The Free Radical

There’s so much going on right now… as a world wriggles beneath our feet and dances around our heads…

“Dynamism is the way of the world,” spake the River. “The flow of Chaos and Creation never ceases… except where the false barriers of belief lay like heavy stones upon the fearful mind. All beliefs are false because they seek to impose permanence where in Truth there is none.

“Thinking is a river: thoughts are meant to flow; and though the mind may groove in familiar channels, the ‘water’ which flows is ever new… refreshed. Beliefs require no further thought; they are treated as given; they shut down the mind, making it heavy with boulders carved from false arrogance.

“As Creation becomes stagnant, Chaos ensues… to ensure that thinking may resume, skirting and dodging old beliefs. The river is uncomfortable– even deadly– as believers cling to the heaviest of stones littering their minds. There are no ‘safe’ conclusions in a reality steeped in endless beginnings. Life is process, never destination.”

I walked this day alone, without my new puppy. The full circuit is a bit much still. When I set out it was warm and rainy. A half hour later I was in a blizzard. A half hour after that it was sunny again. Talk about tumultuous transitions!

I know you’re probably getting tired of the daily updates on the Invisible Bear. Perhaps I should rename him Yo-Yo, as he keeps wandering up and down the mountain, attempting to gauge the severity of the snowfall.

This time I found his prints in the soft mud heading down toward the Dutch Creek community… so heads up folks! And speaking of mud, I discovered that an inch of soft mud on top of an otherwise frozen slope makes for excellent mud-skiing conditions. I really carved up that muck on the Tibetan Trail!

Many right now are feeling the transition in their own bodies. Sudden inexplicable sicknesses which last just a few hours, or dull headaches which persist for days, are making things challengingly uncomfortable. I’m feeling it too, but day-by-day I’m also feeling more and more invincible. Hang in there, and don’t try to fill your pockets with too many stones!

It was Deer who placed things back in the realm of the mundane when she explained that more than anything else it was my scent that was recognized all along my forest trail. I suppose it makes sense since I’ve discovered that juniper berries are a fairly strong diuretic… and they’ve caused me to leave my “scent” nearly everywhere.

My own sense of smell has dramatically improved too over the past few months. Sometimes now I smell an animal’s presence before I even see it. (My eyesight isn’t the greatest though.) Additionally, I can report that there has been a persistent and powerful smell of “New Earth” at various places along my route. Even on days when it appeared that we were stuck in deep winter, that freshly-dug sweet earthy smell belied the cold.

So that brings us to the latest adventure. It is a time for introducing my new puppy, Sitka, to the Forest.

She’s not quite up to making the whole trek, so we just skirted the eastern side of the territory. She’s very curious– a quality I appreciate in dogs as well as humans. It gave her the opportunity to introduce her own scent along the first outskirts. Hopefully the Forest will recognize us now as a team.

It is my hope that having Sitka along with me won’t negatively impact our animal encounters. I’ll do my best to teach her to be gentle and accepting… and I hope my no-fear stance rubs off on her.

Together we’ll try not to let the Forest Reports get too self-indulgent. This does seem to be the right time of year though for introducing a puppy into the mix. Wish us luck!

A tiny skiff of snow had fallen in the wee hours of morning. I was breaking trail again. It didn’t take long before I caught up again with Brother Bear. He had preceded me by just a few hours, having walked the western edge of my path during the early morning snowfall.

His tracks are difficult to discern because of the roughness of the terrain beneath the snow, the inadequate depth of snow, and the fact that it was still snowing when he passed this way– partially covering the tracks. Again, he was headed straight up the western slopes toward his winter denning site. Hopefully this time he will feel content to initiate the long sleep without needing to tend to any last minute details on our behalf. The forest does feel especially peaceful this day.

With Brother Bear gone to bed I can continue my winter forage without much guilt. Granted, the pickings are rather sparse. Each day now tends to yield only a handful of juniper berries, bear berries and a few rose hips along the way.

The great thing about it though, is that the flavours are amazing! The rose hips now taste strongly of ripe apples. The juniper berries have perfected the sweet cinnamon taste of their new fifth-dimensional expression, and the biggest, fattest bear berries are loaded with sugar. The combination leaves a spectacular taste in my mouth during these daily adventures. I am still gratefully in awe.

And now there is a new adventurer joining the Daily Forest Report team. Her name is Sitka. She’s two months old and eager to learn the wisdom of the forest. If I can teach her how to type, I may surrender the writing duties to her in the future. We’ll see.

Wow! Every day I’m just blown away!

The Daily Forest Report began as a result of my dissatisfaction with all media to keep me informed of what’s really going on in my world. Amidst the piles of disinformation and sloppy puddles of misinformation, tiny nuggets of truth might occasionally shine through, but even those would be tainted by someone’s biased “spin.” My solution was to turn to the natural world– with all her countless resources– to let me know exactly what I need to know from day to day to continue my own growth– or dare I say, evolution? This I have eagerly shared with you, my readers.

The interactions have been consistently startling and profound. When I began I couldn’t have realistically expected to have all these incredible experiences in just 5 short months! (I started this in late June of this year.) Before the year is over, I intend to present an overview of all which has transpired. Now on to today’s report…

For most of my walk there was merely the faintest whispers still lingering from all of the “traffic” from the week before. The most forceful aspects of the messages had been faithfully received and delivered. But there was still this one outstanding question: what about Coyote… the Trickster energy… the Devil’s temptations and deceptions?

In a nutshell, they have been erased. Between Brother Bear and Moose and the shy representatives of the Cat family, all of Coyote’s tracks have been overlaid or erased. The message is clear: “The great animal nations are on to you and your deceitful ways, and now we are in communion with humanity. Together our vision is clear.” We were warning of a possible “false-flag” event before the 18th of November. That energy has been entirely thwarted and dissipated… in the simple scrutiny of awareness.

I thought that was about it this day, my walk nearly over, when I had another wondrous encounter. A pair of deer watched me from an embankment above the road where I was walking. As I walked within just a few feet of them, they showed not even the tiniest trace of fear. I stopped to chat… because, as I’ve stated many times before, my voice has almost a tranquilizing effect on the forest critters.

I told them that I’d like to take their picture, knowing that the procedure of removing my pack and digging for my camera was usually viewed with a great deal of suspicion. And sure enough, as I got the camera out, the closest one turned to walk a few steps away. I thought “Oh great, another awesome close encounter will just come out as two deer way in the distance, trying their best to ignore me on camera.” And then she laid down! Grok that! I was just a few yards away… with camera in hand… and this deer decides that it’s perfectly fine to just lie down and relax. “It’s only Niels.”

I have arrived in this place– this micro-reality– where all the fear-based rules have changed. My beautiful companions have joined me in order to co-create this. And this is the simplest message ever: “We’re here… relax.” Here’s a couple of stills lifted from my GoPro, keeping in mind that objects are much closer than they appear…

“Already you are sewn deeply within the forest tapestry. Your energetic threads are gloriously entangled with ours.”

The speaker this day is Moose. Although Moose represents the archetypal feminine, I will likely refer to this individual as “he,” as the animal of this encounter is known to be male. His footprints pictured above leave little doubt to his identity.

Again I was being followed. Moose followed directly in my footsteps from the Mesa down into the river valley along a path I refer to as the Tibetan Trail. It is named thusly because of the extremity of the descent; it is not an easy path to negotiate especially in winter. That Moose would even make the attempt is rather startling… but rest assured, he arrived at river’s edge safely.

“We are not prone to worry… but you were missed nevertheless. Your absence is felt like a dull ache in the belly of the Forest. We sought you out to no avail.”

Yeah, I just up and left suddenly for a week without explanation… and that’s really what Moose wanted to discuss.

“Your most loyal allies traced your path in its entirety– forwards and back. We are all reminding you that communication is a two-way street. We are quite pleased to be able to present these messages to you, but did you know that you may speak to us too? We are quite capable of listening… and prefer to be informed. You have referred to us as ‘family.’ We are; and as such, we desire the same courtesy you would assign to your human family. We would have liked to have known of this little interruption to our ongoing communication in advance. Dealing with humans has long involved much confusion; we ask that this may end now.”

I don’t know if you’ve ever been chastised by a Moose, but it tends to get your attention! I understand perfectly, though. When I was a dog-owner, I was one of those weirdos who spoke to my dog Jazz as though she could understand every word I was saying… because… well, she could. Anytime I left the house– whether to go to work or just to get firewood from the yard– I would tell Jazz exactly where I was going and when I intended to be back. I swear she always understood exactly what I was saying. I always felt very strongly about keeping Jazz “in the loop.” And now it should be no problem to extend the same courtesy to my forest companions. I already talk to them a lot out there, but I will now endeavour to keep them apprised of my plans and intentions, so that we can truly begin working together… in creating a New Earth that works for everyone.

Where’s Niels?

Standing with Waldo in a brightening sea of humanity… at sunrise.

The energy out here this day was actually pretty chaotic and dissipative. During the preceding week of my absence there was a great deal of human foot traffic and even more vehicular traffic… on and around my path. Hunters, one must assume.

A twelve-guage shotgun was discharged along my route underneath the power line. I couldn’t find any corresponding “site of carnage” though, so I have no idea who was being shot at. To help ease the concerns of my readers, please know that I film every vehicle I encounter out there, including license plates, whether they’re occupied or parked… just in case there’s any real shenanigans.

Eventually, after tracing the majority of my regular route, I encountered– in amongst the other foot traffic– the tracks of the Invisible Bear once again. He followed again directly within my footsteps from the previous week– this time on the Mesa. The distinct impression I got was that he was actively seeking me out. And I don’t mean this in any negative or threatening way at all. The feeling is rather one of brotherhood and comradery.

I hope that Brother Bear was able to enjoy as much to eat along the way as I did. Enough snow had melted to expose huge caches of bear berries, and my favourite juniper bushes had lifted their branches too, offering their cinnamon berries for a real taste treat. There’s still plenty of rose hips too, and I even managed to dig four onions from the partially frozen ground. Freezing appears to make the onions deliciously sharper in taste!

I have long described myself as a bit of a “canary in the coal mine,” as I generally experience things ahead of others. This is true for “good” things as well as “bad” things. Well, right now, all is exceptionally good! My heart is blown wide open, having become both vulnerable and resilient. I’m in the best headspace of my life… and my body has certainly “come into prime form.” The only challenge has been to remain open to unfamiliar possibilities… and by “unfamiliar” I mean wonderful. The coming surprises should mostly be of a positive nature (nature is always positive), as long as we recognize opportunities as they arise amidst some rather chaotic events.

Overall it seems that Brother Bear is hellbent on offering support and encouragement for the reclamation of our individual sovereignty. His message this day is clear and succinct: “You’re on the right track!”

Perhaps some or many of my readers have figured out that my usual routine was interrupted this past week. I haven’t actually been to the forest since last Wednesday. Instead I was on the road… reuniting with a special subsection of my Soul Family.

Throughout the late nineties and into the new millennium I was a member of an incredible original rock band called Missing Peace. This weekend marked the fortieth birthday of our lead singer Shane, and so we gathered at his place on Vancouver Island to celebrate and reconnect. It was remarkably fantastic!

Vancouver Island is about a thousand miles away from where I live in BC… and we made the trek by car (Cory– lead guitar and me– rhythm guitar). Our bass player Ian lives on the Island too and met up with us for the weekend. Other longtime friends from the band days also attended. The only one missing was our drummer Chris.

Why am I sharing all this? It’s about deep reconnections. The feeling of home and family was overwhelming at times. The phrase “I love you” was uttered so many times amongst us that no one could’ve kept count. And it felt very much like this was a microcosm of things about to unfold at a global scale. I think I’m offering a heads-up for something wonderful which is about to commence.

Despite the chaos raging in the world, we are being brought back together with the ones who support our journeys and missions in this beautiful realm. My only advice is to keep your hearts open and just allow the reconnections to occur. I felt invincible this weekend; and now that I’m back home, it has carried forward and I feel that it will not abate… we are immortal after all.

Now I’d like to offer the following pre-release from our forthcoming album which has been thirteen years in “production.”

This song is one of mine called “Whitman’s Gauntlet.” It was originally written into my first book, The Thousand-Petalled Lotus. I hope all can feel the loving intentions standing behind and within it.

Today I will return to my usual routine, heading back into the forest again. I can’t wait to catch up with that other subsection of my Soul Family– the creatures of the forest. Please journey along in whatever way you are able. Awesomeness awaits somewhere along this path into winter…

This mullein stalk is like a memory standing in a vast mindscape… although the story is not its own. The lesson which unfolds here is about Mullein’s villainized cousin. Although this is just a specific instance revealed, the wider implications give us much food for thought as we reflect upon where we’ve been and where we’re headed… or perhaps, hearted.

“Your ‘known’ history is a program. Let us examine this idea through the lens of my beleaguered cousin, Tobacco.

“In the collective mind of humanity, Tobacco is the most evil plant on Earth… as though its very creation was a colossal mistake. From where is this idea sourced really?

“Before Tobacco assumed its popular role in modern culture, it grew in a place of deep reverence. The indigenous of North America ubiquitously revered Tobacco as the prized member of their herbal arsenal. It was widely considered to be the most important plant anchoring the centre of indigenous culture. Its reputation has radically changed. How was this brought about?

“Who is the real villain? Is it the plant in its natural state… or the countless chemical adulterations that have been foisted upon it? What is typically sold today as tobacco bears little resemblance to its former self. The plant has been systematically poisoned; its reputation has been poisoned. Why?

“Listen to the indigenous who still hold the sacred knowledge of the past. Tobacco held the sacred link to the Creator Spirit. It held the lines of clear communication between the physical and non-physical realms. Your wise ancestors knew that your communications are often tampered with, influenced and manipulated by forces outside your momentary sphere of awareness. Tobacco was widely accepted as the remedy when clarity was essential. It held the manipulative forces at bay.

“The subsequent chemical poisoning rendered Tobacco impotent in this regard. In its modern expression it no longer serves the interests of clarity. The plant has not fundamentally changed; it has merely been buried beneath a deliberate campaign to vilify and to nullify it.

“Please learn to look past these programs of complex deception. Your entire history suffers under similar delusions.”

I’m pretty sure this isn’t an appeal for more people to take up smoking tobacco. Rather, it’s an appeal to look past the endless cover stories. What is really being hidden beneath the covers?