The Daily Forest Report February 12, 2014 Holding Sacred Space
by nielskunze on February 12, 2014
After a week-long hiatus we’re back. The extreme cold has abated and now we’re into heavy snowfall warnings. The groundhog appears to have been correct in predicting 6 more weeks of winter!
Of quick note, Sitka was ecstatic to be back out roaming the woods, snuffling and prancing, running, jumping and pouncing. We did hear the hunting hounds once again way off in the distance, but we both remained unconcerned.
The traffic patterns in the woods during the week of our absence was interesting in that there was a great deal of activity surrounding the area of the Mesa, but the Mesa itself was pristine and untouched. I find that interesting because during the week of ceremony forging our alliance with the Animal Nations of the Forest previously, they all visited the Mesa, specifically at the place where I buried the agreement.
As I’ve mentioned before, the Mesa is an Earth-energy power-spot that is likely situated upon or very near a ley line. On February 2nd there was a global ley line activation meditation/ceremony which took place all over the planet. I chose to write (somewhat cryptically) of that event in the February Newsletter within the context of the New Earth story; that was my main form of participation.
As Sitka and I are recalibrating ourselves to the Forest vibe, two very brief but very clear messages came through. I feel that it is rather likely that one or both will be expanded upon in the days to come.
The first comes from Elk whose constant presence virtually surrounds the entire Mesa. Their feeding habits and bedding down sites can be seen everywhere near the Mesa.
Elk’s message simply states “Hold your sacred space during the coming storm; it will be needed.” My interpretation is that Elk is not merely referring to the challenging weather. I would expect something else of obvious significance to emerge on the world stage this month as well.
The second message was a bit more cryptic, and honestly I don’t know who ‘spoke’ these words, but they appeared unbidden in my mind a few times during quiet moments of reflection during yesterday’s outing. “Human, you ARE the melting pot.”
It’s an intriguing jumping-off point for many contemplations… in my mind at least. Please stay tuned… and well grounded in your sacred space!
The Daily Forest Report February 6, 2014 The Lack Thereof
by nielskunze on February 6, 2014
Despite the brilliant sunshine, we are currently stuck in a deep freeze. It’s been a few days already since we were able to go for a walk. Our nights are -30C and the days are slow to warm up.
Additionally, I will be away from my blog for a few days. I will also be away from Sitka. Boo! Our family is celebrating my Dad’s 80th birthday. Yay! He and my Mom went to the coast for a little getaway. The rest of the family is surprising him there; he doesn’t suspect a thing.
I will leave my computer with Sitka, so she can post to the blog in my absence if she wants. The relevant passwords are already logged into the computer. You’ll just have to forgive her clumsy paws; she’s not a very accurate typer… yet.
I should be back in action here by Tuesday, February 12. Until then, open your heart and expand. I know my heart is already getting way too big for my chest! Catch some sunshine and stay warm.
February 2014 Newsletter Audio Links
by nielskunze on February 5, 2014
“Please Take Your Place in the Far Queue”
The Alien and the New Age of Scientism
The New Earth: Discussions at the Round Table Part 1
A Brief Note From The Anarchist
More Musings from the Multidimensional Internet: The New Planned Obsolescence
The Daily Forest Report February 1, 2014 Fear: Faced and Vanquished
by nielskunze on February 1, 2014
There seems to be a consensus, of which I am a part, that suggests that we are in a brief “testing” phase. Our fears and insecurities are being triggered in order that we may observe ourselves when our “buttons” have been pushed. Are we reacting with the same old programmed behaviours? Or have we truly settled into a deeper equanimity?
Our individual situations may appear to be unfathomably complex when viewed from the habitual perspective of fear, but when we pause to check in with that so-called fear we find instead that the light of the sky shines above, creating a more sublime beauty for those standing rooted to the Earth.
The incident I wish to report on today was very personal, but I believe that it has a much broader application tending toward the universal. Hence, I’m willing to share it.
It occurred during Thursday’s walk, and involved once again the hunting dogs. This is the third time I’ve reported on the situation of a cougar hunting party in our vicinity, and it is in fact the fourth such occasion.
This time we were at least halfway through our daily outing before we heard the first of the baying hounds in the distance. At first they weren’t particularly close, but they were definitely situated between us and home. That was a bit disconcerting. There was nothing we could do but push on and hope that our paths didn’t actually cross.
As we set out to complete our circuit, Sitka and I listened closely to the intermittent barks and yowls roaming the hills and fields before us. There was a small herd of deer nervously monitoring the situation as well. From their tracks in the very fresh snow it was clear that they too had been milling about in confusion and apprehension.
Finally as we approached the gate which marks the beginning of the final descent toward home, we could only hear one of the dogs in fairly close proximity. As we passed through the gate it became clear that that particular hound was coming directly at us. Sitka was very concerned; she wished to run, to get the hell out of there! I concurred. We began running down the hill, all the while hearing the hunting dog rapidly approaching…
The situation itself seemed like something out of a Stephen King movie… but as I ran trying to keep up with Sitka, my mind was not crafting scenarios of an impending encounter. And as I checked in with my heart and my gut– still running– there was honestly no fear. My intuition was clearly telling me that nothing “bad” was approaching– despite the obvious situation.
The baying hound quickly overtook us; it was just on the other side of a small ridge to our right. Suddenly it was ahead of us and it seemed most prudent for Sitka and I to stop. What suddenly became obvious was that it wasn’t actually chasing us. Had it been chasing us, it hardly could have missed us running straight down the road.
The bottom line is that overall it was a very beneficial incident. A very fearful situation to my mind’s reckoning had been presented, but when I “paused” (even while running) to really take stock of the situation, it was clear there was not even a trace of true visceral fear. My body and its innate knowing were perfectly calm… and yet quite willing to run like a madman through the deep snow.
So the final message is very brief: Don’t let your mind run away with you; check your heart; check your gut… and really feel if there’s honestly anything to be afraid of.
There wasn’t; there isn’t.
The Daily Forest Report January 30, 2014 The Sound of Snow Falling… And a Look to the East
by nielskunze on January 30, 2014
One by one, the notes of a silent symphony
Fall from beginning to end
In choruses of voices, buffeted in awe,
To cover the same old ground again.
Only where power lines link the remnants–
City to city, and town to town–
Of our past comforts…
Are heard the groans of fading beasts brought down.
That old oppression crawls to horizons
While we all raise our heads,
Looking from places wherever we stood,
Countless times with that age-old dread.
But the ineffable shine of these newfound eyes
Lights memories in breast and beast;
Searching these shivers of novelty,
We turn around from West to East…
Something shifted; our load was lightened in countless subtle ways. I’m falling down on my old reliance on poetry because all the important stuff is found in the spaces between the words. Words make shapes and containers for readers to fill themselves…
Yesterday it was snowing and the very air was thick with silent knowing. But from a half-mile away, approaching the high voltage lines, we could clearly hear the crackle and buzz of our own worn-out minds.
A mule deer stood to greet us, brave and trusting, testing our newfound senses. I reached for pictures and missed, while Sitka leapt the fences. She gave chase in a brief moment of curiosity, but was quickly reabsorbed by the soothing luminosity… she understands: good dog; happy man.
Is that the same old rising sun, or a different one… altogether?
The past was always broken and scattered; it never really mattered… right?
I know I’ve tamed that struggling beast, turned to the east and weathered
That darkest chill, that in time would tell… was just us turning on the light.
The Alien and the New Age of “Scientism”
by nielskunze on January 29, 2014
(Author Narration with musical accompaniment)
Edwin’s Note: This off-world visitor, the alien, was forcibly assimilated into the Mi-Fu continuum by Paul early on in our epic tale. Interestingly, it was the “foreignness” of the alien’s mind which forced the data storage unit within Mi-Fu, the Refraction Module, to spontaneously evolve a new means of organizing the data comprising the inner continuum… which led to radical alterations in how the inner continuum was experienced by all assimilants and their “progeny.” When all of the assimilants were Earth-based humans, there was a great deal of redundancy throughout the experiences (memories) comprising their lives. Data storage was easily layered in a linear/geometric configuration. At the moment of the alien’s forced assimilation however, there was suddenly a whole new data set of “bounded infinity” that needed to be instantly accommodated… which it was. Anyway, the point is that although the alien no longer exists as a discreet flesh-and-blood character in the Muse tapestry, all of his memories have been flawlessly preserved… including this conversational exchange prior to the moment of his assimilation.
A young couple are strolling through a city park when the wife notices a rather odd and forlorn soul slumped introspectively on one of the benches. Much to the husband’s chagrin, she marches right over to him to start a conversation…
Wife: Excuse me… but are you okay? You look a bit down in the dumps.
Alien: Oh… sorry… greetings. Yes, I am okay… but well displaced from the dump.
Wife: Haha! You’re funny.
Husband: You’ll have to forgive my wife. She takes every frown as her personal duty to turn upside-down.
Alien: Indeed…?
Wife: Yeah, I suppose it’s true. So, what’s got your brow so knitted in yarns of tangled thought?
Husband: She thinks she’s a bit of a poet too.
Alien: Well… I have been conducting research for quite some time and I am having difficulty understanding Earth-based science.
Husband: Science! Well then you’ll probably be wanting to talk to me. The wife is more into all that new age airy-fairy crap.
Wife: Honey!
Alien: You are a scientist then?
Husband: Well, not exactly a scientist per se; just that my beliefs are a bit more scientific than hers. That’s all.
Alien: (puzzled) Science is a belief you say?
Husband: Well… yeah. What else can it be? Either you believe in science or you don’t.
Alien: (hesitantly) Much like religion then? Science is a dogma?
Husband: No. No, not at all! Science isn’t anything like religion. Science is proven.
Alien: Meaning it is verifiable.
Husband: Exactly!
Alien: And being scientific, you have verified your own scientifically held beliefs?
Wife: Ha! Yeah right. He’s not much into experimenting, if that’s what you mean… unless it’s experimenting with beer and a new kind of pretzel.
Husband: I don’t have to duplicate every scientific discovery for myself. When reputable scientists around the world obtain similar results and draw identical conclusions, that’s good enough for me. I trust that they’re not all lying… conforming to some grand conspiracy or something.
Alien: You trust that the current orthodoxy is correct?
Husband: Well sure. They’re the experts, right?
Wife: Just like Father Thomas is the expert in religious matters… right honey?
Husband: Again, you’ll have to forgive her. She really enjoys trying to get my goat.
Alien: (puzzled again) I am forgiving… but this reference to a goat…?
Wife: I’m just saying that the “scientific” consensus you believe in is just another bible with a different title.
Husband: Oh and the crap you choose to believe in is spoon-fed to you during your “conversations” with Arch Angel Michael! Might as well just close your eyes and make up whatever you want!
Wife: At least I test whatever Michael tells me!
Husband: Like when he told you to drink your own pee?
Wife: It cured the arthritis in my hand… just like he said it would.
Husband: Purely the placebo effect; you’ll believe anything… if it comes to you in one of your mystical moods.
Wife: It’s called meditation, dear. Our thoughts create our reality.
Husband: Oh, here we go… Reality is whatever you believe it to be… regardless of what science has to say on the matter, eh?
Alien: Might I interject here? You mentioned the placebo effect– which is precisely the efficacy of belief in causing a physical cure in the patient… And yet you also deride the potential of belief to affect one’s experience of physical reality. Do you accept the placebo effect or not?
Husband: Well sure. It’s scientifically established. The placebo effect is real.
Alien: Then do you believe that the placebo effect is only operational and valid within the specificity of medical cures? What prevents the placebo effect from spilling over into other areas of human experience?
Husband: Look, I’m no expert… But drinking your own piss! There’s nothing in your own wastes that’s medicinal. There can’t be. It’s disgusting!
Alien: You have eliminated the possibility… how?
Husband: If there was any scientific merit to drinking your own urine, you can be damn sure that we’d all be doing it. And we’re not… so there isn’t.
Alien: I see. So then in your estimation, is the goal of science to limit possibilities?
Husband: Well you don’t want to go barking up the wrong tree every day. Science points you in the right direction, keeps you from wasting your time with absurdities.
Wife: And he doesn’t like to appear gullible.
Alien: But the absurdities cannot be distinguished in advance from the “true” possibilities.
Husband: And that’s why we have the experts– the scientists. They figure it all out for us.
Just then the wife takes a drink from her water bottle.
Husband: I hope that’s not–
Wife: So what if it is? But if you must know, it’s just distilled water.
Husband: Honey, I told you that too much of that stuff is dangerous! It’ll leech minerals from your body. Stop believing all the hokum on the internet.
Alien: This is the orthodox scientific consensus– that distilled water will rob the body of valuable minerals?
Husband: Yup. There’s plenty of MDs who’ve come out saying exactly that. Prolonged use of distilled water is definitely dangerous.
Alien: Interesting. I wonder though how animals in the wild avoid the danger…?
Husband: What do you mean?
Alien: Well, for instance, any wild animals inhabiting temperate or polar climates will have nothing but snow to meet their hydration needs for a significant portion of the year. Snow is devoid of minerals; it is essentially distilled water.
Husband: Hm… I never thought of that.
Alien: Quite understandable. The scientism to which you subscribe obviously requires no thinking.
Wife: He’s got you there, dear.
Husband: Look, we really should be going. Sorry we couldn’t be of more help.
Alien: On the contrary. You have done much to resolve my confusion.
Wife: Oh… how so?
Alien: Prior to our conversation I was attempting to distinguish between Earth-based science and common religion… and having great difficulty. I clearly see now that they are one and the same.
Husband: Say what!
Alien: Both rely upon an orthodox consensus provided by a few elite experts… and the masses adopt the prevailing view as the basis for their own beliefs. It is authoritarian.
Husband: You gotta be kidding me! Science and religion are the same? Come on!
Alien: Perhaps my terminology is somewhat misleading. It is your brand of scientism which is indistinguishable from religion. Science, the type your wife seems to engage in, is a process, a methodology which presupposes nothing. Science is based in experience, not belief. One does not believe in science; one practices it. It is the same distinction between religion and spirituality. One is indoctrinated within religious dogma, whereas spirituality is an open exploration of mystical states and subtle energies. Again, spirituality is a process, a fluid orientation toward discovery; religion is a static system of belief. On the one side of the line, scientism and religion stake their claim with authority; on the other side, science and spirituality move and dance to their own validation. I see now where I had it all wrong.
Husband: Yeah buddy, I think you got a whole lot of wrong going on!
Wife: Now it’s my turn to apologize for my husband. You seem to have stepped on his poor little ego.
Alien: My apologies.
Husband: This is ridiculous! I don’t care what this freak says! My views are sound, based on solid science… and I’ve got some of the best minds on the planet backing me up! Are you going to sit there and tell me that our science is all wrong?
Alien: Beliefs are neither right nor wrong. They are the testable parameters of one’s experience. But as far as your scientism goes, it is only able to penetrate the domain of infinite reality according to its founding premises. The premises of your scientism are extraordinarily limiting… even misleading.
Husband: Care to elaborate on that? Maybe an example or two?
Alien: Certainly. Let us take the premise of universal constants. How can you know that they are universal or constant? Hint: they are neither. Or allow us to examine the premise that matter is primary… and this one really puzzles me. Science seeks to understand causality; its power lies in predictability. In the reductionists’ quest to discover the basis of matter it was fully a century ago that the consensus arrived at energy as the ultimate answer. The irreducible basis of all matter is energy; it is an energetic universe. Yet more than a hundred years later, scientism still wallows in materialism, just as though matter is still regarded as being primary. The causal plane is energetic; matter is an effect. As long as the experts insist on focusing mainly upon objects, scientism will remain as a doctrine of shadow-play, nothing more.
Husband: Well aren’t you quite the little expert, able to denounce centuries of humanity’s finest reasoning in a matter of minutes!
Alien: You do realize that the history of science– as a collective endeavor– is always bound to be a litany of errors? Every consensus among experts through the centuries has been overturned and supplanted by new discovery and insight. Collective science is always in error. You need only look in any book of scientific history for confirmation.
Husband: Yeah, well, that was in the past. We’ve come a long way in recent years. Look around at all the technology. I think that this time we’ve gotten more than a few things right!
Alien: And that is precisely the argument offered up by every preceding generation of scientists. They have all insisted at every point that “This time we’re right!”
Wife: Kinda like all the different factions of religious folk always insisting that they’re right, eh honey?
Husband: Who are you anyway? Are you a scientist?
Alien: Science officer, actually.
Husband: So… military.
Alien: No–
Wife: I think he might be an extraterrestrial!
Husband: Yeah right. There’s no such thing as aliens, dear. And even if there were, I hardly think that they’d be interested in talking to the likes of you and me.
Alien: On the contrary–
Husband: Yeah… excuse me, but I think we’ll be going now.
He grabs his wife by the elbow and begins dragging her away.
Wife: Bye now! Nice to meet you.
Husband: That was one strange little dude!
Wife: I rather liked him.
Husband: Yeah, you would.
The Daily Forest Report January 27, 2014 Nous Sommes du Soleil
by nielskunze on January 27, 2014
Standing upon grave moments of discontinuity,
A time of testing our true vulnerabilities,
Asleep in hypnogogic residue and somnambulistic intentions…
Someone peeled back the lens of the sky,
And the stars were so close they touched me!
On the outside, beyond the sensitivity of our skin to feel, it has seemed as though we are in a “pause.” We can sense beyond our familiar sensations that something monumental and shockingly transformative is going on… everywhere… while on the inside we do battle with ourselves as we’ve known ourselves, while clutching to vague dreams of self-preservation… salvation.
I have felt squeezed and exhausted by the jousting of Light and Dark– the definitive battle being waged in my mind. The sky has hung for days like a curtain at the close of the show, stuck halfway between open and closed, as confused actors wonder about the timing for taking their bows.
The lighting has been oddly extreme. The sun is rarely directly seen, but its effects are an undeniable embrace, like winter’s cold hand slapped across the face!
Our friend Inelia Benz, who monitors the Collective, said “Humanity now feels to me exactly as sunshine upon my skin.” We are the same energy! Together, we are glowing like suns! and daughters!
But before we can proceed on our sky-journeys with Earth, our vulnerabilities are tested. Saturday afternoon we heard the hounds of the hunt again. Fear was thrown down at our feet. We could not retreat.
Ellie, the writer of the script, the flying elephant of my soul asked “Will you craft frightening scenarios in your mind– the life-and-death struggles to defend yourself and your dog? Or will you trust in all you’ve learned about your Selves… despite the fog?”
Yea, it is difficult to not let the mind run away with itself. But it is a mind… with fine tread but nearly without traction. And the body houses but one dread– our prolonged inaction…
In the meantime, we are (of) the sun. We shine! Nous sommes du soleil! We love when we play!
The Daily Forest Report January 25, 2014 The Seeds of Mysterious Futures
by nielskunze on January 25, 2014
Sometimes I just don’t know… and I’m okay with that.
We’re all patiently seated in a classroom. The teacher is at the front of the class… polishing the blackboard… polishing and scrubbing until nary a trace of chalk remains. In fact, there doesn’t seem to be any chalk anywhere in the classroom– chalk is so yesterday. Eventually the blackboard is as clean as the day it was created, like a framed void, empty of all smug conclusions resting in hindsight.
Suddenly, the teacher too, is gone! There’s no authority to guide us. Some are nervous; some are frightened; some stare at their hands… and smile. They are the lights, eager to shine into the void anew, beyond any dead chalk outlines, looking forward, moving forward into a freedom so pristine it was never seen even once in a backward glance…
Too cryptic? Well, how ’bout this:
What the hell is that? It was found directly on the path… again– always on the path! Tiny organs and a little bit of blood? Perhaps, but that just poses deeper mysteries…
As I examined the one more closely, Sitka ate the other. I wish she could tell me how it tasted. Did it taste like organ meat? How did it get here? And why was it left? A gift? For us? Or the whole world?
I am unable to devise a scenario in my mind to explain this “encounter.” There is nothing in the past from which I can draw upon for a suitable explanation. The storyteller is without a plausible narrative!
“And suddenly, without precedent or foreshadowing, the seeds of a wholly mysterious future appeared on the Path! The travellers scooped them up, ingesting the one, examining the other… and found no correlation to memory or knowledge therein. And with their very next steps they journeyed beyond the frozen landscape of all prior expectation…”
This is where we are; how would you like to proceed?
Dear Cougar Hunter
by nielskunze on January 23, 2014
“Don’t go too far, dear.”
“I won’t, Grandma.”
“And keep a close eye on Jesse. Don’t let her get into nothing!”
The little boy nodded “Uh-huh” as he took off to catch up to Jesse who was already snuffling along the footpath among the trees. The puppy wasn’t very good on a leash yet, but she wouldn’t usually stray too far. Jesse tended to stay in sighting distance; the little boy was her whole world after all.
The world this day was magical; everyone knew that! You just had to look at the freshly fallen snow draped across the evergreen boughs, smoothening out the rough forest floor in a pillowy whitewash, dusting the cliffs across the creek. It’s like everything was brand new under this curtain of winter’s silent charm.
The boy had lived here his whole life, but every day was a grand new adventure. There was always something new to see, critters to meet, pathways to discover. Grandma had lived here in this tiny rural community for even longer, maybe forever, reckoned the boy. This ruggedly beautiful place was their home– for real.
There were little dirt roadways to the river and quad tracks through the trees. And then there were deer trails and rabbit runs branching off in all directions. A boy could wander here his whole life and never walk the same path twice! Jesse led the way by the mysterious and playful dictates of her puppy nose.
She stopped every once in a while, lifting her head high with floppy ears flexed. There was something far away… and the little boy could hear it too whenever he paused the crunching of his own footsteps in the thick snow. Maybe it was a wolf or a coyote somewhere up the river valley… The boy wondered what it might be yipping about.
After a time it became clear to the boy that there was more than one voice yowling in the distance. Maybe it was a whole pack of wolves arguing over a fresh kill! He had been to the site of a fresh kill once before with his dad. They’d been out cross-country skiing when they’d suddenly come upon the carnage by the river. A deer had been pulled apart leaving fur and bones and a whole lot of blood scattered over what his dad had called hell’s half acre. The pack had already moved on. His dad had said “Well, it looks like they made short work of that poor fella.”
A half dozen dogs, each twice the size of Jesse, the boy could well imagine that a deer wouldn’t last very long in the face that kind of wild hunger. They’d all have to be quick and stern to get their fair share…
But after a few more minutes it became clear to the boy that he and Jesse weren’t hearing the disagreements of wolves up the river valley. First of all, they wouldn’t shut up. The howling and yipping was a continuous chorus of dubious intent. And the other strange thing was that it wasn’t always coming from the same place. Those canines were moving around… and barking their fool heads off!
To the boy it was a real mystery; to Jesse it was a periodic cause for concern… at least until something else like a rolling chunk of snow would vie for her attention. Puppies are like that. The boy was steadfastly curious though; he wanted to know what was going on… and it wouldn’t be long before he found out.
He was only about a twenty-minute walk from Grandma’s porch– not too far, even by Grandma’s standards. Suddenly the baying dogs seemed a whole lot closer! They were coming right at him!
“C’mon Jesse! Let’s get out of here!” The puppy was frightened now. She was shaking, and it wasn’t from the cold. She was quite content to turn around and head for home. They had just begun to retrace their footsteps through the snow when something quick and silent cut across their path from left to right. “Was that–?” He didn’t even want to say it out loud, didn’t want to believe it! In a moment both the boy and the puppy were examining the footprints lying perpendicular to their own. Jesse’s hackles were raised and she began whining. The baying of the hounds grew suddenly much louder…
The boy yelled “Shit!” as he laid his hand within the track of the cougar who’d just rushed by. He looked over his shoulder and already could see the hunting dogs rushing towards them. Jesse crouched in the snow and peed herself. The boy scooped her up and started to run…
The dogs were on them in a matter of seconds. Undoubtedly they were well trained to track and chase cougars, to exhaust them and tree them for their masters. But in the excitement, in the frenzy of the hunt, hot on the heels of their quarry, they couldn’t really be blamed for making a little mistake…
The little boy and his puppy were ripped to shreds in a dizzying second…
And suddenly all was quiet until one of the hounds, licking the blood from his jowls, began to whimper… a sure sign of remorse.
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Dear Cougar Hunter,
I’m a fiction writer… or am I?
Today I heard the unmistakeable sounds of the hunt– again. I was scarcely a minute beyond the Dutch Creek community when I heard the baying of your hounds. They were just northwest of our longtime home.
I walk these hills around the river valley on a daily basis. I am well acquainted with the furry locals: bear, wolf, elk, moose, coyote and yes, cougar. I’ve met them all, eye-to-eye. I don’t fear them, and they don’t fear me… or my puppy.
What I really am scared of though is meeting up with your pack of terrorizing hounds. You scoff? What are the odds of that, you say? Well, just over a month ago we came disturbingly close to that very scenario. Thankfully we didn’t actually meet up with your dogs that day; no, we encountered the cougar they were chasing instead! You can read about that instance here if you wish.
What would happen if your hunters suddenly met up with a person out in the woods innocently walking his dog? If they were thick in the chase, hot on the scent, revved up to maximum excitement, would they just calmly pass on by? Do you know? Are you sure? Am I wrong to be concerned?
Should you be engaged in a cougar hunt so very close to a rural community like ours? Or is that precisely why you’re out there doing what you’re doing– to protect us all from these wild fiends? I’m just asking questions… for which I have no answers.
I’m a romantic… and some would say a total fool, but I actually have relationships with the forest creatures around here– including the mountain lions. I’ve had another intimate encounter with a cougar before which you can read about here. I’m not saying that we get along as cuddly friends, but we have a healthy respect for each other, and we each think there’s something of value to be explored and developed in this unique association. And well, to be frank, you’re not helping the situation. As a matter of fact, you’re really mucking things up!
There’s nothing I can do to stop you. You are perfectly within your rights to pursue your murderous intent. Most of my fellow humans would even likely applaud your efforts. But dammit! My heart goes out to the lion. I don’t wish to see my friends murdered for sport. But like I said, there’s really not much I can do.
There’s just this one thing though… I choose to symbolically stand with Cougar. As sovereign allies we stand as the new Lords of Karma. Don’t worry; this is just some woo-woo energy thing– kinda like a curse… something rough-and-tumble bastards don’t usually concern themselves with.
As a cougar hunter, your intent is clear. It is to terrorize and eventually murder these magnificent cats. Like I said, you have every right to formulate such an intent. But as a human allied to the great Nation of Cougar it is my prerogative to turn back any intent aimed at domination and power over others, to return such intent to its originator. Intent is a universal force, and the universe is capable of damn near anything. As you project your aspirations along the lines of terror and destruction, be warned that such unloving intent will come straight back at you in whatever manner the universe itself sees fit. It is done.
This energy “spell” applies only to the area around Dutch Creek. You are free to happily go a-murdering elsewhere and remain exempt. Thank you for your time and attention.
Sincerely,
Niels.
The Daily Forest Report January 22, 2014 Our Guardian Angel
by nielskunze on January 22, 2014
The last two days Sitka has been on high alert. She even barked her grandiose puppy warnings at the forest shadows a few times. I was unable to discern anything of note in the places where her attention was directed. Clearly she smelled something… while my nose only dripped the occasional drop of snot.
We know that there are elk in the immediate vicinity; we saw three of them crossing our path in the distance two days ago. Sitka found that particularly exciting but wisely decided that chasing them would be inappropriate. We also know that our route has been traced by what I concluded was a pair of coyotes. It could also be a pair of wolves, as a Dutch Creek resident recently reported hearing the howling of a wolf up the river valley last night. The scat I reported on a couple of days ago seemed too small to me to be that of wolves… but I could be wrong.
The Mesa is our convergence point– a meeting place; we check in there every couple of days. During the week of our absence (while Sitka recovered from surgery), the only visitor of note to the Mesa was Cougar. The prints were clearly discernible in the soft-snow-now-turned-to-ice. Yesterday we returned to the Mesa and Cougar had visited again!
Perhaps some of my readers will find it strange that I take comfort in these signs… but this cat is our ally. If it was Cougar’s intention to kill us, it would have already been accomplished. My intuitive sense in the matter is that Mountain Lion is actually watching over us– not that I actually expect her to jump to our rescue in a desperate situation. But by consistently laying her tracks alongside and over ours, she sends a clear message to the whole Forest.
We are standing strong and true to our Forest Alliance, as Sitka and I mix our intentions to theirs. She is testing our trustworthiness… and I have always had confidence in my own honesty. We are finding our way into a world that works for all of Earth’s creatures… respecting the freedom and sovereignty of all.