The Daily Forest Report August 8, 2014 For the Sun to Turn Blue and the Sky Purple

by nielskunze on August 8, 2014

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(There Is a Mountain by Donovan from his Greatest Hits on vinyl… a long time ago!)

As Donovan gets all “zen” with us, my attention is continually being drawn to they sky by all of the various flying creatures… from butterflies to raptors and dragons! I’m expecting the sky to turn purple any minute now and for the sun to start shining blue… or something equally as startling.

It began where the road crosses the swamp. Hawk was waiting for us perched beside the road. She swooped in front of us and settled high in a tree on the other side of the road… within the swamp.

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Despite her impressive size, she’s always been a bit camera shy, and this is the best I could do. She hid behind a branch as I peered with camera at full zoom… and she didn’t stay for long.

Minutes later, as I was gathering my daily feast of raspberries (supplies are currently unlimited), I noticed a butterfly to my left gathering nectar.

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It had two full sets of wings!

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You don’t see that everyday… or… er, ever! I waited around long enough to watch it fly, and all seemed normal in that regard.

Okay, then minutes after that, as we approached the Mesa, we came across the two young Killdeer (my best guess) nesting on the ground again. (See the previous adventures of Munkie Dunky.)

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They seem so utterly helpless and so vulnerable on the ground like that, but as Sitka approached while I was snapping pics, one of the chicks suddenly flew up to distract Sitka away from her brother.

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They’re not so totally vulnerable as they appear.

And then as we moved onto the Mesa proper, the distinct whistles of the pair of osprey drew our attention high into the sky again.

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(Sorry, that’s the best I can do with moving targets in the sky at maximum zoom. Next time I might try filming instead.)

And of course Raven was there at the periphery the whole time.

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The birds are getting and holding my attention. Eyes to the skies, people; something’s up!

I definitely have a very unique relationship with this little piece of the Forest I claim as home. The continuous interaction is incredible. Even the foragables respond favourably to my appreciation.

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These are wild cranberries coming ripe. There’s so very many more of them this year… after I listed them among my favourites.

The juniper berries, as I harped on all of last year, are now coming again into their fifth-dimensional flavour expression which is nothing like traditional juniper (gin). They taste exactly like cinnamon Thrills gum– if there was such a thing. If you happen to bump into me in the physical world, be sure to ask me for a sample, as I always have juniper berries in my pocket.

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And perhaps you’ve noticed it too around where you live; the dandelions never went out of bloom this summer. They’ve carried on right through the heat. Hardly a day has gone by that I didn’t eat a dandelion flower or two, so I’m taking it as a response to my appreciation and “need.”

And finally, I can report that gooseberry season is officially over. The berries are done and gone for this year, but the interesting thing is that the main bush I was feasting on every day kept its berries deliciously green right up until the end. The very last gooseberries I could find were on that bush and they were still tart, green and crunchy– just the way I like them. And I told the bush so. It’s so nice to have my requests answered by such “impossibilities!”

Everything in the relativistic realm of oneness can only be defined in terms of its relationship with everything else. We are being called upon to redefine those relations now. Be bold and loving… and be rewarded with happy astonishment!

The Daily Forest Report August 6, 2014 Important Information Pending

by nielskunze on August 6, 2014

Birds, birds, birds! Am I in an Alfred Hitchcock movie?

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These two are osprey. They are also known as the “fish hawk.” They mate for life, and are almost always found near substantial water sources. I guess around here the river and Spur Lake qualify as adequate hunting grounds for these fish lovers.

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They met up with me fairly early on the walk, hovering above me and calling out while I was still plodding through the densest part of the forest. Then, as we came out of the thickets, they were waiting at the power line to continue a lengthy interaction.

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You can see that the one on the left possesses a stick beneath her taloned feet. It doesn’t seem the right time of year for nest-building and they both spent at least five minutes circling above me and continually calling out with the one holding that rather large stick in flight the whole time. Odd. (I really tried to get a photo of them in flight, but training a camera at full zoom on a moving target in a very bright sky long enough for the camera to autofocus is nearly impossible!)

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The symbolism of Osprey suggests that there is important information pending, and judging from their prolonged antics, it will be huge in scope and ultimately uplifting. Carrying around a bit of terrestrial matter (the stick) in such a conspicuous manner for such a long time for no apparent reason other than communicating with me seems a very clear message.

Additionally, Osprey lends courage to emotional issues as she is expert at diving beneath the surface and procuring exactly what she wants and needs– even being able to close her nostrils for the dive.

For the whole of this summer season so far, birds of awe-inspiring renown have been visiting and cavorting daily. Not a single day goes by without Hawk checking in with with us, either visually or vocally through her distinctive, plaintive cry.

Short-Eared Owl made another brief appearance last week, swooping across the trail to the Mesa right in front of Benjo and me.

And ever since Rodney’s disclosure of Raven Nation’s involvement with the Ancient StoryKeepers, our daily interaction with Raven has become very familial. They’re almost like daily companions now!

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I’m still impressed by Raven’s extensive lexicon. I think I’m almost understanding bird-tongue!

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Humanity, we are rising up to a lofty height, despite media appearances, and our friends are welcoming us to make with them new footprints across the sky!

The Daily Forest Report August 3, 2014 Munkie Dunky and the Vulnerability of Innocents

by nielskunze on August 3, 2014

In a world that still needs superheroes…

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(Hungree Mungree by The Niche from their 2002 album Building Up)

Munkie Dunky was kinda like a reverse double-agent… sorta. In actual fact, she was a monkey in a dog suit, living out the superhero fantasy in a world gone mad. Even her mundane identity was a bit of a ruse– pretending to be the mild-mannered Sitka, when the whole dog thing was just a cover for her curious monkey nature.

“What is it, Munkie Dunky?” asked the man without a yellow hat… one day.

“It could be nothing,” answered Munkie Dunky. “But in a world up to its eyeballs in bull, it’s best to always watch where you step!” Oh, how prophetic those words would prove to be… eventually. “Assemble the crew!”

“Sure thing,” answered the man bereft of any headgear whatsoever.

Most superheroes have at most a single sidekick, but Munkie Dunky was more of a super-duper-hero… in that she had two.

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First, there was Toblerone… who was not Swiss, nor made of chocolate… whose specialty was impulsiveness. And in situations of excessive moisture, she doubled as Aquaspaz.

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And then there was the more cerebral, contemplative one, Lass. Yup, that’s right, just Lass. What she may have lacked in extra syllables she more than made up for in her uncanny powers of concentration.

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In fact, Lass had just recently graduated with her OCD from Frisbee U. (If you knew Lass, you’d think that was frickin’ hilarious!)

“Watch out, the world is still full of bull,” explained Munkie Dunky once the action-figure crew had fulfilled the initial obligation of ‘some assembly required.’

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“But in Russia, bull watches you!” Toblerone and Lass didn’t get it… and didn’t mind a bit. Munkie Dunky’s sense of humour was definitely the least developed of her senses. They were just happy being on the lookout for… well… pretty much anything that moved.

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Despite their obvious ferocity, the intrepid crew was rather quite compassionate. And when they chanced upon a “nest” on the ground (it was more of a rolled up newspaper in the shape of a nest, if that)– they all stood guard over the helpless innocents until the man who was thinking of buying a hat– perhaps yellow– fully evaluated and documented the situation.

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The chicks were mostly invisible… but not to the keen senses of a monkey in a dog suit! Their mother flitted and flopped nearby, desperately trying to be a distraction in a world made from distractions… trying to lure our superheroes into… god-knows-what! All that can be determined beyond any shadow of a doubt about the mother was…

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…was that this wasn’t her. (The mother refused to hold still for the camera, but this grouse nearby was happy to hold still; it’s really what Grouse does best.)

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Munkie Dunky nuzzled one of the chicks gently with her nose… but the chick just pretended to be a rock… or an arrangement of sticks… or perhaps a lump of earth and bark.

Such survival strategies were confusing for a monkey in a dog suit to comprehend– not to mention for the sensibilities of the man making plans to visit the haberdashery. Quietly, they all moved along… carefully watching where they stepped!

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…ever vigilant for the slightest provocation to jump into action again!

The Daily Forest Report August 2, 2014 “Shake Your Head As the World Just Nods Away”

by nielskunze on August 2, 2014

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(All Ways The Same/As The World by Echolyn from their 1995 album As the World– the only album they recorded with a major label: Sony. All of their other superfantastic albums were recorded at home.)

Summer burns around us… through us. The sun sent a flare to cut through the smoke. Our touristy neighbours have been evacuated in the south… as the world turns its other cheek.

Has anything changed?

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Do butterflies like thistles? Apparently!

We’re vibrating at a different level now… the first indication that maybe– finally– things don’t have to get worse before they get better.

War, mayhem, and hatred touch us differently now. We shake our heads “Enough is enough!” while only the densest factions continue to nod their heads in syncopation to the old rhythms of propaganda.

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I’ve taken to dunking my head in the river. Stale ideologies are carried away in ancient emerald waters. “The past is old… but the future is ancient.” I get it now, Galactic Historian… circle of Life.

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Mariposa lilies remind us of masks worn within the consensus. Pretty faces are real; masks are not. We thought we needed identities in order to navigate the world…

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…when the world just yearned for our Presence instead.

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Do you know how rare a yellow-blossomed alfalfa is around here? This is the only one I know of– a multivitamin for worldly power in the plexus of the sun… oh how I try to say it with flare!

Things do not exist; only the relationships between them do. Our eyes have been led astray… finding, counting, accumulating objects of hollow desire. I know you’re beginning to see it now… with the eyes that reach out through your feelings. Do not be offended by what you see; we can’t afford to close our feelings again!

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It’s still a prickly, sticky place… but these wings beat to a rising frequency… as we carry the nectar of awareness to a new landing/understanding.

Message To/From the TOURS #16 An Open Q & A Session

by nielskunze on August 1, 2014

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Well, it seems I managed to piss off a whole lot of people with my revised timeline for the “time of transition” as described in the article Tiptoe Through the Tarot. In case you missed it, here are the audio links to that lengthy article:

Tiptoe Through the Tarot Part 1
Tiptoe Through the Tarot Part 2

As a result of this version of events “taking way too long,” my readership immediately dropped off. (Don’t worry, we’re still holding pretty steady now at about 200,000 readers per month.) Seems I wasn’t telling the people exactly what they wanted to hear, so a number of them decided not to listen. That’s great! I’m certainly all for weeding out the “dabblers” from the true pragmatists. Here’s a very brief summary of that timetable:

2000: We begin in foolish naivety.
2001: The Magician weaves his most devastating illusion on 9/11.
2002: The High Priestess sparks the collective intuition that “something ain’t right here.”
2003: The Empress encourages massive creativity through “easy money.”
2004: The Emperor’s achievement through reason keeps us focused on worldly/material affairs.
2005: The Hierophant begins the questioning process through the lens of tradition.
2006: The Lovers make us look at our predominant attractions and all the ways in which we partner.
2007: Enough questions have arisen and remain unanswered that we jump aboard The Chariot and resolve to hold the determination to look deeper.
2008: This is the year all Brave Hearts were tested and called to define the character of True Strength as the economy imploded.
2009: Without the external networks of “easy money,” introspection was forced upon us in order to reach a clearer self-definition.
2010: With the Wheel of Fortune we tried to reassert ourselves within the natural cycles– finding it difficult or impossible to do so.
2011: With the whole world still obviously floundering, we looked in earnest for Truth and Justice– and found none.
2012: The Hanged Man kept us all in suspense as the end date of the Mayan calendar came and went with little fanfare.
2013: With the illusions of a quick resolution set aside, the Transformation began in earnest– quietly, secretly.
2014: Here we are, learning Temperance, the patience and fortitude required to see this through.
2015: The mask of The Devil comes off. The great deceiver, the trickster, is revealed.
2016: Lightning (the light) strikes the tower again and again as the ineffectual systems crumble– visibly, undeniably.
2017: With the debris newly cleared, our collective light shines unfettered into the universe… and we are answered in certainty. Open contact with ET/EDs is established.
2018: The Moon organizes our collective Night Journey in which our bodies are physically reconfigured in order to meet the emerging expanded reality.
2019: We discover experientially that we are The Sun. Humanity’s Radiance forges new cosmic alliances.
2020: Our vision is clear; our Judgment is flawless.
2021: The World reaches a culmination point. It’s graduation day. Oneness as a new mode of perception becomes available.
2022: The Fool has come full circle. Time ends– in that it is recognized as only a social agreement, and the agreement of linear time is dissolved.

That’s the archetypal journey in which we are currently embroiled. The question I’ve been asked from numerous quarters is: What’s the holdup?

There is no holdup. Everything is truly progressing at breakneck speed! We need to really sit down with this process and contemplate it fully in order to realize the enormity of what is actually transpiring. Half the world still is convinced that everything is business-as-usual. The nature of what is transpiring is a complete about-face. That such a mammoth shift in perception/experience can occur by 2022 is astoundingly remarkable. The Pleiadians through Barbara Marciniak stretch it out to 2028 and beyond. The WingMakers speak of generations still, where the shift isn’t fully rooted in this reality until about 2070 or 2080.

Our wishing for a miraculous change happening in a day (think rapture) is actually an obstacle preventing the growth needed for such a change to occur at all. If all we’re doing is waiting, then we’re the holdup.

There’s plenty of websites offering the continuous message of “everything will be fine any day now… just wait a little longer.” If you prefer a pablum of lies, go for it. However, I fully concede that once things start becoming more publicly visible, an incredible acceleration will quickly ensue. But the actual journey from “here” to “THERE” will take time, effort, resolve and fortitude. And yet I expect it to be fun and easy if you’re well prepared.

The next topic of concern here was spawned from the recent article Once (More) and for All (Time). In it, I sought to emphasize the importance of our quantum reality which was scientifically set forth more than eighty years ago… but has still not taken root in the collective consciousness of humanity. Then, in the last TOURS Message (#15), The Demise of the Objective Universe, I began to delve into the implications of our quantum reality versus our ongoing attachment to the illusion of an objectified universe.

Through a series of emails, with one reader in particular, it became clear that the implications of accepting our quantum reality must be elucidated further. If I can sum up the question(s) posed by this reader, it boils down to this: So what?

Let me begin by saying that I firmly believe that just the acceptance of our quantum reality by the majority of Earth humans would be more than a sufficient tipping point to rapidly and radically transform our Earthly experience. And I also believe that it will.

I was reluctant to delve into the implications initially because I don’t want to be the one who’s saying “This is how it is.” The quantum reality is such that there is no “this is how it is.” That’s something we determine together through our (so far) unconscious agreements. The quantum reality versus an objective universe is such a fundamental shift that it should provide food for thought for well into forever!

I will spend significant time exposing the implications as I see them. But for now I’m going for a walk. (It’s where I do my best thinking.) In the meantime, you can contemplate the well-established scientific verity that there simply is no universe of matter and energy existing “out there” in time and space independent from our perceptions of “it.”

I will continue this article shortly… and will recirculate it via Facebook at each update.

Update: August 5, 2014

The quantum enigma changes everything!

If our purpose is to explore reality, the acceptance of the quantum enigma along with the demise of the objective universe is like turning us around 180 degrees, so that we face the right direction for the very first time.

Looking at the “objective universe”– erroneously— has given us a very strange sense or definition of ourselves as an insignificant, random, coincidental and largely ineffectual byproduct of physical/energetic happenstance. From this standpoint, we have come to some very limiting concepts about power.

An “objective universe” (the Newtonian worldview) is actually a reflection of something deeper and more fundamental. Despite our grave and persistent error, we actually learned how to manipulate aspects of physicality by rearranging “objects” within the mirror reflection of reality… or so it appeared. Physical manipulations from the Newtonian perspective require a great deal of energy to accomplish!

We are now at the cusp of discovering that all that energy was being misapplied and misdirected… because we had always thought of such manipulations as occurring wholly outside of ourselves.

Experiences Replace Events

In the old Newtonian worldview, the basic building block of reality in motion was an infinite string of events– whether the explosions of supernovas or the collisions of billiard balls; physical/energetic events were what was happening. In the new quantum view, the basic building block of reality is experience. If there is no one having the experience of an event, the event does not/cannot occur. That’s the quantum reality!

Experience always presupposes an experiencer. Consciousness/perception is inextricably interwoven with any and all occurrences within the quantum universe. I’ve already touched upon the significance of this for evolutionary theory in the last TOURS message linked above. To speak of a purely physical/energetic universe existing for billions of years before the advent of life and consciousness is absurd and utterly impossible from the established quantum perspective. Such a universe bereft of conscious observation/participation cannot be upheld by the quantum reality.

(As an interesting side-note… I find it mildly ironic that in the ongoing debate between evolution versus creationism– a debate that I’ve always felt was outrageously stupid– the evolutionists and the creationists have always agreed perfectly with each other on their fundamental error: that an objective universe exists at all. The evolutionists posit its existence through the agency of evolving physical systems while the creationists have the “objective universe” being created by an intelligent designer. According to the undeniable implications of quantum theory– the most successful theory in the history of modern science– they are both equally incorrect in this regard.)

I have always maintained that evolutionary theory as it stands today has some glaring weak points. The three that I have long pointed to are 1) the origins of life– how the universe went from a purely physical system utterly bereft of life to one where life evolves into countless forms of expression– remains largely unexplained. The abiogenesis process is supposedly a random occurrence, or at least a confluence of very specific conditions, which bring about the first rudimentary forms of living cells. To date, our brightest minds working tirelessly in the most sophisticated laboratories have been unable to duplicate those conditions which just happened fortuitously billions of years ago somewhere on the surface of a dead and certainly unintelligent planet.

2) The second weakness in evolutionary theory occurs at the juncture when only single-celled organisms competing in a survival-of-the-fittest environment suddenly begin co-operating to create the first multicellular organisms– pretty much by chance.

3) And the third weakness in evolutionary theory– and the one that really drives our discussion here– is the very origins of consciousness. What is consciousness? How does it come about? Can it be derived from purely physical (non-conscious) systems? When it comes to consciousness (mind), we simply don’t know. Modern science is uncomfortable even settling upon a consensus of what consciousness actually is. Consciousness has long been science’s ultimate taboo subject. Because of this, our sciences have chosen to remain mired in an outdated Newtonian worldview– despite knowing undeniably that such a view is in error.

When science is founded upon such a fundamental error, some very serious problems will inevitably arise. We are at a time in our development when it is becoming obvious that a correction to that fundamental error is imperative… and if the “scientists” still refuse to go there, then it’s up to the layman to chart the new course himself.

The Universe As Psyche

It all comes back to consciousness. Time and space do not exist independent from consciousness. Matter and energy have no intrinsic existence apart from consciousness. Mind is the matrix in which everything exists. Mind is the “place” where all experience occurs– remember, experience is the building block of the quantum universe.

The implications of this inverted (corrected) view are enormous. When we consider consciousness as just some lucky occurrence in a physical evolution, it’s natural to think that when the physical system purportedly producing that consciousness breaks down (physical death), then the consciousness ceases to exist altogether. However, when we recognize that consciousness must be present in order for physical systems to exist at all, then death ceases to be such a stark absolute. Consciousness precedes life; therefore, it is actually logical to assume that it also maintains some continuity through death.

Update: August 10, 2014

Inexorability/Inevitability

When we entertain the Newtonian worldview, we are unavoidably faced with the problems of inexorability and inevitability. That great big universe out there is gonna do what it’s gonna do, and there isn’t really much we– or anyone else– can do about it. How often do I still hear the phrase “Well, that’s just the way it is,” or “That’ll never change,” or “There’s nothing we can do about that”? It’s the defeatist attitude built right into the Newtonian view. It creates the victim mentality… and then purportedly backs it with science!

Why should anyone in their right mind try to change the world? It’s impossible, so why try? And furthermore, it’s not my responsibility! It’s all very impersonal… because in an objective universe, persons are minuscule things, lacking significance or power.

In a quantum reality, however, it all comes back to you. You are the centre of your own universe, just as I am the centre of my own universe. Certainly, portions of our universes intersect or overlap. That’s a consensus we can share for as long as it proves fruitful to do so. Each of us chooses in every moment how we are going to experience “the universe.” In this regard, we have absolute power.

Reality is between you and the quantum field of all possibility. All that can ever separate you from that absolution are belief systems to the contrary. Belief systems are the tools of priests and other intercessors. And they are simply misguided. Pay them no heed. (Easier said than done, I know.)

Let’s return now to a lingering question…

Q: If we can’t trust objective science to be our guide, and we can’t reliably call upon any religious authority to properly inform us, who or what should we follow?

A: Our own experience. Can you imagine that for a moment? Imagine if we were unencumbered by any belief systems at all. In every moment we are guided by only that which we have already experienced. The sum of our experiences– bereft of the forced dogma of others– guides our very next step into our ever-expanding reality. Talk about life being an exploration! Our souls sing at the very thought. The concept of “impossibility” would utterly vanish! Every moment would be one of learning. And is that not what a human being was truly equipped to be?

So to sum up, the quantum reality demands that we define and redefine our personal relationship with reality in every moment. Nothing is taken for granted in fat and inertial conclusions; there are no conclusions, only infinite beginnings– trim and lean and eager to explore. A simple example of this redefinition of our relationship with reality is the concept or belief in aging. It’s safe to say that most people believe that aging is inevitable and utterly inexorable. I have long maintained that it is not. I’m convinced; and only your own experience of such will be adequate to likewise convince you. It is a choice placed ever before you.

And before I leave this topic, I want to offer something in the way of a definition of consciousness. You can read a great deal about consciousness, it seems, without really gaining much insight into what it actually is. It’s a very tricky subject for sure. Nevertheless, I am confident that I can offer the following statement, and that it might prove useful at some point:

Consciousness is that which self-organizes.

Utilizing this statement as a springboard, we will discover that everything is conscious. Even the seemingly inanimate world of physical objects is cloaked consciousness. Entropy is the principle consciousness uses in order to organize that which is non-living. Life organizes itself in the direction of greater and greater complexity, while the inanimate world of physicality organizes itself in the direction of ultimate heat death (thermal equilibrium). It’s all consciousness self-organizing, but here in duality, the hemispheres arc in opposite directions… completing the circle, the sphere… the totality.

Three Wishes

by nielskunze on July 30, 2014

by The Anarchist

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Jeanie had been granting wishes for… well, ever, it seemed. For ages and ages she’d doled out the heart desires of deserving patrons in neat little packets of three. Why always three? Tradition. Beyond that, Jeanie didn’t know. People expected it– once they got past the initial skepticism of wishes being real at all.

And how was deservability awarded? In the old days, it had simply been a matter of rubbing the lamp which Jeanie had called home and… voila. But Jeanie had fled the turmoil in the Middle East long ago and had subsequently ditched the lamp. People just weren’t interested in oil lamps in the West anymore, and Jeanie got easily bored waiting between rubs anyway.

So now it was just the rubbing that did the trick; no lamps involved. Being a magical creature and all, Jeanie was generally considered to be quite attractive. There were many– men and women alike– who wanted nothing more than to ‘give Jeanie a rub.’ Those who rubbed Jeanie the wrong way… well, they were just politely asked to move along. But those who got the rub just right– in a multiple-orgasm kind-of-way– were reciprocated with the proverbial three wishes.

“You’re kidding, right?” panted Sam breathlessly. “Three wishes? Really?” He was still caught in the inertia of the aforementioned initial skepticism. Jeanie nodded in what must have been a very convincing and sincere way as Sam exclaimed “Awesome!”

Sam was very unlike the others, noted Jeanie after they got dressed. He wasn’t nearly as impulsive or wishy-washy with his deliberations. He was careful and methodical– after the inevitable inquiry about being able to wish for more wishes. No, for the last time people, you can’t wish for more wishes. It’s practically the only rule of wishery– that, and the stipulation that you can’t wish for things that would require permanent alterations to the basic laws of physics. But other than that… the field was pretty much wide open.

“Even if my wish is really complicated?” asked Sam. Jeanie answered the question with a dismissive wave of her hand. Whatever. This is magic. Go for it.

“Okay…” began Sam, digging his mental fingers into the strange wish unfolding in his mind. He was searching for the best way to unpack the complexity of what really should have been a simple thing– something that should have been the way of things already long ago… in a common-sense world. “Okay, I wish that all of the governments in the world who are operating as publicly declared democracies would have absolutely transparent fiscal accounting.”

Jeanie looked at Sam like he might’ve just stepped out of a polka-dotted spaceship. This was certainly not the usual shiny new car, sprawling mansion, or even the fanciest thingamajig with full accessory kit and the expandable attachment. “And how exactly would that look?” asked Jeanie genuinely puzzled.

“Well,” explained Sam, “it would have to be online, on the internet. Every government already has a website, so that should make it easy.” He was still trying to sell it to Jeanie… or maybe just to himself. “It should be a straightforward accounting of all the money coming into government coffers on the one hand. You know, from things like income tax, sales tax, licenses, registrations, fees and such. And on the other hand there would be a full transparent accounting of where all the funds are being allocated. They wouldn’t have to disclose an itemized list for things having to do with national security though. They could just give a lump sum figure going to various secret projects without having to reveal exactly what those projects were… but at least we’d know how much… and how it relates to everything else… proportionally… you know.”

Jeanie closed her eyes and began rubbing her temples. When she finally let go of a big sigh, Sam realized that this was not yet the procedure for wish-fulfillment. He continued to unpack and unfold the wish to make it more plain to the magical creature before him. “There would have to be some explication of the number of businesses forwarding sales tax and an annual resultant sum. Or for income tax, for instance, there would likewise have to be given the number of citizens paying income tax, the number of citizens receiving refunds, and the total amount of revenue generated as a net aggregate. And of course the amount received should ultimately balance with the amount being allocated to all governmental programs and expenses…”

Jeanie held up a hand and sighed again. “I get it,” she said. “You weren’t kidding about the complicated thing, were you?” The question was rhetorical.

“So can you do it?” asked Sam

Jeanie, like any self-respecting genie, was well practiced in giving looks of utter condescension. The sudden fierceness in her eyes said unmistakably “Fuck yeah.”

Cars and houses and bright shiny baubles were instantaneous things. Jeanie could make those materialize without so much as a grunt. Sam’s request, however, required considerably more groundwork. Ideas needed to be seeded in the right minds… and certain blockages needed to be removed from other minds. But the idea was actually pretty sound, and truth be told, Jeanie was glad for the challenge and the change of pace.

A moment later she said “It’s done.” Sam walked immediately over to the computer on his desk as though he wanted to check straight away, but Jeanie explained further. “A complex wish like this takes time to actually manifest– fully, but rest assured that it will happen. And for your second wish…?”

Sam hummed and hawed without actually knowing what the heck hawing was. “I’d rather see how this one turns out before I get to my second wish… if you don’t mind.”

Jeanie found that to be mildly insulting but relented since Sam was really exceptionally good at rubbing her just the right way. She was in no real hurry to move on.

Within a few short weeks it was becoming quite clear to Sam that his wish was unfolding exactly as he had foreseen. Governments the world over– whether small local municipalities or mammoth federations– were suddenly committed to making all of their financial maneuvers perfectly transparent. It was like it became a competition among them– who could be the most transparent. The public was finally able to see in simple stark terms how public monies were being spent. Everyone wondered how no one had thought of such a common sense thing before, but then shrugged and accepted that it was indeed a welcome improvement to the former fiscal shenanigans shrouded in secrecy.

“I’m ready for my second wish,” said Sam one day thereafter. Jeanie squinted her eyes in consternation– the kind of tight squint that would allow her to be blindfolded with a piece of dental floss if need be. It was a look which clearly said “Now what?”

“It’s complicated,” warned Sam again. Jeanie sighed… and then Sam sighed before continuing. “I get so frustrated with all of the lying,” he began, “in politics mostly.” Now Jeanie opened her eyes wide and gave them a good roll. “It’s supposed to be the job of the press to keep the fuckers honest, but journalism is hardly anything more than the propaganda wing of the government these days. ‘According to anonymous intelligence sources…’ anything can follow that statement, and it can’t possibly be verified.”


“And what would you suggest might remedy the situation?”

“There has to be some standard for truth in journalism. Everybody gets the news from a million different sources these days, and many of those sources report wildly differing facts, theories and angles. Clearly, they’re not all correct. Some of them… many of them… perhaps all of them… are lying. And what really drives me nuts is when a particular news outlet reports the supposed facts of a breaking story one day and then the very next day many– or even all of the facts– have changed, and there’s absolutely no accounting for the change. They never go back and say ‘Sorry we got this wrong… or, we were misinformed.’ They just change the narrative of what happened as though we’re not even supposed to notice. Drives me nuts!”

“Sam, what’s your wish?”

“I wish there was a global accreditation body holding all journalists and news outlets accountable for what they report. They could rank all of the press outlets from the largest international conglomerates to the tiniest independent bloggers according to how truthful their reporting is. And they would have criminal prosecutory power to lay charges for the most egregious violations. I mean, nations go to war– or not– according to what’s reported in the press. It shouldn’t be that so-called journalists can just fabricate whatever the fuck they want– or what their governments want– in order to sway public opinion. If a journalist is caught in a lie, there has to be serious consequences. The state of journalism today is a total joke as it is!”

Jeanie was beginning to admire Sam. It wasn’t often that wishes needed to be discussed at length. It was fun and interesting for Jeanie. A few concerns came immediately to mind though.

“Who determines the truth of a breaking story? Can’t the accreditation body be bought off by the wealthiest players? And how culpable is a journalist who’s been given false information but accurately reports the lie?”

“The truth eventually wins out,” answered Sam. “The rankings are fluid and dynamic, changing daily as the truth becomes known over time. Whoever’s reporting the truth will be vindicated eventually… and will rise to the top of the list. And the accreditation body has to be absolutely transparent. It has to be clear to everybody why one news agency ranks higher than another… according to a publicly visible record, and it all has to be based on the known truth. The wealthiest players can’t buy a position at the top if there’s no clear justification for such a ranking. And finally, if a journalist is careful to only report that certain facts are presented according to specific sources– and those facts later prove to be untrue– the sources can be held criminally responsible– if it can be shown that they were knowingly providing false information– but not the journalist who was just honestly reporting what was given in good faith.”

“I get the gist of it,” affirmed Jeanie.

Again, ideas needed to be planted in various specific places and some blockages eased, but Jeanie reminded herself that ‘this ain’t no amateur night!’ And the second wish was granted.

It took some months for the international accreditation bureau to become established and functioning, and then it took several months more for the rankings to attain any real significance within the public mind. But suddenly, the public had a tool for digging into the veracity of any world event. They finally had a starting point for asking “Hey, what’s really going on here?” With the power to prosecute liars criminally, the news was still spun like carnival candy floss, but it contained far less outright bullshit. And over time, even integrity returned to journalism. No… seriously.

In the meantime, Jeanie had to ask Sam about his third and final wish. She asked again and again, but Sam always claimed that he couldn’t think of anything more that he wanted. His first two wishes had already changed everything about the state of the world. “And besides,” he smirked, “as long as I don’t use up the third wish, you’ll stay with me.”

“So is that your third wish then?” she asked coyly. “To have me stay with you?”

“No,” said Sam emphatically, “I don’t want you to stay with me because I wish it. I want you to stay with me because you wish it.”

Jeanie looked out through the window like a queen surveilling her realm. And with a nod she answered “We do make a damn good team.”

And the whole world lived happily ever after.

The Daily Forest Report July 29, 2014 The Ankle-Biter Solution

by nielskunze on July 29, 2014

As the Ancestors are still held within the remains of a crude frequency fence, bold moves among current embodiments set the stage for unprecedented freedom…

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(Toccata and Fugue excerpt– Toccata only– by J.S. Bach performed by the Philadelphia Orchestra, conducted by Eugene Ormandy)

I was happily pigging out at my favourite raspberry patch, occasionally swatting at mosquitos, when the unmistakable sensation of fangs sinking into flesh immediately brought my attention to my calf– right above the ankle. It was just a horsefly, but my hurried response failed to properly squish him, so he began circling me in order to make another attempt.

Okay, we’ve danced this dance a thousand times before. I’ll wait for you to land again… and this time I won’t miss. But lo and behold, he didn’t have the chance to land on me again. Instead, I watched him fly right into a spider’s web craftily strung among the raspberry bushes! He struggled and buzzed a moment, but could not free himself.

As I dug out my camera to document his predicament, Spider moved in to secure the bounty.

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“The cleanup of the astral planes has begun in earnest,” said Spider. “The archon incursion is being rapidly extruded as we speak.”

Nice!

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“Who are the archons (ankle-biters)?” you may ask. They’re the ones who know exactly how to push our buttons internally. Energetically, they require us to be in a near constant state of turmoil in order to syphon off our unwanted anger, frustration and fear. They are psychic parasites, exposed in the gnostic tradition. They have been with us for a very long time. The beta structure of our waking minds is an archontic intrusion. They overlaid their own predatory mind structure upon all earthly human consciousness. We’ve been operating from this foreign installation ever since– misconstruing our own true nature within minds that are truly not our own.

Insidious!

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“As the empire lies exposed and vulnerable in so many places of its own undoing,” continued Spider, “it is finally safe for the White Hats to begin cleaning up this millennial mess. Between Earth and Sun– Sophia and Sabaoth– the intruders are being squeezed out like the puss from a festering zit.

“Imagine that you have been like children in a playground, and your ‘supervisors’ have done everything to pit each of you against each other, whispering lies and provocations at every opportunity. You’ve had little chance to grow up.

“Your maturation now shall be swift and in profound contrast to your troubled childhood. True learning may now begin!”

The Daily Forest Report July 28, 2014 Lucky to Be Alive!

by nielskunze on July 28, 2014

Please forgive my recent absence here. I stand in the eye of the hurricane… as the playing field is levelled.

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(Octopus by Syd Barrett from his 1970 release The Madcap Laughs)

(The story of Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd in the late sixties is a very interesting one… one that you may choose to look into on your own. In 1967, Pink Floyd released their debut album, Piper at the Gates of Dawn, which is a masterpiece of fearless originality… and it’s all Syd.)

Yesterday morning I sat down at the computer at my usual time to write up the Daily Forest Report. And I came up empty! That doesn’t happen to me… ever. My mind was a total blank; I felt a certain emptiness. I couldn’t explain it, and I was powerless to fight it. I closed my laptop, and decided to go about my day.

A few minutes later I received a phone call. The battered voice at the other end of the line was that of my longtime friend and roommate whom I had assumed was sleeping upstairs. The call was from the hospital; he would need a ride home in a few hours, just as soon as he stopped pissing blood. His vehicle was totalled; he’d been in a serious crash. No one else was involved; he was the only injured party… and he’d live. Thank god!

Everything can change in an instant! I keep witnessing it over and over. Lives are being stripped bare. Everyone is getting ample opportunity to re-evaluate their priorities. Where in the past there may have been some wiggle-room, now there is none. Our lives are being mercilessly redefined in the starkest of terms. There is no escape.

All we can do– and always should have done– is to live by principle. We absolutely have to do what’s right in every situation. Our digressions– those moments when we know we’re betraying our principles– are being redrawn in bold lines of dire consequence. We have to heed our own best advice– consistently.

The curtain is falling on the golden age of hypocrisy. It’s getting real– too real.

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We’re coming out of the long grass and the weeds, taking stock of our true situation, and preparing to make the daring leap to lives of blissful integrity. Grasshoppers are well armoured for awkward landings; we’re soft and squishy beneath lifetimes of practiced armouring. Our familiar defences are being taken from us. Are we ready to see ourselves naked?

In times of total chaos (transition), it’s good to remind ourselves that we are all truly lucky to be alive!

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The Daily Forest Report July 25, 2014 Ball of Confusion

by nielskunze on July 25, 2014

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(Ball of Confusion by Love and Rockets from their 1985 album Seventh Dream of Teenage Heaven)

“Storm clouds gather ominously…”

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“…and nary a drop of rain will fall, spelling disaster for some.”

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“Dark and clouded skies just prolong the torture of Hope– the very last demon in Pandora’s box. Wedded to televisions and news feeds… and everyone else’s business…”

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“…you fill your perceptions with horizons beyond your grasp… and yet, they are able to grip you through the inactions they inspire. Ask yourself: Who are you listening to?”

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“Is there anything practical that you can do here and now?”

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“Attending to details that don’t pertain to you in any way bolsters your impotence. And that is the lie you keep insisting on telling yourself!”

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“I am here, now… perfectly centred in my world… and the wind will blow. And countless others will attend to their own joy so that it may live on for all. Your joy is your greatest gift to the world!”

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“Fear is a tight knot in a quantum entangled reality. It denies countless possibilities/opportunities, channelling expectations toward a singular disaster. And the Raspberry blooms and bears fruit. Can you see the bright choices?”

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“Spreading yourselves at the very periphery of your awareness and concern like jam is a surefire way to becoming toast! Attend to that which is within your grasp to affect.”

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“And then you will hold out so much more than a fleeting ephemeral hope. Nay, these are the fruits and seeds of joy… and they count for everything!”

The Daily Forest Report July 23, 2014 Can You See the Real…?

by nielskunze on July 23, 2014

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(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.”

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“Searching fruitlessly among so ‘many’ trees, the Forest cannot be found… and Bull is quite likely to be encountered!”

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“Are you a relativistic identity, or a seamless and undefined presence?”

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Now that’s a real chin-scratcher!

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“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.”

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“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.”

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“Inner and outer are singular; ask the One… or Dr. Einstein… or Dr. Jung… or your own faceless Presence.”

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“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!”

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“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.”