The Daily Forest Report March 4, 2014 Like a Snapshot of a Snow Globe
by nielskunze on March 4, 2014
While we were thrown into the deepfreeze again, it seemed as though everything was stuck on ‘pause.’ All of Nature was saying “Hold up just a minute.” As if we had a choice!
The bitter biting cold finally broke last night. Yay! Now it promises to get very sloppy. March is a month that tends to flip-flop from winter to spring to winter and back to spring again… sometimes all in the matter of a day or two! No worries. I’ve got my boots and an extra change of clothes in my pack– always.
When the snow piles up to a foot or more, I really envy Rabbit’s ability to just effortlessly skim across the surface… creating surreal moonscapes.
Legend has it that Rabbit lives on the moon. He is the animal representative of the demiurge (false god). Normally I would refer to Rabbit in the feminine– due to her legendary fertility– but this association with the demiurge forces me into a masculine depiction. The demiurge seems overtly male to me.
Rabbit has seen the writing on the wall– or in the snow, if you will. The long reign of the false gods is coming to naught. More and more of humanity are coming out of their long bewilderment and are beginning to see through some very obvious and basic deceptions.
The month of March however will not likely be a time of overt action. It will be a time of marshalling our collective resolve. We have a great deal of ‘stuff’ to think about and to address with an eventual plan of action.
“Action will be initiated at the time of the next New Moon (March 30). As April grabs hold with new life bursting on the scene everywhere, a whole New World will finally come into being for all to see with their everyday eyes.
“In the meantime, spend your energy tidying up the old and clearing it away– both internally and externally… less phlegm and less junk. Solid new foundations cannot be properly erected on heaps of rubble. Bury it with care, returning all to the Earth for recycling… the making of brand new forms.
“It is well advised that you each prepare yourselves, for in one month hence we all scurry down the rabbit hole… to Wonderland… where your adventures begin in earnest, Alice.”
(Wake Me Gently by Alice Cooper)
Love Is How Y Make It
by nielskunze on February 27, 2014
(Love Is How Y Make It by Gong 1973)
First, let’s talk copyrights for a moment. I’m inviting you, Dear Reader, to have a little discussion about music, consciousness, and the manifestation of worlds. While we’re “sitting” together, this is the music I’ve chosen to play in the background. Playing music in my “home” (this blog) for guests is certainly permissible… so let’s just proceed… until the copyright police come a-knocking. Then we’ll just tell them together to please fuck off.
(Sold to the Highest Buddha by Gong from the 1973 album Angel’s Egg – Part 2 of Radio Invisible Gnome)
Listening to music is one of the only activities which engages the whole human brain. That’s probably not quite true when you’ve got some inane line from a pop song on endless repeat rattling around in your cranium though. These selections are of a slightly different caliber– although not too challenging or alienating as to leave newbies to prog rock scratching their bleeding heads in utter confusion. Let us rather go gentle into imagination and neuronal fecundity…
Recently, I posted something similar which exclusively featured progressive masters Yes, primarily focusing on their 1973 effort Tales from Topographic Oceans. It was intended to unite and inspire. The response was very good!
Everything offered here today is either from 1973 or before. Those in the know realize that something highly significant occurred within humanity’s collective in 1972… It was something which made this current transition we’re now experiencing, the Slow Apocalypse, possible. What was happening musically on the planet at that time was a key feature of what transpired.
(Mixed Up Man of the Mountain by Khan from the 1972 album Space Shanty)
The common thread for these first three songs is a fellow by the name of Steve Hillage– singer, song-writer and guitar player. His involvement with Gong was rather short-lived. The band Khan was his own creation. He had extensive ties to the whole Canterbury scene in the early seventies and was hugely influential in bringing a certain spiritual awareness to progressive music. Gong was a unique organization mainly revolving around the figure of Daevid Allen and other transients cycling through a commune in France. Hillage was just one such visitor/contributor.
I could have selected any of the songs from Space Shanty; they’re all fantastic. I went with the one with the title that resonates with me personally for– hopefully– obvious reasons.
(Mister Class and Quality?/Three Friends by Gentle Giant from the 1972 album Three Friends)
Sticking for the time being with the British influence, there was perhaps no greater contributor to the relentless pushing of musical boundaries within the general rock genre than Gentle Giant. Their every effort was geared toward stretching the beliefs and expectations of their listeners as to what was even possible. Challenging time-signatures and smart lyrics became the prog standard.
Alongside contemporaries like Yes, the music of that magical era carved out vast spaces of creative imagination within humanity’s consciousness. This next selection from Yes is from their second album. The respect their musicianship demanded allowed them to explore the relationship between symphonic classical music and avant-garde rock. They were setting the tone of unabashed ambitiousness that would quickly come to the fore in later efforts once Steve Howe and Rick Wakeman joined the likes of Anderson, Squire and Bruford.
(The Prophet by Yes from the 1970 album Time and a Word)
Chris Squire was definitely the instigator of the snarling bass sound that would permeate much subsequent progressive rock music– especially that of Rush’s Getty Lee.
Now we’re getting into my favourites– the music I literally grew up on… and the music which kept me in the faith, that this life was indeed worth living, as I sensed that something monumental was being accomplished here. For a good ten years in my youth whenever I was asked who my favourite band was I could only answer with a list of five, for choosing among them was merely a matter of mood and fleeting momentary preference. Anyway, the top five were: Yes, Rush, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Jethro Tull.
(Lark’s Tongues in Aspic Part 1 by King Crimson from the 1973 album of the same name)
Whenever I brought home a new King Crimson album I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. Usually I didn’t care for it straight away. I’d have to listen to it maybe five or six times before my brain had been adequately rearranged to be able to begin to appreciate what was being offered. This is a bit of the heavier side of Crim.
(Lark’s Tongues in Aspic Part 2)
It was my brother who first introduced me to Yes and Rush. As a youngster I always read all of the liner notes from every album I got my hands on. What I found astonishing was that immediately after Yes’s most successful masterpiece to date, the album Fragile, the drummer– Bill Bruford– elected to leave the band to join up with King Crimson because he felt that Crim had more to offer in terms of innovation and creativity. Well, that’s how I got into King Crimson; I followed Bruford… and was not disappointed for even a second. Deep down I always knew that what Robert Fripp and the boys were doing was transforming the soundscape of our collective inner ear.
(Cadence and Cascade by King Crimson from the 1970 album In the Wake of Poseidon)
Just in case the preceding Lark’s Tongues was a little too heavy for your tastes (who likes aspic anyway?), Cadence and Cascade displays a completely different side to Crim. Throughout the years I have asked myself many times about King Crimson: Is this even the same band? Actually, no. Robert Fripp, the guitar player, is the only constant in the many incarnations of the Crimson King, and even he admits that King Crimson is transcendent to and independent from his own musical vision. 45 years later the Crimson beast is still kicking out face-melting originality (the photo above is the cover from their 1969 debut album).
One surefire hook for me in the early days was intelligent lyrics. King Crimson employed the services of poet Peter Sinfield as a full-fledged non-musician member of the band. As a teenager I could easily imagine myself in such a role when I grew up… still working on the growing up bit! An interesting press clipping from this era of the band proclaimed in its headline that if Wagner was alive today, he would choose to work with King Crimson!
(Captain Marvel by Return to Forever from the 1973 album Light As a Feather)
Early on I was enamoured of the contrast/affinity of flutes and rock music. Strictly speaking, this crosses over into the realm of fusion. Return to Forever were the very definition of the fusion between jazz and rock; they defined the genre for me. Chick Corea, the piano player and primary songwriter spent significant time working with Miles Davis in one of Davis’ many splendoured ensembles. Another who worked with Miles prior to all this explosive creativity of the early seventies was guitar legend John McLaughlin– but we’ll get to him momentarily.
First we’ll follow the entrancing lure of the flute to one of my most influential favourites Jethro Tull.
(excerpt from title track from the 1972 album Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull)
Jethro Tull was the historic inventor of the seed drill; there is no member of the band named Jethro, musician or otherwise. The genius of Tull resides primarily in the person of Ian Anderson. He’s the acoustic guitar player, vocalist, flute player, lyricist and main songwriter. The entirety of this album consists of a single song, Thick as a Brick, divided into two parts due to the nature of vinyl being double-sided.
(excerpt from title track from the 1972 album Thick as a Brick by Jethro Tull)
Tull were just such a special phenomenon that I don’t feel much need to comment on the impact they had upon our social psyche. I’ll let the music speak for itself.
(Little Umbrellas by Frank Zappa from the 1969 album Hot Rats)
Already by late 1969 our victory over the social engineers and controlling elite was assured as evidenced by the many seminal releases of that year (but that’s a whole other blog post). Frank Zappa was right in the thick of his creative explosion between 1969 and 1973 issuing some of the most original musical compositions the world of rock had ever contemplated. His music and the many incarnations of his supporting bands were wholly genre-defying.
(Eat That Question by Frank Zappa from the 1972 album The Grand Wazoo)
I consider Frank Zappa to be the greatest composer of the twentieth century. He became much more famous later in his career when he began writing songs with highly provocative lyrics, taking jabs at the social milieu of american life in the eighties. But it was his instrumental work of the early seventies which caught my attention and my heart. Frank, you were truly one of a kind! He lived to only 53 years old, but managed to release 68 albums of astoundingly creative music in that time! Beat that! Anyone? Anyone? I dare ya!
(Awakening by The Mahavishnu Orchestra from the 1971 album Inner Mounting Flame)
Like the last musical blog post, I’m ending with a little “wake up call.” This one’s a bit more jarring than the softer classical style of Yes… as might be expected from an alarm clock from ’71. John McLaughlin is the central figure of this stellar band, stepping up to meet the expectations of a demanding musical world. Having served valuable time playing with Miles Davis, John was ready to face the challenging void instilled by Jimi Hendrix’s mortal departure in 1970. The Mahavishnu Orchestra drew upon the unlikely instrumentation of Goodman’s violin trading leads with McLaughlin’s blistering guitar and Jan Hammer’s unique keyboard style. Irishman Rick Laird held down the perfunctory bass while Billy Cobham showed the world how to play drums with frenetic precision.
I’ve presented these snippets into my and our collective past as a trigger and signpost for the emergence of what exactly is transpiring now in the world. I trust that many will recognize the seeds which were sown so very long ago which now bear fruit.
Look to tomorrow for a very important message to be posted here regarding our movement forward from this sacred place…
The Daily Forest Report February 26, 2014 So Much for the “Gentle Lure…”
by nielskunze on February 26, 2014
Deer has certainly been very prominent lately… but then, when are they not? They’re in our neighbourhoods, wandering down the streets, sleeping in our gardens, nibbling on our perennials, chasing our dogs and semi-feral children. I swear I saw one the other day checking for mail in the bank of mailboxes on the corner! (Who issued that key?) We’ve been infiltrated!
Even out in the forest, there’s just no getting away from them! Evidence of their millings and moseyings zig-zags the forest path at every turn. I have no quarrel with Deer. Symbolically they represent the ‘gentle lure of nature’ and the ‘benign initiation into Forest enchantments.’ Who could take issue with that?
But when Deer shows up on my front lawn, right beside my truck, looking like this… one begins to pay closer attention! Is this some warning message from the Fairmont Hot Springs mafia? (Better than a horse’s head in my bed!) Oh wait, there is no Fairmont mafia… Or is this more akin to drawing a tarot card and having it appear upside-down in the spread, suggesting the opposite of its traditional meaning? (Bad juju?)
In all actuality and seriousness, this is quite likely the work of Riley, the neighbour dog. I’m pretty sure that in his fuzzy little mind that leaving a deer skull and spine in my front yard is just the most neighbourly thing he could fathom doing. After all, Sitka is just one of three bitches living at my house, and Riley’s always been a bit of a dirty old mutt… He’s always looking to get some! And truth be told, Sitka was obviously appreciative!
To me the message is clear: we are not moving calmly and peaceably into the Golden Age… and its novel array of benign enchantments. Oh sure, that’s indeed where we’re headed, but not without a few more hapless bankers preferring death over peace and prosperity for all… and the dire protestations of other various murderous psychopaths making their own righteous fuss. To some of the most twisted and bepretzeled minds of these trying times, the Golden Age is just too damned abhorrent to even contemplate.
But– and I mean this in the most caring, peaceful and loving way– fuck ’em! We’re moving on anyway!
The Daily Forest Report February 24, 2014 Invisible Shapeshifters Transforming the Darkness
by nielskunze on February 24, 2014
Fox has been sewing new patterns of energy into the Forest Tapestry for some time already. Fox energy is predominantly feminine, although our forest representatives are a travelling pair– their tracks usually appearing together side-by-side, so one male, one female in actual physical representation. I will refer to the totemistic Fox however as feminine.
‘The purge’ has been global in scope. In our world, the feminine has been saddled with stifling nonsense for ages. There is hardly a culture on Earth who has not known and revered her energy and its ability to work in crafty, nearly undetectable, ways. But sometimes, even Fox chooses to be rather obvious.
With the protracted delay of spring, we have been forced to improvise with whatever is still on hand in the frozen landscape of our battered memories. In the absence of new green shoots, Fox was able to still utilize the brown and withered grasses of the Old World to finalize the purge. Green grass induces vomiting in canines, while the brown husks pass completely through, scrubbing phlegm from the whole G.I. tract. (Personally, I have been a phlegm monster this past week! There’s no remaining infection, but the aftereffects are still having me spit ‘oysters’ quite regularly. Gotta get it all out to make room for… something.)
Don’t you just love today’s pictures? Now that’s a healthy, foxy poop! This picture was obtained several days after the previous one. You can practically see digested mice smiling up from the styled heap!
“We are readying The World (there are 21 species of fox; the 21st card in the traditional tarot is The World) for our newest generation. Our ability to remain unseen has often been labelled as cowardice. We would call it prudence. Recently, this world has not been a safe place for the Female. Well… Fox that! We’ve fixed it.
“The Feminine must now come to the fore. She holds the sacred access to undifferentiated energy. It is the task of the Masculine to shape the energy, to suit it to a purpose. Communication– male to female– whether internally or externally expressed must be clear and precise. The Female must assume the role of the Guardian. If the Male purposes and intents are not supportive of a more nurturing world, the energy will not be forthcoming. That is the feminine prerogative.
“The Way is now clear… Hold to clarity… and firm motherly insistence.”
The Daily Forest Report February 22, 2014 Frozen in Passivity
by nielskunze on February 22, 2014
The Spirit of Winter will not easily release its tenacious grip! Daily, Winter’s ministrations seem to plunge us deeper and deeper into the debts and depths of uncontrollable folly. The cold and the unrelenting snow appears as something happening to us.
And now I feel that I’m standing in a strange moment of discontinuity. And in this untenable place, I will admit that I am currently writing from a place of duty and obligation, more so than from true inspiration. Past pursuits are unable to hold much interest. Between the known past and the uncharted future, something monumental– yet fluid– has shifted. The winds of change have no regard for yesterday; they are not pushed from atmospheric pressures; no, they are pulled from distant yearning.
Here are we marooned on the old familiar path obliterated. We had set our course assuredly just the day before, but it has been erased again as though never had it been. Like I said, a strange discontinuity.
Drifts of snow challenge us, asking “What is the true ground of your conditioned being?” The answer is a whisper aspiring to a shout “Passivity!” We are deeply conditioned to do nothing, to wait out our own frustrations and our fears. As long as we don’t ever become proactive and creative with our seeming lot, we can remain acceptable to the status quo. The long dark teatime of our souls may continue on indefinitely…
In this pause, we are making room. Snow is a metaphor for our souls descending. The cold calculation of tomorrow’s shocking embrace is settling into our bodies now. We are becoming inspirited into the flesh; horizons of new inspiration await our first tentative footsteps… not this mere trudging through the snow.
The sun shines from your own breast! Truly. Kindle it. Warm yourselves. Our spirits have always huddled together… coordinating this grand pageant in which we’re just now learning to finally act! Embrace the discontinuity; touch tomorrow with warming smiles… just another mile to go…
And Now for Something Completely Different… Yes!
by nielskunze on February 20, 2014
As I extend my rarified percipience within the tumultuous puissance of humanity’s collective, I find a bit too much of the ‘giving up’ energy. The extended narrative of our imminent deliverance has recently broken many warriors down. Lately I’m being asked “How do we keep the faith through these ‘ugly’ moments?”
Each of us holds different criteria for meeting the burden of proof. Proof of what? That this journey is real and worthwhile… and not just some random gyrations in a purposeless void.
I made some critical choices so very long ago when I was just a silly confused teenager. I decided early on that the victory of the just and good was absolutely assured… if gems of creative complex beauty were disseminated in the wide world with understated regularity. I saw– or rather heard– the singing jewels everywhere!
(Ritual – Overture)
There were certain artists– like Yes– who celebrated our eventual victory already in the early seventies. Their work was so beyond the ability of the controllers to even understand, it went unchallenged.
They were sowing the seeds for these moments we’re living right now… 40 years later. These are the complex patterns of encouragement… affirmations of human vitality. Music engages the whole brain, the entire being. Allow it to assuage your doubts…
(The Revealing Science of God – Dance of the Dawn)
“Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources,
Chased amid fusions of wonder, in moments hardly seen forgotten,
Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge,
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole.
Dawn of thought transferred through moments of days undersearching earth
Revealing corridors of time provoking memories, disjointed but with purpose,
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructors sharp
And tender love as we took to the air, a picture of distance.
Dawn of our power we amuse redescending as fast as misused
Expression, as only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing
Late into corners, and we danced from the ocean.
Dawn of love sent within us colours of awakening among the many
Wont to follow, only tunes of a different age, as the links span
Our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting.”
I think the lads were onto something…
These excerpts are from the 1973 album Tales from Topographic Oceans which was utterly unique for its time, being a double album featuring only four songs– each of which took the entire side of a vinyl record. It was such a departure from the norm that the album ‘drove’ Rick Wakeman– the keyboardist– to abandon his mates at the conclusion of its worldwide tour. (He would later return in 1977– but more about that in a bit.)
“What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
I must have waited all my life for this
Moment moment
The future poised with the splendour just begun
The light we were as one
And crowded through the curtains of liquid into sun”
(The Remembering – High the Memory)
The inspiration for the album reportedly comes from a lengthy footnote in the Autobiography of a Yogi, describing four rather obscure scriptures.
“Force the bit between the mouth of freedom didn’t we learn to fly
Remember to sail the skies
Distant suns
Will we reach
Winds allow
Other skylines
Other skylines to hold you”
Here they just slip in the phrase “fail safe now” to let the world know that victory is already assured; we mustn’t sweat it. I took the message to heart at a very young age.
“Relayer
All the passion spent on one cross
Relayer
Sail the futile wars they suffer
Relayer
We advance we retrace our story, fail safe now”
(The Ancient Giants Under the Sun)
The ancient giants under the sun…
“As one with knowledge and magic of the source
Attuned to the majesty of music
They marched as one with Earth”
This is just pure artistry, unparalleled in rock music from any era!
“So the flowering creativity of life wove its
Web face to face with the shallow
And their gods sought out and conquered; Ah Kin”
And I too heard a million voices singing…
(Nous Sommes du Soleil)
“Change we must as surely as time does
Changes call the course
Held inside we enter daybreaks
Asking for… asking for
The source
The source
The source
Sent as we sing our music’s total retain
As we try and consider
We receive all we venture to give”
We are the sun… and we all love when we play…
And “clearer companions shall call to be near you”
(Awaken)
This excerpt seems to complete in 1977 what was begun in 1973… the call to mass awakening…
“High Vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be
Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here
Be here now
Here we can be…
AWAKEN GENTLE MASS TOUCH…
AWAKEN GENTLE MASS TOUCHING…”
May this serve to inspire and fortify your resolve!
The Daily Forest Report February 19, 2014 Blood Omens Amidst the Winds of Change
by nielskunze on February 19, 2014
Personally, I feel that I’ve just gone through… something… and come out the other side. New and improved? That remains to be seen.
You may recall that I’ve often referred to myself as the “canary in the coal mine.” Am I a forerunner? Perhaps. So what’s going on? Quite a damn bit, I’d wager.
Blood was spilled very close to home… and only a very short time before our arrival on the scene. My parents had walked this portion of the path merely two hours before Sitka and me, and there had been no blood. All the tracks in the area belonged to Deer… and us observers.
Less than five minutes after documenting the trails of blood, a mule deer awaited our arrival beside the ascending trail. She had a tale to tell, but alas Sitka was all fired up and chased her away instead. The pursuit only lasted about ten seconds, and upon her return, Sitka got the full lecture about why we don’t go chasing our informants away. Admittedly, she will likely have to hear the lecture a few more times before she understands my admonishment and intent. (She’s still just a puppy– not even six months old.)
It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining brightly in a mostly clear blue sky. There was a strong breeze blowing from the south, warming and sculpting. It was difficult to muster any real feelings of dread, despite the obvious omens already encountered.
Further on we contacted a silly lone human in his truck beneath the power line. He was busily doing something in the cab of his parked truck as we approached. When these sorts of things happen out in the middle of bloody nowhere, I usually imagine that the guy is just rewrapping the dead body he’s come out here to dispose of. I don’t like to startle these types of folks. Just then Sitka barked as she too saw the movement through the driver side window. The serial killer had finally noticed us… and came out to greet us.
As it turns out, I didn’t get a bad feeling from the guy at all, and he was quite pleased to give Sitka a pet and have a little chat… once he’d gotten over the surprise of another silly human with his pesky dog appearing in these fields of barren obscurity in the middle of a heavily snow-laden winter. Yeah, no one ever expects to see me out there. Obviously they’re not reading my blog; shame on them!
So what does it all mean? Well… the Slow Apocalypse is accelerating and gaining a fair bit of momentum. March promises to be a rather tumultuous month. There will very soon be some significant adjustments forcing their way into all of our lives. They might even draw a little “blood” in the process… but there’s no need to assume that anyone needs to be mortally wounded.
Coyote and Wolf have also been attendant upon the scene, reminding us that community is the answer to the inevitable confusion we feel as individuals adapting to the coming changes and revelations. (Sitka, don’t eat poop!)
And finally, beneath the thick blanket of sacred geometry– the snowflake quilt– spring is readying her initial preparations. I expect the pendulum to swing wildly for at least a month to six weeks, starting right… about… nnnnow!
The Daily Forest Report February 17, 2014 Independently Healthy…
by nielskunze on February 16, 2014
Yeah, you see what I did there…
Sometimes winter can be a bit harsh. Every cell in my body got squeezed like a tube of industrial toothpaste (whatever that might be). Nastiness oozed and streamed from every orifice as I sneezed my head clean off!
I get a little sick every three years or so… so this time was pretty much right on schedule. Don’t worry though, it’s only intense for about 36 to 48 hours… which are now thankfully over.
I’ve always viewed these minor bouts of illness as a cleanse and purge program, more than the result of a sudden infection. It’s more likely the bits of nastiness I’ve accumulated over the past three years that just had to come out before my body could be ready to handle the next phase of the magical journey. Cocooned in layers of mucous, it’s mostly all out now. (How do those oysters get inside my lungs anyway??)
I’ve never missed a day of work due to illness, and since the Forest Report is my new vocation, I forced myself up the hill yesterday too. All in all it was about a quarter of the distance we usually do, but it was quite enough to get me thoroughly exhausted… which was my plan. When I get sick, I like to force the issue to come quickly to a climax (like squishing a zit). I really don’t like dragging it out.
It inevitably forces me to do everything right for a few days, giving my physical body absolutely everything it could possibly need to mop up the mess. Subsequently, I thought I’d share some of the things I feel are of tremendous benefit in seeing me quickly through such bouts of indignity.
Okay, broken records first… vitamin D and lots of it, like 5,000 IU every few hours. Plenty of vitamin C too, in the form of camu camu berry powder and whole lemon lemonade which includes the pith and peel and even seeds. I took extra antioxidants too in the form of astaxanthin. For three days I took a vile each day of Quintessential Optimal Mineralization to make sure that I was topped up on all of the trace minerals which are sorely lacking in our overall food supply. And then iodine; that one was a bit surprising. I use a nascent form of liquid iodine which I place on my skin to see how quickly my body absorbs it through my skin. The more quickly it’s absorbed, the more deficient my body is at that moment. At the first application of 4 drops placed on my forearm, it had completely disappeared within 2 hours. That’s extremely rapid! Needless to say I’ve been keeping my arm painted an odd shade of iodine orange ever since. The absorption rate is beginning to slow down now. I fed myself on bone broth with truckloads of fresh garlic added. I know it’s working when I can smell garlic in the house the next day. I can. Yesterday I couldn’t taste or smell anything at all… and for a hedonist like me, that sucks! Finally, there’s the specialty herbal teas. In times of transition, cleansing and/or purging, adaptogens are especially helpful. Adaptogens help the body to cope with stress, moving it back toward homeostasis (baseline). Some of my favourite herbs are tulsi, gynostemma, cat’s claw, nettles, chaga, astragalus, ginseng and schizandra berry… tasty and oh-so-magical!
I’m so much better today than I was yesterday, I’m tending toward infinity and invincibility. I think I’m ready for spring now. How about you?
The Daily Forest Report February 14, 2014 Who Keeps Recharging the Batteries of the World-Devouring Machine?
by nielskunze on February 14, 2014
Sometimes I’m just walking along minding my own business and perhaps laughing at Sitka’s antics when suddenly it’s as though the sky opens up and a big preternatural hand reaches down through the opening and begins poking me in the squishy parts of my cerebral cortex. It’s a bit uncomfortable and very hard to ignore!
And then there’s really nothing like the rattling of bones to get my attention… and keep it. As Sitka delighted in carrying around her favourite elk leg, it sounded exactly like a set of wooden wind chimes clanking in the breeze.
“Energy and consciousness…” At first that’s all I ‘got.’ Okay, I start thinking to myself, these are two fairly important themes running throughout most of my writing… but I’ll need a bit more. “Energy AND consciousness…”
Alright, the two together; I get that. More please. “Energy and consciousness are the two foundational aspects directly determining the outcome of any undertaking. The specific qualities and quantity of energy along with the intents and purposes consciousness attaches to it determines– above all else– the result of any human endeavour.
“Energy is neither good nor bad. It is fuel for fulfilling purposes. All purposes require energy in order to come to fruition.
“Many wonder at this late date why darkness seems to still flourish so triumphantly in your human societies. Has darkness not nearly been vanquished by the light?… you wonder… for you are told… repeatedly.
“Listen well: Light is not the opposite of darkness, just as ’empty’ is not the opposite of ‘water.’ Darkness is an absence; it is unable to produce light-energy of its own and remain dark. Dark purposes can only be fuelled via stolen light. Light-energy is the basic building block of physicality. All things are constructed from light… even dark agendas. You cannot build anything from darkness alone… as darkness simply describes a lack of energy.
“Humans are powerful energy vortices. You are like cosmic batteries able to recharge yourselves at will. You are ignorant little power stations.
“Bliss comes easy to humans– though it is nearly always attributed to outside forces, a bestowal, a gift. Essentially, it is what you are. Many have been tricked into summoning bliss while sitting on their hands. You build and accumulate energy much like an electrical capacitor… and selflessly offer it up to the world at large. You have been conditioned to believe that this is only proper. Think again!
“With power comes responsibility; the more energy involved, the greater the responsibility to wield it wisely with clearly defined purpose and intent. As you throw your light willy-nilly out into the world, merely hoping for the best, what do you suppose prevents those with dark agendas from using it for their own nefarious designs?
“Do you suppose that dark entities may only feed on and commandeer the so-called negative energies? Think of the energy of worship and adoration– variations of bliss. Elaborate religious structures have been set in place for millennia in order to covertly siphon off just such ‘positive’ energies too. Energy is energy; this seems too obvious to even ponder, but it is critical to your further understanding.
“As you share your tremendous resources of light-energy, you have a dire responsibility to condition it, to purpose it, to funnel it into a specific well-defined intention. If you merely throw off your light with vague notions of hoping for the best, you feed the beast instead. Please stop feeding the vampires!
“Energy AND consciousness… If you concentrate on the one while ignoring the other, you can make no real progress. Blissful ignorance is not the answer to anything… except the fervent prayers of the dark!”
Of course I raised questions in my mind about unconditional love… I mean, isn’t that the ultimate? Isn’t that what we’re here to share after all? Here’s the terse answer I got:
“In your present state, humanity, you know virtually nothing of unconditional love. Once you truly inhabit/exhibit the Christ-Consciousness, only then may we speak gainfully of unconditional love. Until then, accept that you are a conditioned creature whose consciousness is still bound. Use your energy wisely to unbind your own minds before you so ardently seek to give it away… for those who seek only to bind you will continue to gobble it up… unless you, yourself, individually take steps to prevent them.”