The Free Radical

And quietly, the Sun slipped from beneath the heavy and restrictive blankets of Capricorn into the light and breezy morn of an Aquarius Sunday… Ah…

I don’t suppose there’s any logical constraint preventing these messages from being issued directly from Sitka or myself. After all, we are Forest critters too… both having been properly initiated into the Forest Life– me by Wasp, and Sitka by Mountain Lion (glamour hog!).

Sitka has been running much the same message for a few weeks already. Mostly it’s been for me, but she wishes to reach a wider audience too. I just hope that her vet isn’t one of my regular readers… or I could soon be in for a severe scolding.

Her surgeries were completed last Monday the 13th. By Thursday already Sitka was feeling the need to get out of the house. I took her that afternoon for an hour without the protective cone around her head… but still firmly on the leash for a little walk in the woods. She was very grateful, and at the conclusion of that brief outing she put the cone back on her head herself as soon as we got back to the truck. Smart dog!

By the next day she wasn’t having anymore of that leash nonsense! Clearly she was back to feeling fully invincible as we reacquainted ourselves with the regular route. She was just so damned happy!

It’s still another four days until we can go and get the stitches around her eyes removed. Hopefully the vet won’t see this post of his patient pushing the limits of unbounded enthusiasm!

Sitka’s message has lately been one of exuberant joy… and it is definitely infectious! It’s impossible to watch her antics out in the forest without bursting out laughing time and again. Perhaps it is just in a puppy’s true nature to be this ridiculous dispenser of continual mirth. Sitka seems to be particularly adept at it.

Anyway, needless to say that Sitka is recovering well and the Forest Reports have fully resumed… and let the pandemic of joy truly begin… here in the New World, the New Life… among the untried possibilities!

Okay, so this is one of those post-it notes covering my brain that I told you about recently. It’s a tricky mystery…

Hey, sorry about the poop. We’ve actually encountered a fair bit of coyote poop in the last few weeks. Sitka’s first encounter had her chowing down on it rather enthusiastically. (Truth be told, the most common phrase I repeat out in the woods is “Hey, Sitka! Don’t eat poop!” She especially likes the elk and deer “raisinettes”.) I have to admit though that her first taste of coyote poop got her all supercharged. Her undeniable message that day was “Eat shit and live!” Maybe the cure for depression is coyote poop… who knew?

So… back to the picture. (Just as an aside, you can really see Sitka’s eye entropion in this photo. It looks like her eyes are set way back inside her skull. It’s actually an excess of skin folded inwardly causing the eyelashes to scrape directly on her corneas. She has now had this surgically corrected and is recovering wonderfully.) So… two coyote poops side-by-side– I’ve never seen that before. And yes, it definitely is coyote because upon closer inspection there can be seen a fair bit of fur throughout– from eating furred critters. Coyote challenges us with his cryptic message…

“Are you much pleased with the state of your world?” (Note: “your world” not “our world”.)

“If you measure it by yesterday’s standards, it is the very same tired old trick being played upon your fears and sensitivities.

“As you read between the lines… learn to live between the lines, between the black-and-white logic from which stifling illusions are crafted.

“The Tricksters themselves are being tricked. They are incapable of seeing anything beyond their own nefarious schemes. You can simply step beyond their limited vision… if you can acknowledge the possibility of new possibilities.

“It cannot be given to you; it must be taken, seized… apprehended by the Spirit of Wonder.

“I am being deliberately obtuse… so that you don’t have to… anymore.”

Get it?

Okay, it’s not an actual Report. As Sitka is still recovering from her surgeries on Monday, I thought I’d post a little video of some of the terrain we encounter daily. I took this video a week or two ago. Most people find the “Tibetan Trail” challenging enough in the summer; here it is in the winter. You may notice that Sitka likes to chase anything that rolls down the hill… regardless of where I am or what I’m doing! Sometimes I wish I had her “four wheel drive” and puppy-claw tread!

The Tibetan Trail from Niels Kunze on Vimeo.

It was about twenty years ago that we came to expect about a week of January rains. In the mid-nineties, every January we seemed to get a week of unusually warm temperatures accompanied by a fair bit of rainfall– which would wreak havoc with snow conditions for skiers and snowboarders. Well, it’s back.

The weather this past week has been (and still is) crazy! January is really smack dab in the middle of winter around here. Further up the mountains it still looks like winter, but at the valley’s bottom… not so much.

Cold is one thing; cold and wet… a more ferocious animal altogether! But the rain didn’t stop us. Sitka and I knew we would get soaked, and we did.

There I am looking my soggy best! When these forest adventures began, I knew there would be days when saner more prudent adventurers would just choose to stay home. But the creatures of the forest don’t really have that option. They’re out there in whatever Mother Nature decides to hurl at them. I’ve claimed my status as a forest participant; that means I can’t just pretend otherwise whenever it’s convenient to do so. Besides, it’s all part of experiencing how the exact same daily routine can be so drastically different from one excursion to the next. It’s all part of the overall experience.

On our wettest day, there was an extreme play between light and dark. When the rains poured down it was nearly as dark as night… but a half-hour later, the sun would shine for a few minutes, until the next squall rolled over the mountains. There seemed to be a real battle between light and dark… while Sitka and I just did our best to navigate through it.

Sitka is in for surgery today, so this week may not see us out on our regular adventures until she’s had time to recover. She has a birth defect with her eyes called entropion, where the eyelids are folded inward upon the eye causing the lashes to constantly scrape the cornea. Hopefully the vet will be able to relieve that today.

In the meantime, I was recently heartened by a dream I had. I was in the full embrace of Mother Earth– who presented herself as a female woman. We sank to the ground as peace and love washed over/through me. We were moving through a transitional time where outwardly things looked a mite bleak, but inwardly all was well… as never before.

I think we nearly moved through a significant transition about twenty years ago, but the main plan got derailed for a time… and now we’re again good to go. Mystical indicators abound, and I fully trust that something pivotal is occurring right now.

There likely won’t be any new Forest Reports for at least a few days… Happy transitioning everyone!

Picture my brain covered in post-it notes. The messages are piling up!

Today’s directive is actually a composite message coming from Sabaoth (the Gnostic name for the Sun), the River and a blogger named Laura Bruno.

It began a few days ago during the latest cold snap. It was natural for me to begin talking to the sun. Naturally, I asked her (feminine according to the Gnostics) if she couldn’t do something immediate to warm things up a bit. By my reckoning that occurred right around the time the latest X1 flare was discharged from her surface with an accompanying CME– directed straight at Earth. The brief words accompanying that solar event given to me were “You have every opportunity now to redefine your personal relationship to everything.”

A message like that is just too big to really be practical. (Just what one might expect from Sabaoth!)

When I got to the river, I noticed a couple of things right away. First, there seemed to be a lot more water flowing than usual for the middle of winter. This is a glacial fed creek and there had been no recent melting. Secondly, there were many huge chunks and slabs of ice breaking off and choking up the flow.

Once again the river had spilled its banks and was flowing directly down my usual path. It was cutting new winter tributaries through the forest trees.

To me the message was clear: “You’re not venturing far enough outside of the familiar box!” Again, the message was pretty general, but coupled with some of my recent reading, I had a good idea where this was going.

Typically, we think of things like the weather as something that happens to us, quite beyond our control. The Sun had told me flatly “Not true!”

And then there’s things like the radiation from Japan which has lately been saturating the alternative news again. These types of reports tend to put us automatically into victim-consciousness. “Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it. We’re all getting fried!”

The core of the issue (which is currently in full meltdown) is each of us choosing for ourselves to move from passive acceptance of our supposed victimhood into a place of creative empowerment. ‘Shit happens’ is the old paradigm… and all who wish to cling to it are certainly welcome to. The clarion call of the New Age however, draws us into actively redefining every aspect of our own personal relationship to reality– in whatever ways occur to us.

Consider the radiation dilemma. “Radiation is bad.” This bit of programming has been very insistent, and few would dispute it. One who vehemently and adamantly disputes this though is Sabaoth– the Sun. Radiation is energy; it is neither inherently good nor bad. It is how it is utilized which qualifies it thus.

Radiation stimulates mutation, a driving force in evolution. Fukushima has thrown down the gauntlet. “Evolve or die!”

“Have you ever noticed,” asks the River, “that historically during any extinction event, whether pandemic, natural disaster or industrial accident, there are always survivors– those who come through relatively unscathed? Is it just dumb luck? Hint: luck is the last hope of the victim mentality.

“There are always those who’ve completely rooted out the victim within themselves. They simply refuse to allow shit to happen to them. They are on purpose, fulfilling their missions, redefining their relationship to the world around them– as is everyone’s prerogative.

“You have the right to personally contract with the Sun and the Earth to negotiate a fairer climate for yourself. You may create your own micro-reality wherein nothing is left to blind chance. Your input is valued and acted upon to the degree that it doesn’t interfere with the rights of others.

“You can gobble up all of the radiation on Earth and transmute it into the energy fuelling further growth… or, you can passively accept that there’s nothing you can do; it’s all beyond the scope of your personal influence… and just quietly and patiently await your death.

“It is the time for earnest experimentation. Use your imaginations to come up with ridiculous and fanciful solutions to whatever ‘unwanted’ circumstances confront you. What have you really got to lose? The ‘dignity’ of your victimhood?”

As I stated previously, the Mesa has recently seen a great deal of traffic.

Both Sitka and I appreciated that Elk had decided to leave something other than footprints and poop to get our attention. At a purely physical level it was clear that Elk had used this straight wire fence (no barbs) in order to scratch a few pesky itches, leaving behind some clumps of thick winter fur. Today’s message is pretty simple and straightforward.

“We are Earth; you are Earth. All forms of physical interaction are varying expressions of Earth. These embodiments are Earth expressing through you… through us. Earth is our commonality.

“Humanity has sought to hold itself separate, imagining itself to be stardust and sunlight. These too mingle in your human expression undoubtedly, but they too express through Earth.

“Your liver (and think deeply upon that name– ‘liver’) is a multidimensional organ. It does connect you to lives and existences beyond Earth. But the organ itself is of course made from Earth… and for the most part, the human liver is clogged with haughty denial. Yea verily, ye are gods… of Earth first… or nowhere at all.

“When the energy of your own development gets stuck, detoxify. Your denials and errors will manifest as toxic buildup in your ability to live true. Then they must be physically removed.

“Shit them out… as an offering to Earth– a gift for composting! The cycles of Earth’s unbound nature are miraculous, magical. Work with the Earth Mother; immerse yourselves in her balanced nature. Do not separate and sequester yourselves with the toxicity of arrogance. Re-enter the natural fold…”

Does the Pope shit in the woods? Maybe, if bears can become Catholics!

I couldn’t decide whether “Enough Is Enough” or “Return To Sender” is the more appropriate title, so I decided to use both. Today’s message is of a dual nature anyway.

The first thing to report is that the traffic on and around the Mesa is more than abundant. It may take a few days to decipher all of the messages left there for me. It gives Sitka many intriguing smells to pursue in the meantime.

Today I focused on the return of Cougar. Distinctive mountain lion prints criss-crossed the Sacred Space again. The message therein contained was equally of brevity as of true force. When Cougar shows up, invariably a part of the message is that one is coming into one’s own natural and awesome power. Anyone who has seen one of these magnificent creatures up close would be hard-pressed to deny such graceful animation/demonstration of effortless power.

Since I am acting in the capacity of ambassador and scribe in these exchanges, I do not claim such power for myself alone. Here, I am humanity’s representative, and as such, Cougar is informing us all that the entire human collective is coming into its untamed power. Simple; straightforward. Cougar then directed us down to the river to receive the rest of the message.

“In this historical moment, humanity is beginning to define its experience more in terms of energy and vibration, more so than in terms of the materialism of the past. Intent is a real and tangible force in the Energy Universe.”

As I listened it quickly became clear that it wasn’t the free-flowing river who was “speaking.” Rather, it was the large frozen ice chunks which were attempting to address our collective frustration.

“For many, the sure signs of change have not become apparent enough, quickly enough. You are well-conditioned to look for significant changes in your world among your leaders and the institutions surrounding them. Frankly, they are incapable of manifesting the changes you seek. The changes are occurring… internally, in the hearts of ordinary people. Sometimes it is difficult to discern.

“This accounts for a portion of the frustration many feel… and much of the rest is bound up in the desire and expectation for hastening the demise of all the unworkable systems which seek to curtail your innate power. Too often you are instructed to ‘just send light and love’ to any situation you feel needs remedy and resolve… but slowly, imperceptibly, anger and frustration builds within you as time reveals little or no change.

“You have every right to draw a line in the sand, to defend your being on all fronts. You cannot be both sovereign and victim. You are called to choose.

“Those recalcitrants of malevolent intent must be stopped if sovereignty is to be the choice. Those who knowingly intend and carry out harm in your world can be stopped with their own abuse of energy. Anytime you perceive malicious intent directed at your being, in any circumstance, you are fully within your sovereign right to reject such intents directed at you… and to return such to the sender.

“When you see a grid of chemtrails polluting your skies, do not shake an impotent fist at the clouds. Stay calm, and centred, and simply state– whether aloud or silently to yourself– that you as a sovereign Human Being do not consent to accept the dubious intent behind such activity, and therefore send the force of that intent directly back upon its originator.

“Simply be clear that it be your intent to return all such harmful, controlling, manipulative energies back to the sender. Energetically, such a strategy costs you nothing… and allows all that is hurtful– and therefore unsustainable– to rapidly collapse in upon itself.”

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had quite enough of sending love and light to those who would rather have me killed. Let them choke on their own intentions! Care to join me?