The Daily Forest Report November 5, 2013 Tracking the Invisible Bear
by nielskunze on November 5, 2013
It didn’t take me long to figure out that foraging season is pretty much over.
Winter snuck in during the night and gifted us with about four inches of snow! Rose hips, juniper berries and bear berries are about all that’s still available… and the bear berries are such a sprawling, low-lying plant that they are wholly covered in snow, making them considerably harder to find… for us all.
My walk this day had me just a few hours behind the Invisible Bear. His path crossed mine in three separate locations. My route tends to zig-zag mainly in the north-south direction. The Invisible Bear was heading straight west, cutting across my path as I followed.
If this is indeed the same Invisible Bear from earlier this spring (and I strongly suspect that it is), then he has grown significantly this summer season. His footprints are a fair bit larger!
As I’ve said, his path cut straight west into the Purcell Mountain range… where I have my secret shack in the woods. Years ago I followed the tracks of another (larger) bear up the same mountain road. Its denning site was nearby. It seems that as soon as the snow flies in significant amounts the bears immediately turn to hibernation mode. It seems a mite early yet, but the summer season was incredibly abundant, and hopefully the bears got their fill just as I did. Hopefully they’re well prepared for the long winter dream…
“We are sovereigns, you and I,” said the Invisible Bear. “I know it; you do not. The time has come to know what sovereignty really means.
“Freedom or sovereignty cannot be granted or given… for how could self-determination ever come from another? It is that which you claim because you KNOW that that is what you are.
“To know your own sovereignty without doubt is a purely introspective endeavour. Freedom exists within you first… and only then can it be expressed in the wider world. It is innate… awaiting re-discovery.
“My long introspection begins now. I will dream with the Earth Mother of sovereignty. We must all claim our own self-determination, and then in freedom may we choose our future collaborations together. As I turn now to sleep, humanity learns to fully awaken. I earnestly expect to greet you as your own sovereign self in the spring. Find your courage in the meantime… and know that sometimes it is as elusive as an Invisible Bear!”
The Daily Forest Report November 4, 2013 The New Energy… Not the Same As the Old Energy
by nielskunze on November 4, 2013
My dreamtime and my forest walks have begun to overlap. For decades already I’ve been privileged with the ability to engage in what I call “conceptual dreaming.” My Dreaming Double will hold a particular concept for the duration of the night as all of my subsequent dreams revolve around that singular theme… until I “get” it.
In the waking world the Sun has returned to great fanfare. Numerous solar flares in the past week or so have greatly impacted Earth and her denizens. Up until this latest solar eclipse yesterday, the sun flares have produced discomfort and restlessness for many of the most sensitive. It changes now.
The Sun’s message this day was inserted into my dreams– a bit of a departure from the way we normally do things around here.
“You have been inundated with new information. My purpose is to keep informed all those who live by my light. For the past year you have been struggling to integrate the New Energy with the old patterns and structures. It has been an awkward fit. Much of the New has been geared to hastening the demise of the old. No longer.
“From now on, the New Energy stands apart from any intrinsic attachment to the old. That which falls away into disarray collapses now with nearly free fall speed. Let it go; the old ways are not supported.
“The New energy is not an attachment to or an extension from what has been. It is not an extrapolation from the past. It is the Phoenix arisen with new life… as the old continues to burn to the finest ash.
“Magick and miracles abound wherever old patterns are transcended. Invite magick; invite miracles. They will allow you to ‘unpack’ these New Energy bundles. Do not attempt to force the New into familiar constraints; such may prove to be unbearably painful.
“Trust your own improvement… for that is the way of my light.”
Theodora
by nielskunze on November 1, 2013
(Author Narration)
Now that last month I convinced you that I never do rewrites, here’s a friggin’ rewrite. Oops! This is a very old story. It’s my best bear story. For many years it has only existed on the website of a friend of my Dad. He had gotten a printed version many years ago and decided to scan and upload it to his site. That old version was too focused on guilt. Now, eighteen years later, I’m offering this newest version… as I remember it.
Theodora
At the house in Dutch Creek, bears in the neighborhood was a fairly common occurrence. We were used to it. We expected it.
At the time of this first encounter, I was still fresh out of Calgary. I hadn’t fully made the transition from city boy to wilderness man yet. I was at my parents’ cabin by myself with warnings of mischievous bears echoing in my head. My parents referred to the most recently sighted one as Teddy. “Keep an eye out for Teddy,” they cautioned. Whatever.
It was evening in autumn. I had settled into the loft, watching a bit of TV, when I heard someone outside on the back deck. There shouldn’t have been anybody outside on the back deck. We barely had any neighbors; it was dark; the porch light at the front door was on. Why should there be anybody shuffling around on the back deck?
I hurried down to the main floor and flicked on all the outside lights. I cupped my hands around my face to peer through the glass sliding door which led to the deck. Teddy was having a barbecue! I suppose it was all those lingering smells of grilled meat which captivated the bear so.
Bears are curious– marvelously so! Everything had to be inspected, perhaps rearranged. I sat down in front of the glass door and watched. It wasn’t long before the bear was finished with the tantalizing– yet ultimately frustrating– barbecue. The inspection continued elsewhere.
Suddenly the bear was directly in front of the door behind which I sat watching. Teddy could kind of see me there, just a few feet away, and sniffed at the air to try and catch my scent… to no avail. I was safely sealed behind thick panes of glass.
Years later, my dog Jazz would insist that you never look a bear directly in the eyes, but that night, I did. Its nose was mere inches from my nose, only clear glass separated us. We stared into each other’s eyes. It was kind of magical. In a strange way I felt we had bonded in that brief moment. And as cool as that experience was, it was but the tiniest foreshadowing of what was yet to come.
The following spring I discovered early on that Teddy was actually a she-bear. She had had two cubs during the winter whom I met in the open fields when the first dandelions came into bloom. On certain days when the wind was in my face, I could sit in the open fields and watch the happy threesome make their way toward me. Eventually, when they got close enough, Momma would periodically stop to smell and taste the air. She knew I was around there somewhere, but as long as I remained motionless, she couldn’t see me. I would let them come close enough to where I sat cross-legged that I could hear their crunching of the dandelion greens as they chewed. And finally, once Momma’s eyes seemed to eventually locate me, I would just slightly wave my hand in greeting and all three would bolt for the trees. I was just having fun.
We spent that whole summer encountering each other again and again. The bears sort of got used to me. They rightly figured that I was no threat.
Bear cubs stay with their momma for two full seasons, learning everything there is to know about foraging and hibernating. That second season I encountered them less frequently, but I always knew that they were still around.
The following spring, the first for the cubs being on their own, I hadn’t seen much for bear signs around my usual stomping grounds. Then, a few of the neighbors around Dutch Creek started complaining about a bear in the community. Those who had spotted it said it was just a little one, probably its first year away from momma. The youngster was getting into garbages, gardens and compost bins, pissing everyone off. I listened to the complaints knowingly and hoped that the bear would retreat back into the forest sooner than later. Bears hanging around human settlements don’t usually fare too well in the long run.
After a few days the sightings ceased; I had gotten my wish.
It was late in the month of May, spring was well underway, and I was out walking on a very familiar road in the backcountry just west of my parents’ house. It was sunny and warm; I was working up a bit of a sweat when I spied an unfamiliar black spot out of the corner of my eye. I mopped the sweat with my t-shirt and faced the black spot– where there should be no black spot– about twenty meters into the bush. Beneath the low-hanging branches of a conifer there was… something. I decided to investigate.
At the very moment that the decision was made, a strong but very localized wind cycled through the treetops, shaking the forest and me to full wakefulness. A few nasty clouds suddenly dotted the sky above, threatening a sudden squall. I proceeded with caution.
After I had covered about half the distance I could clearly discern that there was definitely something there… substantial, motionless. I circled around to gain a better viewing angle and came to within five or six meters. It stood up. I stopped. It took a few steps– not exactly away from me, but parallel to me– and I recognized the bear immediately. It was one of the cubs– probably the one who’d been ransacking the neighborhood the previous week, I surmised. As the offspring of her momma, Teddy, I would eventually name her Theodora. She was smallish, and her energy felt feminine to me.
In attempting to make her escape, Theodora straddled a fallen tree… and got stuck, about half way. Her forelegs dangled over the log beneath her chest as her back legs still stood on the other side, unable to muster the energy to propel her onward. She was very sick, and now, suddenly stranded. I backed off immediately; I didn’t want to add to her stress. I said “I’ll be back in a bit,” and I hurried home.
Home and back took less than an hour. It was coming on to evening. At home I’d grabbed a sweater and a windbreaker and a thermos of hot herbal tea– my own special blend; I called it God’s Milk. As I returned to the vicinity of where I’d left Theodora I had been wondering whether she’d still be there, and in what condition. I was still hundreds of meters away when I first heard her labored breathing. I hurried to her side.
I was postulating answers in my head and my best surmise was that either Theodora had eaten something in someone’s garbage– like a plastic bag or a diaper, or someone in the community had deliberately set out poison. In many ways, when a bear spends a week in a human settlement, this is the inevitable consequence. I certainly had done nothing to teach her to shun humans, and so I was feeling a smidge’ culpable.
She had managed to return to the spot beneath the evergreen tree where I first spied her. I approached slowly, from the front, facing her. She was lying down and watching me. I talked to her, explaining what I was doing, why I was there… I was there to keep her company through a very difficult time.
Eventually I squatted down beside her, maybe six feet away. She’d been lying on her side, and now she suddenly raised her head to roll onto her stomach. Her movements were awkward, but at least her breathing had quieted down. I resumed talking to her, and she rolled back onto her side and rested her head again.
Slowly I made my way to within reaching distance. I wanted to touch her; I really did, but only if she wasn’t fearful. I started to sing to her. I can’t remember at all what songs I chose. She became very calm, trusting. I sat in the dirt right beside her, planting my bum on the ground as a show of faith. Neither one of us was about to spring into action or anything. We had gotten past the fear. For a short while we were actually friends.
She seemed to like the singing despite my bashful voice. I petted her on her rear flank as I sang. She did raise her head very slightly at first touch to look, and then promptly resumed her unconcern. As my singing repertoire dried up, I reached for my pack to retrieve the thermos of tea. I could use a splash. When I poured the steaming liquid into the cup, Theodora stirred. She rolled onto her stomach, lifting her head up high, nose twitching in the air. She liked the smell of the tea. I scootched away a couple of feet on my bum because I thought she was maybe a bit too interested. And as I took the first sips of tea, Theodora sat fully upright. She was planted on her bum with her “arms” reaching outward, nose still twitching in delight. I swear she was asking for tea!
Who am I to refuse? I handed the half-full cup to her; I held it right between her paws… and she took it! She held it in front of her and bent her head to within a bear’s-tongue distance and began lapping. She was still rather unbalanced and managed to spill the majority on the ground. When the cup was empty, she dropped it and lay back down exhausted. I figured the rest of the tea was hers. I refilled the cup with the remainder and placed it on the ground beside her head. I can only assume that she wanted it, but alas, she spilled it instead.
The sun had gone behind the mountains. Twilight was creeping in. We were encamped beside a seasonal mosquito pond and the locals were amassing in great numbers. My constant swatting was becoming less and less soothing to Theodora who only wanted to rest now. I hadn’t prepared to spend the night, so when the mosquitoes simply got too exasperating, I said good-bye to Theodora and promised I would return in the morning.
I didn’t feel good at all about leaving. During a restless night, I awoke shortly after 2:00 with the knowledge that a friend had passed away. I took my time that morning, even awaiting the arrival of another friend to accompany me back to the scene of Theodora’s demise.
We found her body easy enough. There’s a photo in the back of my second book, Butterfly Dreams, of me squatting beside her. In the days which followed I made my first acquaintance with Turkey Vulture.
The Daily Forest Report October 31, 2013 A New Appreciation for Dandelion
by nielskunze on October 31, 2013
Dandelions are the first to bloom in the spring and the last to bloom in the fall. That alone makes them very valuable… since they’re highly nutritious. In recent weeks, they are the only flowers available for foraging, and some mornings they’re even coated with ice!
According to traditional herbal folklore, whatever plants become abundant in a particular locale, it is their medicinal qualities which are perfectly suited to the needs of the human population of that area. Nature automatically responds to human needs. Well, despite our very best efforts utilizing chemical warfare, Dandelion just seems to crop up more and more. Maybe it’s time we listened!
“At the level of Soul, we are all intimately connected. You are an individualized ensouled being. Among the other creatures and plants it works a bit differently. An individual dandelion does not possess a unique soul, but it does have a soul connection. Our soul connection is with the species collective. Individuals ‘feed’ experiences into the collective soul for purposes of learning, adaption and integration. For most species on Earth, this is the method of their ensoulment.”
As an aside, Dandelion did acknowledge that individual animals may very infrequently possess their own unique soul connection, superseding the species collective. Such individuals are traditionally referred to as Power Animals or Power Totems. When a human interacts with such a being, the level of consciousness within the Power Animal is noticeably heightened.
“For many of our generations now humanity has assailed us with deadly chemical poisons. Our proper response, from the Soul level, has been to adapt to the chemical onslaught and to continue to thrive. We are needed… and humanity will soon realize it.
“Decades of chemical warfare– mainly in the guise of agriculture– has left a ubiquitous stain upon the face of the whole Earth. None can escape its influence. The biosphere has been poisoned. We are a part of the remedy.
“Our adaptations throughout the onslaught has conferred the proper coping mechanisms to express in our DNA. As you happily ingest my flowers, those same coping mechanisms stimulate and activate your own DNA to find a similar response.
“We are to be found everywhere because we are needed everywhere. Please stop your program of eradication. Stop and smell the flowers… and eat them if you dare to live!”
So to be clear… we can eat the dandelions that grow out in the pristine and mostly unchemicalized wilderness knowing that their DNA is fully informed via the collective soul connection to help our own bodies cope with many environmental toxins. So eat up… these little pieces of sunshine for our livers!
The Daily Forest Report October 29, 2013 Striking the Balance
by nielskunze on October 29, 2013
I haven’t even mentioned Raven this year at all, despite there being two who have kept a very close eye on me throughout the whole season. I usually hear them cawing and croaking in the distance… talking about me… but never to me.
In local native folklore there is a strong association between Raven and Moose. It was a little more than a week ago that I met face-to-face with Moose and was astonished by his very dark black colouring. To me, this emphasizes the relationship even more. Moose and Raven work very powerfully in tandem. I was wondering how long it might be before Raven would finally face me directly.
Well, they’re still mostly talking from the shadows, so I’m forced to use this painted image from my Dad to represent them here. They had a lot to say this day… and I suspect there’s still a whole lot more to come.
“We would speak this day on the division of energies into masculine and feminine. It is perhaps the most basic dyad of all… and there remains significant confusion.
“Within the manifest universe, it is the feminine nature which taps directly into the wellspring of creativity. It is the female who has unfettered access to the raw creative force. She is primary.
“It is the secondary role of the masculine to purpose, direct and shape the raw energy of creation… which has been accessed by the feminine. The female draws the power, and the male defines it.
“It is a failsafe system when unbalance begins to dominate. Human culture is grossly patriarchal– which is to say, unbalanced– and so it inevitably moves into correction. As the masculine energy continues to dominate and seeks to move ever further into patriarchal control, it cuts itself off from the true power to create. The male has no direct access to the undifferentiated quantum field of creation. It depends upon the female for that. As such, in a masculine-dominated society the creations comprising that culture tend to be highly repetitious, a mere expansion of scale over and over. The male energy of your culture possesses a crude template of hierarchical controlling systems and structures which it employs again and again, repeating the very same creations on an ever-widening scale. Look at your world! The male energy has sought uniformity and conformity at every turn.
“It is the feminine, however, which provides access to the raw energy needed for novel creativity. The male without the female is unable to devise anything new… caught in masturbatory repetition… and making quite a mess!
“It must be pointed out that all humans are equally masculine and feminine despite outward appearances. Furthermore, the balance required for clear and consistent manifestation does not occur externally. It is an internal balance. When a male seeks a female outwardly it is for the sole purpose of teaching that inner balance. Human individuals are complete in themselves, but their awareness must be balanced. Your partnerships are about achieving that exquisite inner poise… in each individual.
“Then, individuals of any gender may consciously choose to come together in collaboration to create– accessing the raw energy through their own feminine nature, and subsequently shaping it with their own masculine impulses. There is absolutely no limit to what such balanced individuals may achieve in their collaborative endeavours. Just imagine!”
The Daily Forest Report October 28, 2013 YOU Are the Stability You Seek
by nielskunze on October 28, 2013
The sun has been hidden for days. It makes for very introspective times. The fog doubled down… and everything got draped in “mistery.”
There was enough dew to moisten the tongue of this upright Juniper. Shivering, I listened.
“The world you typically gaze upon– let’s call it the ‘civilized world’– is a construction of your egos. Ego is your closest and most familiar mode of consciousness. It is the internal program by which disunity or separation is created.
“The world you have built together over many millennia is exactly as stable as your own egos. Until very recently, that world seemed very stable indeed, even largely immutable at times– stubborn and persistent, despite its often callous and unsustainable nature. A mere hundred years ago, human consciousness seemed very nearly set in stone… as ego became the very basis for the exploration of the wider world.
“Now, very much has changed. Ego has been toppled from its former supremacy. More and more of you are finding that you– essentially– are not your egos. You are withdrawing your energy from ego-constructions– both past and present. Instead you are re-finding (refining) yourselves in the thick fog, bejewelled and radiant, sharing the diaphanous light with each other in syncopated collaboration.
“I ask you, in turbulent times, where does the foundation of stability reside? Was it ever to be found in the constructs and systems which have grown from ego-consciousness? As the Earth rearranges her very life, so much of what you have built must fall into disarray… but I ask again… where does stability reside?
“You will not find it in the outside world; the fog is always too thick. No, you are the stability you seek. It is within you. In times of crisis, do you turn to systems and institutions for real comfort, or do you prefer the comfort of your brethren and sistren? Stability, reliability and strength are human qualities of character; they cannot be successfully institutionalized.
“Your perceptions are being forced back upon yourselves. All the discoveries of a lifetime already reside in you. Just look at yourselves! And wonder in the glory!”
The Daily Forest Report October 26, 2013 Get Thee Behind Me Satan!
by nielskunze on October 26, 2013
To most, the proliferation of the tree lichen Old Man’s Beard– also known as usnea– among the forest undergrowth makes the woods seem creepy. As usual, appearances can be deceiving.
Usnea is definitely beneficial to forest creatures, including humans. (Yes, I consider myself to be a forest creature now.) It is a scientifically verified antibiotic and anti-fungal. And it is not particularly damaging to the trees in which it resides.
As I listened to what Usnea had to teach this day, I was thankful for the tips and reminders about health, and was really quite astonished by the more “cosmic” insights provided by Usnea’s overview.
“The changing of the seasons brings physical challenges of adaptation into the human form. As your energy reserves and channels rearrange themselves to meet your fluctuating needs, sickness often creeps in… through the gaps in your shifting form. Learn to fortify your human form before the challenges arise.
“I am both remedy and preventative… according to your own choice. Prevention is almost always superior to remedial strategies. It seems nearly all humans know the importance of vitamin C during cold and flu season; I am rich in vitamin C. However, even more important for proper immune function is the sunshine vitamin– D.
“In winter months it is virtually impossible to acquire adequate sun exposure in order to manufacture appropriate levels of vitamin D in the body. Oral supplementation becomes necessary. Squirrel is wise to such needs, as he gathers mushrooms to sun-dry in the branches of trees. Mushrooms contain significant stores of vitamin D, especially if they’ve been dried upside-down in the sun.
“For thousands of years, humanity has chosen a remedial existence. What this means is that collectively you have chosen to remain in a reactionary mode. You’ve typically dealt with circumstances after they have been presented to you. By nature, you are pre-emptive creatures.
“Circumstances are yours to select, manipulate or outright create. You were never meant to be reactionary creatures– dealing endlessly with that which has been foisted upon you. When Jesus said “Get thee behind me, Satan!” perhaps he was attempting to turn you around on this.
“Humanity’s collective has chosen to release the reactionary mode. It stands now at the forefront of your ability to create the experience you desire. Take action before action is required. You have long been a few steps behind your true nature. Step up and step into your ‘new’ and rightful roles Now.”
The Daily Forest Report October 25, 2013 It Burns!
by nielskunze on October 25, 2013
Sometimes it’s very difficult to get my camera to see exactly what I see.
The enigmatic conifer, Larch (or Tamarack), is one of the last to shed its leaves (needles). It will continue its autumnal light display well into November– in celebration.
As they stand now in radiant golden glory, they naturally draw attention like exploding suns rooted to the Earth. They are filled with light… and the desire to share.
“Everything is alight with slow-burning life.
There are no dead things.
Apparent divisions are transparently alive,
Like dragonfly wings… reflecting the light.
“We are all one another clasping branches or hands…
Mine…? Yours…? No matter.
We burn with the same answers rooted in identical questions,
As pieces and leaves scatter, a quiet wind beckons…
“Change is upon us, beneath us, within us…
How do you feel right now?
As fragment or splinter lost in bone-chilling winter,
Or as one of my self-burning boughs?
“Worlds reach out to you, and want to connect…
We are all here; yes, here…
These departures– my leaves– leave nothing undone…
A shedding of happy tears to honour our sun.”
A little Tamarack poetry to warm these chilly autumn days…
The Daily Forest Report October 24, 2013 Kinder Tyrannies
by nielskunze on October 24, 2013
And the fog was twice as thick as the day before…!
I should have guessed that there’s much more to the “mistery.” The Fog had plenty more to say on this day– much of it surprising.
“A pendulum swings in the old human mind.” Well, there’s a statement fraught with unsettling implications! “Or perhaps more accurately, the swinging pendulum is the old human mind.
“You are well conditioned to choose either/or among established options. Choices are crafted and served by manipulative intent. They are most often pared down to two polarized extremes– though they may deceptively appear to be more moderate. As choice swings the old human mind further to the extreme, the pendulum gathers momentum to swing back the other way in dissatisfaction with the polarity already tried. Back and forth among the polarities, the infantile mind chooses to be essentially choiceless.
“Look into the forest… what do you see? Or perhaps it is better to ask how well do you see?”
Despite the fog, I could actually see with great depth into the forest!
“You are perceiving in the half-light. My fog smooths out all the shadows, diffuses the bright sunshine, and allows your gaze to penetrate even deeper.”
It’s true! I could easily see further into the forest in this fog than I usually could in bright sunshine. The contrast of sun and shadows normally makes it impossible for my depth perception to make it past the first few rows of trees and their entangled shadows. The half-light afforded by the Fog allowed me to easily see twice the distance into the realms of light and shadow… somewhat counterintuitive, but easily demonstrable.
“The balance point is called the Sacred Neutral Perspective. It stops the incessant swing of the old pendulous mind. Reality is a dialectic– a cosmic conversation derived from the tension existing between infinite pairs of polar opposites. Nothing resolves in the choosing of extremes.
“The Sacred Neutral Perspective acknowledges equally both extremes… and holds them in balance. It is the integration/creation point. Creations wrought in polarity are inherently unstable as they seek to deny or diminish the polarity they oppose.
“As humanity moves now en masse from the entrenched darkness into the light, beware the lure of kinder tyrannies. It almost seems logical to the old human mind to trade a dark enslavement for a lighter one. You can do better! Think for yourselves; develop your own infinite choices… as you choose to integrate/create from a place of balance that sees deeper into the polarities than either side ever can. You are the resolution to a world of conflict… if you can resist the easy ready-made ‘answers.'”
The Daily Forest Report October 23, 2013 Fog, Onions and the Inner Eyelid
by nielskunze on October 23, 2013
Fog is magical. It shrinks the world.
It is the closed curtain standing before the great “Ta-da!” Who or what stands behind this reality? Can you find yourself through the fog?
Hiding a mountain… child’s play! But what comes to the foreground? What hides in plain sight? Onion. Wild Onion has been shouting at me… announcing itself everywhere. By now I’ve eaten over 700 Wild Onions– without ever leaving the trail! As the ground slowly begins to freeze, my onion-digging days are coming to an end… but not before they announce themselves with shocking clarity to the refinements of my perception.
“Layers and embryos…” is all they’ll say. But I get it. Just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more layers of old decaying growth to peel and discard, illusions still drop at my feet. Oh how I’ve been buried!
I dig and I peel… getting down to that which is embryonic– the new growth awaiting tomorrow’s fare conditions. Imbued with life, I wander these hills as Onion-Man Fog-Eater.
Breathing magick with every breath… eating magick, whose taste still lingers. Who knew that the Fog might speak? I suspected…
“Close your eyes.” I did. “What do you see?” Throughout my life I have always known that what I see when I close my eyes is different from what most people see. I don’t see darkness or a blank slate. No, I see a riotous kaleidoscope of layered shifting patterns in storms of activity. If I lend my attention to the closed-eye light show I can easily become mesmerized.
“Notice that the tumult has died down considerably.” Holy crap! It’s true; there is far less activity playing out on the screen of my inner eyelid! “What was ‘written’ there has brought you through to this culmination. You will begin now to write the new codes of your perception. The old codes are obsolete.
“Enjoy the peace and the calm… as the codes of calamity burn off in the mist. Abide in the depth of your own inner eye.”
