, this last weekend was the one that really kicks off the tourist season, Monday being Victoria Day… or some such silly colonial nonsense. By the time Monday rolled around, I was ready to get away from the weekend warriors and head into the deep, pristine backcountry… again.
The moment I stepped out on my deck at home, I knew that it was going to be a special day. Already, I spotted three eagles circling above the Fairmont townsite.
Fifth Snake
Then, exactly where we typically park the truck, we encountered the fifth snake of this young season. Perhaps the profusion of snakes helps explain the prevalence of so many raptors.
A Taste of the Forest Life
I showed the snake to Sitka because the dogs always seem to miss them, stepping over them on the trail obliviously. Sitka followed it into the tall grass beside the road intrigued, as I made sure she didn’t try to grab it.
And then it was merely seconds after that when we encountered a hawk. This one I’m calling DeadWing because he appeared to be missing some flight feathers from one of his wings… although it didn’t seem to hamper his flight at all.
Rodney Again!
Once we had completed the initial ascent, we were into the raucous dramatics of Raven’s incessant chatter. Rodney sat out on a power-pole for us croaking, as his brethren bickered in the forest and the swamp. (You can always tell Rodney by his somewhat scruffy appearance.)
Raven always seems to presage significant encounters…
Where Master Red-Tail Flew Up
This is looking back, where we’d just crossed the swamp. Basically, where I’m standing with the camera is the place on the ground from where Master Red-Tail (Piudi) flew up gracefully and headed over to the swamp. That was excellent reassurance when heading into the thick, untrammelled wilderness beyond.
Somehow, already, I knew that we were going to encounter a bear. I was just wondering how the encounter might go down with the dogs– Toby and Sitka had never seen a bear before– when we turned the corner on the logging road… and there he was about forty yards ahead.
Little Bear
He was busy munching on something, so he didn’t notice us. I quietly called the dogs to me as I fished in my pack for my camera. The dogs recognized the urgency in my voice, but were oblivious to what was going on. They milled about me as I snapped a couple of pics.
Busy Bear
I whistled to alert the bear to our presence, hoping that he might stand up and face us, but alas, the dogs immediately keyed into what was happening… and the chase was on!
Only Sitka stuck with the pursuit until she had treed him… and then she began barking. (She’d never barked at any animals before.) I quickly called her off, and she returned promptly. Immediately we heard the tumult of the bear coming back down the tree and his crashing through the dense forest in order to distance himself from these strange intruders. The noise was such that I wondered if this was perhaps a two-year-old cub who might still be with his mama. He was quite small, whereas the sounds I was hearing were quite ‘large.’
Anyway, we continued on our way, happily excited. It was no more than three minutes after that when we heard/saw five whitetail deer scurrying through the forest beside as, very near to where we’d just left the bear (bears?).
Nearing The Gorge
The forest is mostly tight and thick here, so in the few clearings along the way we stretch our eyes to dispel any psychological claustrophobia.
Devil’s Club Buds
Our foraging mission in the Gorge was more than successful. Not only did we find adequate Devil’s Club to make it worthwhile, but I also noted the profusion of wild currants, high bush cranberries, and elderberry trees. Also, we found plenty of freshly sprung False Solomon’s Seal, our new favourite green forage as recommended by Piudi (Sasquatch friend). The dogs and I feasted!
Exit From Claustrophobia
Then, as we were coming down, right where the sky begins to open up a bit, we spotted a turkey vulture just above the treetops. I identified this raptor as Turkey Vulture based on the way it held its wings in flight. As I’ve pointed out before, Turkey Vulture will very rarely find need to flap its huge wings. They also hold them up in more of a V than other raptors who tend to fly with their wings stretched out more-or-less flat.
Then, when we finally got home– about five hours later– there was a bit of a party going on at my house– not an uncommon occurrence during long weekends.
Keeping an Eye Out
Apparently, Raven still felt some obligation to keep an eye on me as I joined the party. I noticed him in the tree across from my deck most of the evening.
Not Rodney
It wasn’t Rodney though… not nearly enough scruff!
And that concludes our long weekend adventure… Rather remarkable, I’d say!
The Daily Forest Report May 15, 2015 All Over the Place
by nielskunze on May 15, 2015
Shadow Shaping at the Lookout
Look…out! The adventure’s getting messy… with points of interest all along the way.
Baby Birds
Only a couple of minutes into our walk, on the ground beside the shortcut, I came across this tiny nest tucked away in the grass. As near as I could tell it had three live and hungry babies and one unhatched egg inside. Sitka was sniffing around as I snapped a quick pic. She could tell there was something nearby, but I didn’t let her poke her nose in… for obvious reasons. Mama bird (unidentified) chirped at us from a tree, as I hurried us along and made a mental note to avoid the shortcut for a few weeks.
Exploded Birdie
Some birds fare better than others. Someone had a quick and tidy meal here– just feathers, no blood.
Badass Grouse
I swear this guy totally meant to scare the piss out of us. Toby especially gets freaked out by Grouse nearly every day. They always wait to the very last minute, right until you’re about to step on them, before they fly up raucously in your face. Note: they can also fly perfectly silently, but very rarely choose to do so, making quite a racket instead!
I Don’t Mean to Bug Ya
This guy was in grievous danger of being trodden upon… except for his brief chirping like a cricket. Now that’s one pimped-out cricket! Personally, I don’t think he’s a cricket at all; he just does vocal impressions for fun and entertainment.
Damselfly
It’s usually more dragonflies than damsels; you can tell the difference by the way they hold their wings while at rest. Dragonfly keeps them out to the side, perpendicular to the length of his body. It’s good to see either of them none the less, as Mosquito promises to make his presence known here in the swamp very soon. The dragons and damsels help to keep their numbers in check.
The Latest Suggestion from Bigsquatch
Now that I’m accepting dietary recommendations from Bigsquatch, I finally noticed all the fir tips laden with pollen cones which had been placed along the centre of the dirt road paralleling the swamp. There were literally dozens of them neatly arranged along the exact centre of the road. This can only be the work of Piudi (my Sasquatch contact) who is actively trying to get me to expand my foraging repertoire.
These had been lying there already for some days, perhaps weeks, before I deigned to try them. Although somewhat dry, they’re actually quite tasty. I have long been a fan of eating the pollen of conifers– a highly nutritious food specific to hormone health. (Pollen is the semen of the Forest.)
Pollen Cones on a Fir Tree
There was still a couple of trees on the Mesa bearing pollen cones– so now I know what to look for in the early spring. During yesterday’s light rain I was lucky enough to find a few pollen cones retaining some moisture. They were like eating chewy candy that tasted exactly like the Forest typically smells. Next year I’ll be all over this scene!
Message To/From the TOURS #34 Terminology
by nielskunze on May 14, 2015
River of Life
(TOURS = Team Of United Renegade Sovereigns)
In the course of numerous private email exchanges, I have determined that our greatest disagreement– or stumbling block– now is one of semantics. There is a crucial point I am trying to convey, but it’s getting mainly lost in ‘loose terminology.’
The terms involved have been previously demarcated, but the importance or prioritization among them has remained obscure. The first point needing to be addressed is that Spirit and Soul are not the same thing, nor are they interchangeable terms.
Primarily– here on Earth– we are Spirits. Spirit is our essence, eternal and alive. Spirit is closely associated– or intertwined– with the Life-Force energy– the animating spark coming through our Living biology. Our Spirits lie in the inward direction, coming into our biology internally, and are not something gathered from outside of ourselves. Our Living Spirit is dependent– in time– upon the external things which nurture and sustain Life, in order to evaluate their relevance to internal Spiritual existence/experience. Spirit lies at the core of our Beingness… at the core of every cell of our bodies.
Soul is our passport and the repository of memories for countless lifetimes spent in the external Light Creation. Soul typically resides at the pineal gland, within the structure of our brains. Our Souls consist primarily of light-encoded memories and the mental programming which frames, defines and justifies them. Our Souls– right now– tend to be highly complex and fragmented. Our Souls need to be healed– made whole– and be integrated with the totality of our body/mind/Spirit.
But first, the Spirit must be healed. Life principles must be honoured and upheld.
Spirit connects to and inhabits our biology. The gifts (abilities) of the Spirit are expressed through the body. Our Spiritual knowingness is inherent in the body’s astounding faculties of perception. Our true Spiritual inheritance has been compromised historically through trauma-induced mind control. Long ago, the traumatization of Spirit began on Earth, and its natural connection to the body was usurped by mental programming which lodged itself within the parasympathetic nervous system as Soul-programs which are fundamentally incompatible with this Living biology. It is these Soul-programs which have hampered the Spirit’s ability to fully inhabit the body ever since. We are not fully inSpirited– inspired; as custodians of unlimited internal creation, we are compromised.
I AM a Creator;
I create my inner experience;
That alone is Real,
comprising my Reality…
In accordance with my Will.
(We will leave it at that today– though there is much more yet to consider. Please think on what has been given here. Thank you.
We shall continue shortly.)
Mystical Masters Collaboration for the Week of May 6 to 12, 2015
by nielskunze on May 13, 2015
Our topic for this week was Plant Medicine. This is a topic which has been instrumental in a large portion of my writing to date, so I offered three separate posts– each standing on its own, and yet all interrelated.
Here is what I posted in the Mystical Masters Facebook group:
On Plant Medicine Part One
Truthfully, I could write several complete books on plant medicine… but here, in Part One, I’ll just provide some context for Part Two tomorrow, followed the next day by Part Three– which promises to be very up-to-date. But the link I’m providing today is one of the first entries on my blog from 2011… and the story it tells is from nearly 20 years before that!
Some moments are so paradigm-shattering that words cannot evoke the abruptness with which reality can turn itself inside-out. Nevertheless, I keep trying.
A Religious Experience Courtesy of My Friend the Mushroom
On Plant Medicine Part Two
Today I will provide a link to Part 2 of my online novella, What Happened That Day, which tells the story of the day– May 30, 2001– when my very good friend died while we did ayahuasca for the first (and only) time.
I’ve previously shared Part 1 of this story with Mystical Masters, way back when the topic was Vision. This second part deals mostly with the specifics of the ‘plant medicine’ we took that day. This is more about when plant medicine ceases to be plant medicine… and the ensuing invitation to calamity.
False Solomon’s Seal Flowering
On Plant Medicine Part Three
Some may question the wisdom of receiving dietary advice from the Sasquatch People… and that’s why I’ve gone to great lengths to frame this in the proper context: Parts One and Two.
The objective-seeking skeptical mind of the modern scientist has already rejected the context provided– and its validity– as an axiom of scientific inquiry. The subjective states of the scientist are disallowed within the ‘objective’ data stream. Additionally, the spiritual matrix (Nature, context) which creates and contains the medicines considered is similarly disallowed on the basis of its immeasurability, rendering it unverifiable. To the objective skeptical scientist, it is the substance itself– in delusionary isolation– which contains the whole of the healing agent… in the secrets of its chemistry and physical action in biology.
Ahem… bullshit!
Now, before we move on to the latest dietary advice from Bigsquatch, allow me to address an important– but relatively unpublicized– distinction among plant medicines which applies especially to the modern-day shaman. A plant’s natural state is to be grounded– physically, electrically, spiritually. Quite often in modern settings though, many preferred plants, like cannabis for example, are propagated, grown and harvested disconnected from the Earth, as are all potted plants… unless special steps are taken. Ideally, crops should be grown in the actual ground. A potted plant that is in contact with the physical ground, or is electrically grounded through a grounding pad or wire, has free and easy access to a limitless supply of free electrons. The Earth is the ultimate anti-oxidant!
When plant medicines are wild-harvested or cultivated in a grounded state, they help to heal the Spirit… which we share with the planet. When plants are cultivated in an ungrounded state– isolated from the planet– they are highly susceptible to astral influences throughout their ungrounded lives, and their effects tend toward astral/mental manipulations. In order to get at the ROOT of any healing challenge, the plant medicine must be ROOTed within the whole Life-Spirit of the planet. Earth’s own creative intelligence then informs these medicines.
Isolates don’t catalyze integrations.
So my interactions with Bigsquatch overtly began about a year ago. (I’ll post a summary article link at the end.) It took me this long to realize that an eight-foot hairy galoot who’s able to remain officially unverified for this long has to be better integrated into the local environment than I am… than we are– you and me. So why not heed his advice? At least it makes sense to my drug-addled, brain-damaged perspective!
Sitka Feasting
It was several weeks back when we– the dogs and I– first encountered the cut fronds of Maianthemum racemosum neatly laid perpendicular across our trail beside the creek. The plant had first captured my interest two summers previous, when I had noticed its incredibly fragrant flowers… which were followed by very unique-looking berries. I was having a bit of difficulty– for a week already– identifying the culprit when suddenly, one day, the specimens we walked by every day had positively vanished, gone without a trace! So when again, a few weeks ago, we came across the now-identified False Solomon’s Seal cut and neatly arranged across our path, I was intrigued. You again!
It took a few days to remember to refresh my knowledge of Solomon’s impostor. There’s not very much information about the plant, but what was clear was that it was generally considered edible and not at all dangerous. That very day that it was cleared for consumption, I caught the dogs chowing down ferociously on them at the one place we knew they grew… and where someone had previously laid out samples. Toby and Sitka were loving it. I had never seen them so eager for any other forest forage. I nudged them aside and grabbed me some leaves.
They were soft and succulent, and tasted mildly of coffee with a dollop of cream– an interesting but very pleasant taste for a leafy green. It would be a hit in well-crafted salads, or to garnish desserts! Needless to say, I liked it.
Toby’s Nubs
Toby stripped a patch of about seven plants down to mere nubs in a matter of a couple of minutes. I had to physically drag Sitka away as she just wanted to keep eating. Anyway, the dogs had definitely gotten the message to “Try these.” They must be in better telepathic rapport with Bigsquatch than I am. Nevertheless, the dogs had convinced me to try it and I certainly concurred with their enthusiastic assessment. My own feeling on the action of the plant is one of cleansing… but in a most delightful way. That’s just my own intuition, so you’ll probably be wise to disregard any such hair-brained notions. But one thing I am certain of is that it sits well in the belly and tap-dances very cleanly on the palate. It is food… er… um…medicine. Whatever.
And I appreciate Bigsquatch’s suggestions. Keep ‘em coming, big guy!
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Coming Clean With Bigsquatch (summary article)
The Daily Forest Report May 10, 2015 Duck and Swallow
by nielskunze on May 10, 2015
Although the title may suggest instructions for the performance of proper fellatio, it is really more an extension of protection from my avian friends.
A pair of ducks (paradox) greeted us at the swamp. They like to swim in the same pond the dogs like to frequent every day in passing… so there’s usually a bit of a fuss when we all meet up. Sitka likes to give them a good chase, and the ducks, for their part, seem to shout encouragement at her as though they expect Sitka to begin flying at any moment– an expectation which Sitka seems to share.
Duck has long been associated with the astral realms, conferring earthly protection– especially emotional– to light travellers. Their only claim to grace is when they’re in their true element, the water. They are the buoyant masters of any emotional storm.
After the swamp, we move on to the Mesa.
Northern View
This is the view looking north. I still insist that them clouds er pink!
Southern View
And this is the view looking back over the swamp to the south. Behind the ‘spur’ on the left sits Spur Lake, an ambitious mountain bike ride for one day soon.
The Mesa is a very high energy (telluric) place. Sitka and Toby always, always, always go nuts on the Mesa, racing around chasing each other and wrestling endlessly; they simply can’t contain themselves!
Our next encounter was with about a dozen swallows. I’ve never encountered Swallow in the woods before; I’ve only known them to nest around homes and buildings, bringing their protective force and expanded perspective to bear on the domestication of Life. Their profusion at the Mesa this day made me feel at home, even in this high-energy environment. The speed and precision of their antics in flight lend a certain confidence to new perspectives gained.
That was all two days ago. Yesterday, upon the Mesa, I stepped on a magical snake! Although I’ve come very close numerous times, I’ve never actually stepped on one before. (I have regretfully driven over one before on my mountain bike.)
This was already the fourth snake of the year. We were on the Mesa and the dogs were up to their usual tricks, racing around my feet. I stepped right on the medium-sized garter snake with my left foot. I noticed the writhing movement right away and didn’t even bring my full weight to bear down on that step. Also, I seemed to intersect Snake’s body mostly with the arch of my foot. (I wear soft-soled five-fingered Vibrams.) The snake moved immediately to the cover of a tuft of grass about two feet away– apparently none the worse for wear… thankfully.
I probed around the tuft of grass with a stick for several minutes, thoroughly searching the area in order to make sure that Snake was alright… but it was gone, utterly vanished! I even spent time looking for a possible hole in the ground as a likely exit… but could find nothing. Once again, I have no logical explanation… so clearly, this was a magical snake!
Snake has long been recognized as a symbol of healing… keeping very close to the Earth like no other. “Belly to the ground” seems like good advice in these tumultuous, high-energy times.
Skinny Robin
Robin too has been well represented here this spring. Her encouragement is for new growth and creativity sprung from new perspectives gained. She trills her enthusiasm from every angle nearly every day!
False Solomon’s Seal Flowering
But despite all the animal adventures, it’s still my deepening relationship with the indigenous plants which holds my interest. False Solomon’s Seal had caught my attention two years ago with its fragrant flowers, followed by mottled berries… and then its sudden disappearance from the only place I knew it grew.
Well, it’s back with a vengeance! I’ve chosen to believe that it was Bigsquatch who cut and laid a few stalks across my path about a month ago as a message that I might benefit from the special nutrition this plant has to offer. I was a bit reluctant at first, but now that I’ve thoroughly sampled the tender leaves and stalks, I must admit that it has a very pleasant taste– much like mild coffee. My inner feeling on this plant is that it aids greatly with internal cleansing, both of the digestive tract as well as of the blood.
I will certainly continue nibbling more leaves every day– that is, if the dogs leave me any. Both Toby and Sitka are crazy for this plant too!