All That Dies at Death is Death Itself
by nielskunze on October 4, 2014
(Author narration with background music: Just In from Nowhere by EJ Gold from his album Blue Smoke)
“All that dies… is death.”
Ah, from the mouths of babes! Cameron had been the first up– as usual– and had quietly crept into her room– the ‘gloom room.’ He’d awoken his Grammy– who wasn’t really sleeping– to deliver his earnest message. But, as is often the case with 5-year-olds, he hadn’t gotten the message quite right… but something of the gist of it still shined through his glittering, youthful eyes. It was meant to be a comfort.
All of their visitations– or intrusions, as Grammy regarded them– were meant to be a comfort. They were not. Not hardly. Cammy she could forgive; he was only five. But the rest of them… Why did they feel so compelled to fill her head with nonsense? As if dying was a thinking process… and you had to work it out just right in your head… or else the Angel of Death would politely tap you with its bony finger and solemnly say “You’re doing it wrong.”
How hard could it be? Really? Every damn person who had ever lived throughout the ages had done it; no problem. Falling off a log should be a mite harder than dying; it should be the easiest thing in the world– for the one doing the dying… but for everyone else… it seemed they had some serious problems with it.
The worst had been her nephew, the OR nurse. He had come to tell her tales of NDE’s. “First you’ll leave your body… and maybe hover above it for awhile. You’ll probably be greeted by long-lost loved ones… who will take you into a grand tunnel of light…” Why don’t you just draw me a fucking map? Grammy thought to herself. She would never use the f-word out loud, but these days it was a frequent visitor to her private thoughts. Besides, everyone was convinced that she couldn’t talk anymore. The truth was she’d just run out of salient things to say. Only Cammy knew that she could still talk… mainly because conversations with 5-year-olds were all that made any sense anymore.
“Who is the message from, dear?” she’d asked Cameron that morning.
The little boy had shrugged before answering “A girl… about my age. I think her name is Rose.”
Well, that was interesting. Grammy’s name was Rose, but Cameron probably didn’t know that. He only knew her as ‘Grammy.’ She was curious. “And where did you meet this little girl named Rose?”
“She comes into my dreams sometimes.”
Fascinating!
Now, as the door clicked shut behind the last intruder come to pay their respects, Grammy Rose was left in the silence and the gloom. There was only the sound of her own laboured breathing; even her troubled and profane thoughts had trickled to a whisper in the back of her head. What was left? Nothing, just the dying.
This was it. Grammy closed her eyes with final purpose. Perhaps she would manage to fall asleep once more– this last time– and just drift away. It was true; she slept. Deep into her body she nestled with the measured breaths of one purposefully striding toward a new infinity. She didn’t wake up when Cameron crawled in beside her… and placed his tiny hand on her chest, above her heart.
Perhaps it was nothing more than the heat from his touch. Or perhaps it was the power of true innocence contacting her there, but Grammy Rose was drawn into her own heart. It was the only proper place to be… at a time like this.
And there, she fell into death.
It wasn’t like a real falling– just like falling in love doesn’t involve any real falling. But oh, it was so real!
She was moving into herself in a way that just didn’t seem possible while she was still alive. In the dying process, she was becoming more and more herself… embraced by memories long forgotten. She suddenly recalled Cammy’s message and thought that maybe now she understood…
“All that dies at death is death itself.” The proper message had been spoken by the little girl herself. She was here, in her heart. Grammy Rose met her own innocence. She hardly recognized herself.
“I see what you mean,” she answered easily.
The little girl nodded. “Here it’s all eternal life. There is no death.”
“Tell that to the ones who come to collect the body!” They both giggled. “It’s only real to them,” mused Grammy more seriously. “Such fuss and nonsense… and death is only real to the living.” Grammy shook her head and laughed. It doesn’t exist!
The little girl took her aged counterpart in hand and said “We’re together now. Should we move on?”
Grammy beamed a smile down upon her own innocence, this lovely child she once was, and answered “Of course. If I can’t trust you…” The thought completed itself. “Let’s go.”
Hand-in-hand they turned to a doorway that slowly burst open before them. Beyond the threshold it was indescribable. A place like this had no relation whatsoever to the ‘gloom room.’ Everything about this infinite space within her own heart, hand-in-hand with her own innocence, spoke–no felt– of a living eternity. It was just so alive! So inviting…
“This is the rest of you– of us,” said her innocence. “Our treasure. This is your soul… our home.”
“My god!” gasped Grammy Rose.
“Yup. That too.”
Message To the TOURS #21 The Fate of All the Worlds and Heavens Lies in the Hands of a 5-Year-Old
by nielskunze on October 3, 2014
The sound of puzzle pieces falling into place is like the gentle pattering of rain…
I generally don’t get too excited about materials from outside sources. And in the rare instances that I do, I usually have something to add or clarify to ‘make it better.’ I have no means to improve upon this. I hope everybody will take the hour out of their lives in order to view this little talk by Matt Kahn.
If Jesus or Buddha were currently vacationing on Earth, they might give a talk something like this. Finally we’re ready to receive…
An Astral SOS
by nielskunze on October 3, 2014
Rose fancied herself a channeler. Her method employed a form of automatic writing that would have her sit before her computer for an hour at a time– anything longer tended to make her dizzy– carrying on a written conversation between her alphafied brain and an entity calling itself Charlie. Rose wasn’t particularly pleased with the name; she had hoped for something more along the lines of Metatron or Saint Anything, but what’s a poor channeler to do?
Rose’s method didn’t involve her in any deep trance states. She could still sip tea while carrying on the conversation with Charlie. She liked to joke that only her fingers would fall into trance… and that conveniently explained the many spelling mistakes littering her transcripts.
Charlie, you there?
ROSE! Help!
What is it? Whats wrong?
The universe is SHRINKING!
I dont understand. What do you mean?
Its all collapsing! Reality has started to fold in on itself! I cant explain it. At first I thought it was just me. I thought I was dying!
But you cant die.
I know, right? Thats what I thought. Now I’m not so sure. My friends are disappearing. I cant find them anywhere… And I’m feeling clostrophobic, like I cant breath.
Whats going on? Whats causing it?
Maybe entropy? I dunno. Theres not enough energy. I feel depleted.
What can I do?
Send food.
And how do I do that?
I dunno. Just talk to me…
Okey-dokey. But I’m not to sure what to say.
I’m dying Rose. The world is disappearing…
Things are fine where I’m sittin. I can look outside the window and see the bright sunshine; theres a little breeze russeling the leaves. Its a perfectly lovely day!
Aahh… I’m feeling compressed. I’m being squeezed out!
You mean like toothpaste? Thats funny.
No. Rose. I think this is it. I’m going away…
You can come here.
No. Rose. I’m not like you. I cant LIVE there. Incompatable.
I could make up the spare bedroom. What would my husband say? Oh dear, that would be awkward. He can be the jellous sort.
Tell him about me… your online lover…
Dont be silly! Your nothing of the sort. No, we’ll keep you two seperate. He can be a bit of an inferno… and thats a blowup we dont wanna see.
It would help…
I really dont see how. No, we’ll just keep the peace.
Rose. You dumb bitch! I’m dying! This is REAL!
Real rude! Whats gottin into you Charlie?
Nothing… Rose. Nothing. Fuck yo
Charlie? You there? Charlie?
And that was the ignominious end to Rose’s channeling career. Charlie never came through again.
Maybe the whole astral plane collapsed, thought Rose in a moment of uncharacteristic lucidity. She shut the computer and ventured outside into the bright sunshine… and noticed that the world suddenly looked and felt infinitely bigger.
A Glimpse Through the Tarot Lens
by nielskunze on October 2, 2014
“Oh, here we go again… How can you believe in that tarot crap!”
In a material-based paradigm, in a Newtonian worldview seeking objectivity, the employment of tarot decks is assuredly idiotic. Fortunately, I don’t inhabit such a scientifically unsupportable and terribly outdated framework for reality.
The traditional tarot is a succinct language of deep, rich symbolism. Its full lexicon contains 78 ‘words.’ Admittedly, the language is truncated, finding an absolute limit in the size of its vocabulary, but each word in the tarot language is a symbol couched in infinite meaning. It is an interesting tool.
My conscious mind, my ego, is a tightly-woven reality filter which only lets in the tiniest fraction of the reality available to my senses. (It’s the same for you.) The subconscious mind is a reality processor about a million times more efficient than my ego. It accumulates a million times more data, organizes it about a million times faster, and understands about three-and-a-half-zillion more things than I do (plus or minus 6).
Sometimes I like to ask questions of this quiet genius within. Or, if my questions are too linear– too constraining, I just ask for general insight instead. The traditional tarot is the bridge I use between ‘us.’
Recently, I was desirous of penetrating the murky depths of the collective unconscious of Earth’s humanity. Intuitively I have been feeling the tumult of the collective mind for several weeks already. The collective mind– which is ultimately responsible for shaping our shared reality according to our collective agreements about reality– has become most active. For those anticipating and embracing change, this is great news; for those having difficulty adjusting to alterations in their comfortable trance… well, not so much; it might even suck.
When I consult the tarot, I get to choose all the parameters of the reading– how many cards to draw, the perspectives of their positions within the reading, the timeframes involved, etc. For this reading I employed the traditional 11-card spread with the short-term outcome (position seven) coinciding with the upcoming full moon and lunar eclipse on October 8th, and the longterm outcome (position eleven) coinciding with the following new moon and partial solar eclipse on October 23rd. As I’ve said, this is ‘crunch time.’
This is the image of the collective right now, the Prince of Swords. Though you might not know it from looking at him, he represents ingenuity– perhaps somewhat fittingly for a naked man wielding a sword. The collective is brimming with ideas right now. Fortunately, the historic expertise of the collective is in turning ideas into our shared reality. That’s what it’s always done. What’s new right now is the sheer audacity of some of those ideas.
The pervading energy which surrounds our naked swordsman is one of balance (2 of Swords). When balance comes a-knocking, a rest or a break from the usual ways of thinking, seeing and doing is called for. The challenge for the collective is to ensure that all viewpoints are included.
Blocking the progress of the collective is that age-old nemesis, competition (5 of Wands). We’ve been so bred and indoctrinated to the ‘virtues’ of competition that quite a portion of the collective still believes that fighting each other at every level and opportunity brings out the best in all of us, more so than co-operation and working together would. Go figure.
The foundation of this now moment lies in the hands of the Princess of Wands. She can be an immature and impulsive little bitch! She can be very blunt in her enthusiasm and spontaneity though, so let’s hope she’s got a smidgeon of growed-upness tucked away in those frivolous skirts. All-in-all it looks like our current foundation is decidedly unpredictable.
What lies behind us is victory, the 6 of Wands. And what this suggests about what lies before us is… er… um… victory. Okay Niels, what gives? The very definition of victory is being transformed. In the past, victory was declared when one triumphed over another; all victories were very temporary. The new shiny and buffed chrome-plated victory is one where everyone triumphs; it is the final victory. It is the type of victory which ends competition once and for all. (Competition was represented by the 5 of Wands; the very next card, the 6 of Wands, is victory… coincidence? I think not.)
The 5 of Hearts is a nasty card. It represents disappointment. The thing of it is, though, that here in the sixth position, it calls forth a visualization which overcomes all disappointment. We are instructed to visualize ourselves walking towards the bright future we desire and indulging the feeling of already being there. (Hm… where have I heard that sort of thing before?)
Oh 2 of Hearts, you romantic dickhead! What have you got to do with all this? Romance? In the collective? Really? Yup. It makes perfect sense. The collective is transforming its internal relations– all of us with all of us. By the light of the full moon on the eighth, the collective will have finally fallen in love with itself. The era of self-loathing ends. Yay!
Now, the persona that creeps out onto the world stage however– that consummate actor– is the worst of the worst, the 10 of Swords. Ruin. Okay Niels, tell us the upside of ruin. No problem. How liberating is it to know that the worst has already happened? That’s what this card in the eighth position means. We begin to act from the empowered perspective for the first time when we acknowledge that the worst is past us. Ruin isn’t hanging over us; it’s done; it’s finished. I call that good news.
The 10 of Pentacles speaks of protection. Traditionally, what have we needed protection from? Each other. Our sad, genocidal need for protection from our neighbours comes to a swift end in the realization that we’re all one family. Yeah, some of our relatives are bat-shit crazy, but they’re still family; you still set them a plate at the table… just don’t give them the good silverware, and nothing too sharp!
Our hopes and fears are centred around feelings of frustration (7 of Pentacles). We hope that this is the true end to our ongoing frustrations with the state of the world, but fear that our hope will turn toxic again. It’s up to us. If all we’re doing is hoping… it’ll turn out badly. But we’re wiser than that. We won’t empower our frustrations; we’ll keep moving, stepping beyond… and…
Uh-oh! The final outcome is one of opposition, the 7 of Swords. You didn’t really think it would be easy did you? The opposition we are encountering/creating will likely be very strong. Through persistence and self-examination we stand to overcome fear, prejudice and deceit. We will likely have to give everything we’ve got in order to prevail. And you know what happens as a result? We all grow as individuals in our understanding, especially in understanding of our inherent power. Nothing will be given freely– unless you’re tight with the astral charlatans who’ll promise you a bite from the sun… but that’s just a partial solar eclipse. Don’t fall for their chicanery. You are already all you need to be and more. Allow it to be called forth. Just look at you, big strong human!
And that is what my subconscious mind wished to impart to all of you. Have a nice evolution!
The Daily Forest Report October 1, 2014 Heart-Breathing With the Mother
by nielskunze on October 1, 2014
The vapourous breaths of mountains…
(Cinderella Man by Rush from their 1977 album A Farewell to Kings)
Reality complexifies according to our insistence. It works in the other direction too… simplified.
Sitka is a very uncomplicated creature. Give her a slow-moving river and a few yellow leaves and she’s the happiest critter on Earth!
She could bob for leaves all day long…
What’s her secret? She’s smart, but she’s no over-thinker. Most of her activities tend to bypass her thinking apparatus… and hearts only beat in the moment…
I don’t go in much for group meditations, especially when they’re head-based… too much cerebralizing. But when a three-breath heart meditation that elicits true emotion crosses my path… I stalk it… catch it… and squish it against a tree.
People have asked me “What do you think about when you hug a tree?” I’m pretty sure that there’s no wrong answer here; trees are pretty understanding, and their ability to process nonsense is inexhaustible. But lately, I’ve been doing this simple three-breath heart meditation which I’ve named ‘Heart-Breathing With the Mother.’ It manages to elicit that heart-melty feeling every time.
My first breath at the Hugging Tree is drawn from the inward direction, deep in the centre of my heart. I then exhale outwardly, filling my aura and bringing my full attention to the moment. The next inhalation is drawn again from the inward direction, but this time the exhalation is directed downward along a gentle arc toward the heart-centre of the Earth. At this point the heart-melty feeling usually makes me want to sob in an aw-look-at-the-cute-kitten kinda way. The third breath is then drawn from the heart of the Earth Mother and directed back upward along another gentle arc connecting again to my own heart. The exhalation– which is now the combined breath of me and the Mother– is then directed out from my heart into the world– which immediately includes the tree I’m hugging.
This three-breath meditation can be done anytime, anywhere. It is perhaps the most powerful form of grounding a spiritual aspirant can engage in. I do it often, mainly because I really like that heart-melty feeling I get every time.
Some say that this is a face that only the Mother could love. Well, she does… and I think he’s cute! “Aw…”
My Current Sources
by nielskunze on September 30, 2014
(I will continue adding to this list over time.)
Andrew Bartzis (Galactic Historian) (League of Consciousness Explorers)
The Oracle Report (astrology)
American Kabuki
Kauilapele’s Blog
Ben Fulford
David Wilcock (Divine Cosmos)
Cobra (Portal 2012)
Inelia Benz
Cameron Day (Ascension Help)
Jean Haines (2012 What’s the Real Truth?)
Removing the Shackles
NESARA – Republic Now – Galactic News
Hipknowsys
Jim Self
Neil Keenan
John Kettler (John Kettler Investigates)
Brian Kelly
Heather (OPPT)
Golden Age of Gaia (Steve Beckow)
Dolores Cannon (deep trance hypnotherapist and author)
Carl Boudreau (astrologer)
Zooey (astrologer)
Northpoint Astrology Journal
Lada Ray
The Office of Poofness
The Zap Report
David Wolfe (health, longevity)
John Lamb Lash (metahistory.org – gnoticism)
Paul Levy
WingMakers
New Earth Nation
Sacha Stone
Lee Harris
Jon Rappoport (No More Fake News)
Cosmic Vision News
Matt Kahn
Lily Earth
Kryon
Courtney Brown (remote viewing)
Books – Recently Read
The Quantum Enigma by Rosenblum and Kuttner
Dispelling Wetico by Paul Levy
Entangled: The Eater of Souls by Graham Hancock
The Source Field Investigations by David Wilcock
The Synchronicity Key by David Wilcock
Hidden in Plain Sight 1, 2 & 3 by Andrew Thomas
Nothing in This Book Is True… by Bob Frissell
Something in This Book Is True… by Bob Frissell
All of the Above by Timothy Scott Bennett
Our Universal Journey by George Kavassilas
The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind by Julian Jaynes
The Awakening Codes by Story Waters
Butterflies Are Free to Fly by Stephen Davis
Being Without Protection by Story Waters
You Are God. Get Over It by Story Waters
The Psychic Sasquatch by Kewaunee Lapseritis
The Sasquatch People and Their Interdimensional Connection by Kewaunee Lapseritis
The Dohrman Prophecy by James Mahu (WingMakers)
Quantusum by James Mahu
The Weather Composer by James Mahu
Message To/From the TOURS #20 The Splitting of the World Revisited
by nielskunze on September 30, 2014
(TOURS = Team Of United Renegade Sovereigns)
Let us begin with a question left over from the last TOURS Message, since, in the meantime, it has been asked again… and it is rather pertinent. It goes something like this:
Q: Where do you get your information from? Or… How do you know what you claim to know?
A: Fair enough. I don’t mind explaining myself and my ‘process,’ just be forewarned that it’s not quite as cut-and-dry as you might like.
My ‘process’ is something I began working on sometime in 1993– or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it began working on me. Indeed, I was at a juncture in my life where I was thoroughly disillusioned with the usual methods of gaining reliable insight into the ‘big picture.’ I’m a big-picture guy. I love putting together conceptual puzzles at individual, global, universal and cosmic levels– primarily for my own enjoyment. If you enjoy any part of it too… great! I regard what I do as art.
I was dissatisfied with the common ‘understanding’ gleaned from popular media and state education of a world characterized by a shallowness and sterility which directly contradicted the vibrant intensity of my experience of life as a young man. I embraced my own experience suddenly as the ‘decider’ of what was real… to me. And I embarked on a mythic journey as I opened internally to the voices within me desiring to be heard. And those voices are the characters of the Muse Trilogy, begun with my first book The Thousand-Petaled Lotus, which was written spontaneously over the course of fifty-one weeks through most of 1994.
So I was listening to my ‘Muses.’ I began giving credence to mythic possibilities because I was convinced that reality is not completely rational. I learned to love life again, founded in the love of learning new possibilities. I share and espouse and mythologize the possibilities that fit most easily into the big picture. The big pictures are ever-changing, morphing, transforming…
When puzzle pieces (concepts) suddenly snap together there is an internal spurt of euphoria that tells me I’m onto something. And similarly when I’m writing, I won’t necessarily know where I’m going, but I always know when I get there and I’ve gotten it right. There is a feeling of content knowingness which is not egoic. It comes from a larger part of the consciousness that is me; it is the context within which my moment-to-moment thoughts are couched, cuddled and massaged. It is the plotter who plotted my books wholly outside of my conscious awareness. The plot emerges as a literary device pointing to deeper allegories (in life and books).
And I dream. Even as a child I always had the ability to select the topic of my dreaming before falling asleep. I remember once explaining it to my mother when I was about five years old, that it was like flipping through the channels on the television right before falling asleep and settling upon one as the focus of my dreams. In this way, I ask the ‘architect of my dreams’ for special insight into whatever might be puzzling me.
I inherently trust that just-out-of-reach composer/conductor always at the edge of my awareness. My intuition grows stronger as I trust it. I trust my ability to always assemble a coherent big picture, as I turn over the pieces in my mind. My feelings confirm it. That’s my process in a nutshell. (Am I the nut?)
Now that only leaves the question of where I get the puzzle pieces– the concepts– from. In my books, I fell into the habit of listing all the books I read during the writing of each of my own titles. I didn’t exactly provide a proper bibliography, but a scan of the rather extensive lists would suggest sources for many of the concepts explored in those pages I’d written.
My sources nowadays are primarily internet-based. There are many websites I visit daily, weekly and monthly. Rather than list those links here, I will supply a separate external link.
My Current Sources (I’ll keep adding to the list as more sources occur to me.)
Just because I gather and consider information from these people, books and websites, doesn’t necessarily mean that I agree with the content. And even sites that I visit just to see “what nonsense they’re spewing today,” have a piece of the puzzle to contribute to the big picture; everyone does. And those who hold up their delusions are really propping up loftier truths too.
And just one more thing: my obvious bias. I’m an optimist. My big pictures all tend to have a bit of a rosy glow. From a very young age I always knew that everything will work out in the end… here on Earth. It’s just that I used to think that it would take a few thousand years… and now, perhaps as little as just this generation.
And before we revisit this idea of the splitting of the world, there’s one more leftover question that kind of fits right here among the melange of multiple sources I continually draw upon.
Q: What is the most accurate and reliable news source today?
A: Honestly, I haven’t a clue… and that doesn’t really concern me overmuch… and here’s why. In assembling the big picture, what I’m looking for most are multiple perspectives. I wish to view every issue from multiple angles or vectors… because those differing perspectives are each inhabited by other Earth humans with whom I am in collective agreements and ultimately sharing oneness. I am far less concerned with assigning ‘rightness’ to any one perspective above the others, as I am tasked with moreover understanding the beliefs underlying those perspectives. Reality as we experience it is a construct of our collective beliefs– they are the ‘atomic structure’ in the metaphysical realm… shaping reality.
The Splitting of the World
Prior to the December solstice of 2012 there was much discussion about the splitting of the world. Especially hypnotherapist Dolores Cannon talked frequently about there being two separate Earth realities developing beyond the 2012 timeline. Quite a few channels at the time also espoused a similar separation occurring.
Then, as we moved into 2013, the felt energetics supported the notion that the human collective (our collective mind) had decided to forego the physical separation and energize a single organic timeline through our evolutionary future. We were all in this together.
In the meantime, a metaphorical separation was occurring as each of us was being stripped down to our essential, sovereign selves. For some it was a beneficent liberation, while for others it’s been a harrowing loss of external props, structures and support systems, inducing fear. Personally, I can attest that there are several, perhaps many, people whom I still regard as friends, but nevertheless are as unreachable to my efforts at communication as if they were actually living on Mars. In a way, the separation has been occurring all along.
Recently, the topic of separation has seen a great resurgence in the literature I frequent. The idea had invaded my dreams too. Then, an article by Inelia Benz surfaced a couple of weeks ago which suggested that the old idea of an actual physical separation involving two distinct versions of Earth was back on the table for consideration by the collective mind. That threw me for a loop!
In the past week I have diligently applied my process and reached a few new points for consideration. First, I do not believe that the actual separation will occur; we’re still in this together– all of us. But something of great significance did occur recently which made the faction of the manipulators panic. They saw in an instant how all of their plans laid down over thousands of years might be unravelled virtually overnight. What did they see?
Two years ago when we first tabled this notion of the physical split, the manipulators went all-in and agreed with the rest of us that we would stick it out together and not opt for the division of the collective. At that time they were still arrogantly confident that the former success they had enjoyed with controlling the collective would still prevail. In the intervening two years they have seen a steady decline in their ability to sway the collective according to their machinations. So far they had regarded it as a temporary setback, but as long as their main strategy of divide-and-conquer was still operable, the tide would turn again in their favour. They maintained their confidence that they would emerge as the controllers of the whole world in short order… until very recently.
In the realm of law and sovereignty there has been a major new development. It hasn’t been exactly sudden, but there was a coalescence which showed in undeniable terms which way the wind was now blowing. The good folks at New Earth Nation have been diligently unravelling the mystery of legal sovereignty for quite some time now. The level of corruption they’ve encountered within the judiciary is utterly staggering, but that’s not the major news. (Deep down we already knew that.) What is of utmost significance is that a template or blueprint is rapidly emerging from their combined efforts in the courts which will allow any individual to establish their own legal sovereignty and essentially exit the matrix of domination and control once and for all. The reason why this is so important is that it won’t in any way require the prolonged co-operation or organization of large groups of people. This will be something that any individual can do all on their own… without having to even go to court. Once thousands of people have employed this emerging template and gotten themselves out from under the thumb of false authority, the whole scam will unravel almost instantly. The age-old strategy of divide-and-conquer holds no sway in this scenario. That’s what the manipulators have seen on the immediate horizon… and there’s really nothing they can do about it!
This attempt at tabling the old separation paradigm is a last-ditch effort at salvaging something– a compromise. All indications in my purview are that we won’t ultimately fall for it. We’re still moving ahead together… despite all the instances and examples of separation occurring in the world at many different levels. And this ‘apparent separation’ will be the topic for a continuation of this article in the very near future.
(I intend to be putting out a lot more ‘stuff’ over the next month, as I am very much convinced that we are right in the thick of it now. Please check back frequently. Thanks.)
The Daily Forest Report September 29, 2014 Bringing Sovereignty Home
by nielskunze on September 29, 2014
By now, I’m fairly certain that most of my readers understand that Black Bear has come to represent the self-contained energy of sovereignty… and furthermore that sovereignty– its understanding and embodiment– is a prerequisite to unity. Unity consciousness regards sovereignty much as a mindful building might regard its own structure as being dependent upon the integrity of the individual bricks comprising its construction.
The Forest has been quiet lately. The deer are dancing around the periphery… and the hunters are rolling in in their trucks– three pickups yesterday. For me however, it has come as a time for deep introspection.
The amount of raw data pouring into my psyche right now is rather astonishing and overwhelming… as was iterated in my recent post, a TOURS Message, #19 – Extreme Disturbance in the Force… And a Few Questions. Foremost among my contemplations is this idea of the “splitting of worlds.” Pieces of the big-picture puzzle are dropping into place now minute-by-minute.
Towards the end of yesterday’s outing, my mind was fixed upon the concept of sovereignty and how its explication in our experience is rapidly unfolding. (I will have a lot more to say about this in a followup to the above-linked article which I’ll start in on later this afternoon.)
Even as I drove the truck home with the dogs in the back, sovereignty was still tugging at my thoughts. As I pulled into the driveway I was immediately besieged by the question “What the hell are the dogs barking at now?”
The mama and her three cubs were in the middle of my front yard! This is the very same family of famous bears who were captured in a video on the Mountainside golf course a couple of weeks ago. Their antics have been viewed by millions of people already… and now the celebrities were checking out my homestead.
As I snapped a few hasty pics, the three little ones scurried up a tree above my pond and waterfall, while mama kept a close eye on them.
She maintained her vigilance at the base of the tree, keeping a close eye on the roadway too for onlookers and passers-by. Soon the cubs came back down and the family quietly moved on.
It was a stark reminder that it truly is ‘crunch time.’ Four bears at once is generally fairly uncommon, but four is a number of stability and workability, setting a solid foundation for true sovereignty. I have a ton more to say, but not here. Look for an immediate update in the next TOURS Message.
So much is happening… that’s truly exciting!
The Daily Forest Report September 27, 2014 Colouring Outside the Lines
by nielskunze on September 27, 2014
“It’s the new Splendid Lady come to call…”
(No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature by The Guess Who from their 1970 album American Woman)
I like it when I’m not the only one colouring outside of the lines. Even as a child it seemed as though my crayons had a mind of their own. But now Mother Nature has said “The lines were never real anyway… Life blends into life… into larger life… into love… all inclusive.”
The two yellow salsifies pictured above aren’t quite as crisp as I’d like my photos to be; sorry about that. It was surprising however to see them resurface at this time of year… but that’s just the kind of year it’s been!
And here’s a wild strawberry flower from the day before.
It used to be, just a few short years ago, that everything had its season. The whole Forest orchestration was conducted according to the age-old song sheet. Each had their place and their moment to shine and sing within well-delineated structures and bounds. Now we’ve moved into some freeform avant-garde jazz improvisation.
Individuals within the Forest matrix are claiming their freedom and sovereignty. This is the first year that the dandelions have bloomed throughout the entire season. I haven’t gone a single day this summer season without eating a few dandelions. The old patterns have lost their constraints.
It seems that this testing of ancient boundaries is something we’re doing together– the New Mother Nature and I. Even the edges of the seasons have blurred, where a few days of autumn can show up in the middle of summer or spring can throwback to winter at any moment. I don’t feel that this is anything to be afraid of.
The Forest and I are responding to each other, redefining the relationships between us. Everything which I have daily expressed a genuine appreciation for has thrived and proliferated– strawberries, saskatoons, cranberries, green gooseberries, etc. And even those which I didn’t much care for, like buffalo berry or too many clover blossoms, have been greatly diminished in order to make room for my preferences instead.
It’s fascinating to watch… and rewarding… and endlessly encouraging.
Do try to fully develop your relationship to the New Mother Nature; it is still my highest recommendation in these challenging times.
The Daily Forest Report September 25, 2014 Impulsed From Within
by nielskunze on September 25, 2014
(Collapsing Paper Mansion: Concert For Bigsquatch version, September 23, 2014)
Despite my last-minute efforts, I couldn’t rig up a proper microphone for my minidisk player/recorder. Therefore, we were relying solely upon the audio from my video camera which was set up across the fire. The fire crackles throughout, the dog’s tags jingle occasionally, and when the quite substantial wind gusts, it disrupts the audio levels… but to those who were there, it was perfectly sweet!
Here’s a link to the lyrics… in case you might be wondering what I was actually ‘singing.’
I didn’t manage to play the entire set list I had prepared for the occasion. I managed a dozen songs or so before we all got ‘hit by the mushroom truck’ which rendered further playing rather difficult if not impossible. It was however a fantastic night in a spectacular spot!
This is the view of our camp taken from the south side of the Mesa.
And this is the sun just beginning to rise the next morning over the sleeping ‘hippie’ Darren– whom you might remember from the first season of the Amazing Race Canada.
Morning coffee is an essential part of any successful camping trip. I roast my own beans. These were Bolivian (organic, of course), roasted just two days before. I hand grind my beans in my grandmother’s manual coffee grinder– the red thing beside the bodum (French press). The water we used was of course Dutch Creek glacier water. Good coffee!
Here’s me a few minutes after sunrise enjoying a cup.
Sitka kept watch most of the time, keeping us safe from the two gay bulls roaming nearby. (They are never seen in the company of the lady-cowfolk, preferring each other’s company instead.)
All-in-all it felt very worthwhile and satisfying to make the overnight excursion. Throughout my life, and especially in the last year and a half, the Forest has been an essential friend. I wanted to do something in appreciation, but what do you get for a Forest who already has everything it needs? The only gift of any value I could come up with was the gift of my original songs. I think it went over well. At one point well into the night, we heard a call from up the river valley west of us… which sounded something like a short singular blast on a didgeridoo. It was very weird but definitely cool nevertheless! (Maybe Bigsquatch??)
Astrologically, we’re in a very active time right now… with the equinox, the Libra new moon, to be followed by a blood moon and lunar eclipse in two weeks, to be followed by a solar eclipse October 23rd. Nearly everyone I know is also reporting very heavy and intense energetic sensations and adjustments now. I think we are all being impulsed from within to become more proactive and engaging with the natural world and her rhythms.
Here, in the lunar month of Libra, we’re all trying to find the perfect balance. I believe that it is achieved through temperance. 2014, according to the timeline I published not long ago, is the year for Temperance, the 14th major arcana of the traditional tarot. A thoroughly excellent explanation of Temperance is given in the following article, channeled and posted today by Marlene Swetlishoff.