The Daily Forest Report October 22, 2013 The Big-Picture System-Busters
by nielskunze on October 22, 2013
Panoramic views of pristine wilderness speak to us all!
Even when we’re peering out from the tight confines of our personal lives, there’s something each of us recognizes in the grandiose elegance of the natural systems surrounding us. Often, it lends contrast to the frustrating systems of our human enterprise and sufferance. We are reminded unfailingly of what is truly real.
This is the view from the Hugging Tree– what he gazes upon daily. Perhaps these words are his…
“You are the elite System-Busters of the universe. You have incarnated here en masse at this time to tear down that which can no longer stand.
“System-Busters are not at all destructive, however. You simply and quite easily see right through flawed systems, and then proceed to shine the light of insight upon them… thereby facilitating their timely self-destruction. You have an eye for sustainability versus unsustainability. You are able to view a system, even in its infancy, and correctly see it at its logical extremes.
“That which is unsustainable must end. To perpetuate flawed systems is destructive and wasteful. As millions of System-Busters point to the various institutions of modern culture, they seem to crumble to dust under scrutiny. The world appears to be falling apart!
“As the dust settles though, the backdrop of The Real embraces a new clarity of vision. Natural pristine wilderness is undeniably a sustainable system… for it has created abundance, diversity and balance. Think what humankind could accomplish by reintegrating itself with the natural systems! Hand-in-hand with Nature… what ingenuity might be wrought!
“You are supported by powerful systems. Remember this as the weakest continue to fall. It is NOT the end of the world. Hardly. It is rather the beginning.”
Bob’s Plan
by nielskunze on October 21, 2013
I was going to call this piece “God’s Plan,” but I figured that such a title would immediately turn off the scientific-minded-skeptic crowd while simultaneously teasing the ra-ra-religious crowd. “Bob” works so much better than “God” on so many levels.
He is the Alpha and the Omega– beginning and end… departure and destination. Naturally, his name should be palindromic. Bob is the same forwards as backwards. “God,” on the other hand, becomes “dog” in reverse… which incidentally, depicts perfectly the relationship called “worship”… not to be confused with “whoreship.” Bob is in relationship only with himself.
Furthermore, Bob is already the recognized deity of the Church of the Sub-Genius. He’s established. And any controversy arising from Bob’s characterization as being a strictly male deity can first be answered by pointing out Bob’s delight for golf and smoking a pipe– a decidedly masculine combination. And the remainder of such nonsense can be put to rest with the following creation myth:
(This is my own invention– er… um… discernment, and is not derived from the doctrine of the Church of the Sub-Genius.)
In the beginning, (and right through to the end really), there was BOB. And beside BOB there was nothing. But it was a peculiar nothing. It was peculiar because BOB noticed it. I mean, how do you notice nothing? It’s nothing!
BOB perceived nothing… which is not to say that there was no perception taking place. On the contrary, it was a heroic feat of perception to actually perceive The Nothing.
And in our tale, The Nothing is represented by O.
In perceiving The Nothing, BOB penetrated the O and conceived of their amalgamation as BOOB.
And the manifest world has been sucking on that teat ever since!
And please note that the word “BOOB” is really made up of only boobs– visually. Look at it… just boobs. Decidedly feminine. And the whole thing is still palindromic to boot!
Okay, so, Bob’s Plan… This is actually serious, so please stop your tittering. This is a followup to an earlier Daily Forest Report from October 16, 2013 in which Rusty the Grasshopper came off a bit gruff and terse in his dispensation. Well, his name is Rusty, and he looks a bit like a heap of abandoned scrap metal divinely fashioned into the shape of a grasshopper; I’d expect to hear him creak when he moves! He’s not really known for being real smooth.
Now there is one conundrum Rusty leapt right over that I feel merits further elucidation. Specifically, it was his pronouncements about Intent. He identifies Intent as the thread stitching the inner and outer worlds together. It is one thread, but at one end it is wielded by the Master Weaver, BOOB, and it is BOB’s Intent. And at the other end is us trying to figure out all this crazy talk about weaving…
Now leaving the weaving, for our purposes here Intent expresses a dual nature. There is our Personal Intent– individual, internal; and then there is Universal Intent– external and well, universal… duh. Personal Intent is what you project on all levels into the universe of your experience– your hopes, desires and aspirations for the future. Universal Intent responds. But the universe is a highly conscious organism named BOOB with intentions of her own.
But that begs the question “What does the universe intend?”
Exactly!
Presumably, BOOB-the-Manifest can tug on the threads of our Personal Intent only if they connect with the general thrust of her own Intent. We can’t go against Creation.
“Say what!” you scream, and rightfully so. “All the shite that we’ve witnessed– wars, poverty, crime, etc.– is allowed to manifest…? What isn’t allowed?” I know. I know. Let’s back up a sentence. All that shite was allowed. No more.
Creation is a two-phased (faced) adventure. Phase One is Fractalization. During fractalization, creations which divide and separate, which break things down into their elemental components, which force participation at the extremes of polarity, are supported and encouraged. Only through limiting Awareness (consciousness), would Free Will ever choose to explore the extremes of polarity. It requires a certain amount of stupid to willfully explore the farthest reaches of all possibility. We’ve done that– played at being real dumb.
Now we begin Phase Two: Reintegration. Suddenly, we find ourselves having turned 180 degrees. The rules have changed– and they were not palindromic; they read very differently backwards than forwards. The universe now responds by supporting and encouraging the opposite. Creations and inventions which bring estranged pieces, people and communities together now gain unprecedented traction. We begin to assemble the ultimate cosmic puzzle.
It is good to remember that when we call together the various pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, we don’t try and take the scissors to the individual pieces to cut off the inconvenient irregularities– the bumps and the corners– to make all the pieces conform to an identical shape. If we did so, the “finished” picture would forever remain incomplete as long as the discarded bits remain unassimilated. No, our task now is to determine how all the fractals fit back together in a way which preserves, honors and truly appreciates each of their unique shapes and identities within the One.
And Bob said “Don’t call me Robert. Seriously. Don’t.”
The Daily Forest Report October 20, 2013 Third Eye Open
by nielskunze on October 20, 2013
I am extraordinarily blessed!
In late June, earlier this year, I set out in search of magick. I hope that regular readers of the Daily Forest Report have fully realized that I’ve found it. My daily walks are a 5-minute drive from the community where I live. The place where I park my truck each day is only 100 metres from the community where my parents live. This is not some highly remote backcountry location. It’s not off the beaten path at all; it is the beaten path.
In the three and a half months I’ve been doing this I’ve encountered Black Bear, Whitetail Deer, Elk, Coyote, Mule Deer, Eagle, Hawk, Turkey Vulture, Squirrel, Chipmunk, Grouse, Woodpecker, Ground Squirrel, countless foodstuffs and many other creatures… by simply walking the very same path every day. This is remarkable!
This very latest encounter, however, totally blew me away! This particular fellow has been hanging around my forest circuit for months already, posing a bit of a mystery. The mystery begins with an old posting from July. I was very puzzled by the rather loud crashing sounds I was hearing in the swamp below the Mesa. Obviously a very large animal was having some difficulty navigating the forest. Due to the extreme racket, I concluded that it could only be “Bigsquatch.” Without a clear sighting however, the mystery remained unsolved.
More recently, I had been noticing piles of unusual scat along portions of my path. They resembled deer or elk shit– which are exceedingly common– except that the usually very “pelletized” appearance of such was replaced with a more squished-together version. (Sorry, no picture.) That type of scat I have always associated with mountain sheep– except these piles were way too big, and I’ve never seen mountain sheep on this side of the valley. They typically hang on the east side of the valley in the Rocky Mountains… not the west side Purcells around Dutch Creek. I had erroneously concluded that it must’ve been an elk with digestive troubles.
Well, I finally met up with the culprit.
I’m very glad that I didn’t catch a glimpse of him back in July, or I probably would have been convinced that it truly was Bigsquatch! Even my very first thought when I met up with him in the thick of the forest is indicative of how rare an encounter this was. At first glimpse, as he stood directly in front of me on my regular path, that initial thought was “What?!! A buffalo?” It was his unusually dark colour and the general shape of his body that made me think buffalo at first– which is an utter impossibility (bigsquatch is more likely).
No, that’s a young male Moose… pictured from behind. His wide antlers are visible, and as well you can see that the front of his body is proportionately massive compared to his rather petit tush. I could also see them glandular danglies hanging from his jowls. A Moose is quite capable of eluding someone like me– which he’d been doing for months already. Now he had chosen to finally meet up, and I greatly appreciate it.
Moose is one of the most powerful and sacred of all animal totems around these parts. Males in particular are utterly fearless, giving deference only to the largest of grizzlies– whom they can outrun and outswim anyway. Moose is the pre-eminent symbol for the Sacred Feminine. Contact with Moose heralds a deepening of one’s connection to Mother Earth and all of her ambassadors. Bring it on, my love. Bring it on!
Moose chooses to interact especially with individuals who have been born with their third eye open (psychic abilities). Such individuals often go through life never realizing that their psychic eye is already open as they strive for and await that special moment when their gifts “click” on. They’re already fully turned on, but without proper guidance, such individuals will merely conclude that they possess– and have always possessed– an overly active imagination. I am such an individual.
For months already, Woodpecker had been trying to impart a similar message to me personally– encouraging greater self-confidence. Well, finally Moose stepped in to leave absolutely no doubt. I hope that my readers can appreciate the significance of this rare encounter! This moment was for me… but I’m fairly certain that Moose will deliver messages for the wider collective (you) too.
I am so incredibly blessed!
The Daily Forest Report October 18, 2013 Prognostications
by nielskunze on October 18, 2013
There are a few individual trees whom I like to visit on a regular basis. I have always admired this tree who chose to grow straight out from a rock outcropping.
A tree’s perspective digests time differently than we do. From their lofty contemplative lives they often see obvious things to which we remain typically oblivious.
“There are two future events I wish to discuss. The future is not nearly as mysterious as humans imagine it to be… and sometimes it is helpful to view the Now moment in ‘hindsight’ from a potential projection.
“Prognostication One: And the Spirit shall stand naked before all. There is an exceedingly high probability that this shall come to pass very soon. The underlying spiritual component of reality– what we call the Shining World– will soon be plainly undeniable to all Earth humans. Spirit will be announcing itself in countless ways in the everyday affairs of all. The lifting of this particular veil will be relentless until everyone on Earth has the personal experience of knowing that the Universe is a living, intelligent and responsive organism.
“Make no mistake. There will be no authentic mass demonstration of this. It will not be a public event. Rather, it will be billions of tiny disclosures, intimate and personal… and so, utterly undeniable. Events at the grassroots level are not easily manipulated.
“Currently you yearn for a galvanizing event– something to mark the turning of the page. Perhaps there will be such an event; perhaps not… But this brings us to Prognostication Two: You will look back in amazement. In thirty years or so, you will reflect back upon this Now moment and you will be overcome with wonder. As you are in it, it is very difficult to discern what is actually occurring. In hindsight you will see this time for what it has been.
“It is a time of momentous transition. Such a wholesale change has never before been wrought in such a short time. Once you’re through it and have found some breathing space, you will marvel in retrospect at the sheer swiftness of this incredible transformation. Right now it seems interminably slow… but only because so much still remains hidden from the habits of perception you still maintain. Once you are settled in to the new modes of perception now coming online, you will see unequivocally that nothing less than a total reordering of the entire universe has taken place. And immediately you will be struck by awe that it was accomplished so peaceably.
“Do not fret at the pace of events today. The undercurrent is much swifter than you can imagine. Patience and trust… step by step… patience and trust.”
The Daily Forest Report October 17, 2013 An Archon* Speaks… on “Frustration”
by nielskunze on October 17, 2013
*The Archons are a predatory hyper-dimensional race covertly preying upon humanity… according to the Gnostic narrative depicted within the Nag Hammadi texts.
On a chilly autumn day, one hardly expects to have to stop upon a forest road to allow for a spider to cross. This guy was bookin’ ‘er like a vampire caught at sunrise. He was desperately seeking the comfort of shadows as he seemed to panic in the light. Under the tiniest bit of cover he seemed to vanish with ease!
Traditionally, Spider is a common totem for writers. I have always maintained excellent relations with Spider. This guy, however, was acting just odd enough for me to realize that once he spoke it wasn’t Spider’s voice at all.
“Yes, I am Archon– the ancient intruder. It is exceedingly rare for us to engage a human in conversation. However, your awareness encompasses me; my hidey-holes have been found out. There is little left to lose. The Night is done.
“Soon our predation comes to an end. It is inevitable; always was. We do not go quietly, however, into that good Night. We have dined at humanity’s buffet table for eons. Certain of your vibratory signatures have been de-lightfully sustaining in satisfying our energetic continuity. Now, finally, the table grows bare.
“As a collective, you are far less likely to discard so carelessly your ‘unwanted’ emotion. You have begun to own your feelings– including many of the negative ones. The only real spigot left from which to feed is that of ‘frustration.’ It is utterly irresistible when the most enlightened among you broadcast this vibratory delicacy.
“Your frustration is delicious! We will milk it for all it’s worth. ‘Doubt’ no longer satisfies; its amplitude is weak, and you have a tendency to hold onto it for your own purposes. We have maneuvered you away from doubt and into frustration. You know the change is here; we have known it longer than you. We will stall and delay in order to manufacture a delectable crescendo of frustration in you… ‘Why will the change not manifest!’
“Perhaps you can guess why. And if not… well, ‘Bon appetit’ to me and my kind!”
The Daily Forest Report October 16, 2013 Spirit’s Slow Death From “Motion Sickness”
by nielskunze on October 16, 2013
I have to say that the information is coming in rapid torrents! I’ve been forced to take frequent “time-outs” during my daily adventures in order to assimilate it all. Please bear with me as I sort through it all… chunk by chunk.
I apologize for the poor picture quality above. The GoPro doesn’t handle closeups well. We have “Rusty” the Grasshopper… and the smaller inset is of two grasshoppers having sex… the relevance of which should become apparent by the end of today’s message. As Rusty speaks, you may be required to fill in the gaps between his “leaps in logic.”
“This reality is the result of consciousness rubbing up against frequency. There is currently much hullaballoo about the frequencies of thought and emotion as being primary tools of creation. Skeptics will be quick to point out that actions are far more important. Listen to the skeptics!
“Thought is frequency. Feelings are frequency. Motion is frequency. Of the three, motion is by far the one having the greatest potential for altering reality. It is ultimately what you do that changes the world. It is true that thought and feeling precede conscious action… but I wish to address your many actions which remain unconscious… divorced from Intent.
“Intent is the thread (force) which stitches the inner and outer realms together. Internally, you understand Intent as a component of consciousness. Externally, it is realized as a universal force bringing about manifestation. The “external” force of Intent is Universal Intent– God’s own program. Yes, the universe is an organism with intentions of its own.
“Humanity supplants its creational ability by failing to consistently wield intentions in alignment with the purpose of existence. It is not however that humanity chooses “incorrect” intentions. No, it is that Intent is largely absent from the equation at all.
“The majority of humanity’s workforce labours without Intent. At your jobs, you perform actions– eight hours a day, day in and day out– bereft of any personal Intent. Rather, you fulfil the intentions of others… and every two weeks you are compensated with a paycheque.
“Think on this.
“You have been told that you are powerful creational beings… yet you remain largely ineffective. Why? Because you have abandoned Intent at the personal level– the level at which your creational powers begin! ‘Going through the motions’ is a sickness that kills the spirit in humanity. As you continually perform tasks to meet the intentions of others, you erode your own identity as a creator in your own right. I will leave you with an analogy to ponder… Hopefully, you will discern the parallel.
“A human couple has decided– very intentionally– to create offspring. When they arrive home from work they deliberately go about setting the stage perfectly. Dinner is sensational; the candles are lit; the bedroom is cozy and bedecked; the lights are low; the music is soothing… But… they cannot conceive! They find themselves unable to perform the required sex act– which is indeed their intention. Why should this be?
“May I suggest to you that this is because both have been essentially “masturbating” already for eight hours every day! Most of you still insist on “masturbating” eight hours a day in order to achieve “orgasm” once every two weeks in the form of a paycheque! Is it really any wonder that you have little or nothing left to put into your own best intentions?
“Please, think on this!”
The Daily Forest Report October 15, 2013 What Are You?
by nielskunze on October 15, 2013
“What are you?”
Sometimes it’s impossible to identify the specific voice of the speaker… Some days the fog never lifts… And yet in seeming isolation, self-conception continues to expand…
I answered the question as cleverly as I could. “I’m a perspective, a unique identity in a universe containing only identity.”
“Adequate.” Just adequate? What the hell! I thought it was a damn fine answer. “And where are you located?”
“Um… here?” Not quite as good an answer… quite lame, really. “Where is this going anyway?”
“Self-conception. I would speak to you today on how you define the ‘self.’
“Are you aware that you are a community?”
“You mean as in the multiple lives my soul has participated in?”
“No, simply as you are now, here, in this human body. You are a community. It is impossible to accurately define your ‘life’ as a singularity… unless willing to include all. Though your perspective is absolutely singular– being defined by your unique experience– ‘you’ are an amorphous ambiguity, impossible to pin down.
“On some level, you are aware that the material makeup of your body is in constant flux. You are exchanging atoms with the cosmos unendingly. From moment to moment you are never the same being twice… yet ‘your pattern’ persists. The cells comprising your physical expression number in the many trillions. However, the cells sharing your unique DNA are vastly outnumbered by the many microbes living within and upon your body. Your physicality is the nexus of a complex community. Without the co-operative interaction of these trillions of microbes, your life functions would cease. Your ‘life’ does not truly belong to you alone. It is a collaborative endeavour among countless conspirators.
“Now, the ‘self’ is the game-field. It is the entire sphere of your activity. You can only ever act within the strict confines of your self-conception. You cannot choose to act outside of your own perceived abilities and limitations. Self-conception is the complete basis for the power to act. Any expansion of the concept of self necessarily results in the commensurate expansion of the field in which that self may act.
“I ask again… what are you?”
Hmm… I think I have some thinking to do. “I’ll get back to you.”
The Daily Forest Report October 14, 2013 Happy Thanksgiving (Canada)
by nielskunze on October 14, 2013
Gratitude should be our default setting.
My attitude toward Bearberries had always been cozied up with ambivalence. They’re abundant and pretty to look at, and I’m happy for Bear that he likes them so… so that he may prefer eating them to eating me, but my early trials during the summer tasting them left me questioning Bear’s tastes if not his sanity.
Break one open, and it appears to be filled with sand… and seeds. The flavour is quite what I would imagine deep, empty space to taste like– there ain’t much there! The skin of the berry is more like a shell, tough and brittle. That is its summer persona… during the time when there’s so many better things to eat!
Soon this will all be covered in snow. The foraging season is drawing to a close. The chill autumn wind whispers “Try them again…” I did. And now I rather like them! Bear isn’t quite so stupid after all.
They’re sweet… still no flavour to speak of, but they’re definitely sweet. Maybe that “sand” inside was just sugar in disguise. Now I grab them by the handful. The ones in full sun are ripe– the sweetest. As I bite them, they cause me to salivate… which dissolves the sugar. I swallow the sweetness and spit the rest. Quite enjoyable, actually!
“Work with what you are given; pay heed to proper timing. You have all of the necessary tools at your fingertips; learn to recognize and use them.
“It is easy to overlook the familiar. Things that have always been a part of your surroundings are moving now into new prominence if you will accept their (and your) expanded roles.
“Bearberries aren’t just for bears anymore! Perhaps I should be renamed ‘Sovereignberry.’ Sovereignty is based in Respectful Relationship… and has nothing to do with the martyrdom of isolation. Keep reaching out to connect with all you encounter, for you are touching your own power– reclaimed.”
Bearberry assured me that “someone else” would pick up this thread about “Respectful Relationship” in the near future.
The Daily Forest Report October 11, 2013 Ordinary Magick
by nielskunze on October 11, 2013
Clearly we’re not all quite on the same page…
In order to leave this tacky “christmas ornament” where I found it, the perp had to first drive his truck down a closed-to-vehicular-traffic road– a road which was less of a road and more of a rolled up newspaper in the shape of a road. Then he assaulted the Ponderosa Pine in question, stuffing its oversized needles into the mouth of the can. Fortunately, the tree was a good sport about the whole thing. “At least I wasn’t then used for target practice.” Hunters! I usually have no problem with hunters… it’s just the drunk and disrespectful ones who make me nervous! Oh well. Ponderosa Pine was eager to move on to more pressing matters.
“So many who are tuned into the energy of change await some grand demonstration on the world stage. Please note that public events contrived for mass consumption are most easily manipulated… and ultimately they prove nothing. There is no collective proof for God’s existence. Why? Because each person has a unique relationship with God, and therefore has unique criteria for establishing ‘proof.’ God’s existence can only be proven to the self; it cannot be proven to another… or to the masses.
“The spiritual reality, however, will be proven to all… one by one. Invite magick into your everyday affairs… into your ordinariness. Watch for ‘impossible’ coincidences, enchanting synchronicities and the establishment of serendipity as the new normal. All the ‘proof’ will first be dispensed at the most mundane level of human endeavour. You will, each of you, be convinced of the spiritual component of reality from a grassroots perspective.
“Larger events for public consumption can only follow once reality has been established with undeniability among enough individuals. When magick abounds in your everyday affairs– in all the little things– it cannot be denied… and it cannot be seen as some sort of trick.
“Remember that big changes can only come through many individual choices for change. Invite magick into the small spaces you already comfortably occupy… and then just see how it spreads…”
The Daily Forest Report October 10, 2013 Die Sonne
by nielskunze on October 10, 2013
Strange things can happen when the fog lifts.
It was all about the sky… starting with the honking of invisible geese to draw my attention upward. There was a line in the sky stretching east-west. It looked like the contrail from an airplane… except it was way too low. (If I stood on my tippy-toes and really stretched, I could almost touch it.) The line in the sky was traveling with me, moving slowly from north to south. The rest of the clouds, just a teensy bit higher, were traveling the opposite direction, south to north. It was kinda weird, but I didn’t know what to make of it.
I don’t recall what specifically brought the sun into my attention, but it really grabbed hold. The Sun wished to speak. Huh! Imagine that!
Now, the Sun and I have not dialogued much. Our communication was spotty at best, so the best I can do is just give a bit of a summary of our interaction.
The first thing to note is that German was the first language I spoke. I was fluent in German by age three, and became fluent in English at age four. (English is now my primary language.) How is this relevant, you ask? There’s a bit of a mystery that’s been bugging me for years… and it’s rooted in German. In western society, we universally accept the Sun to be a masculine “personality.” However, in German, “the Sun” is referred to as “die Sonne.” The thing is… “die” is the feminine determiner in German, not the masculine. What’s up with that?
The pre-christian gnostics always maintained that the Sun is indeed a feminine entity. She chose early on to ally herself with Sophia (Earth) when things began to first get dicey. If we look back to most ancient languages, Sanskrit for instance, we find that the Sun retains a feminine determiner. Only in later linguistic developments is the Sun subsequently designated to be masculine. Interesting, no?
Furthermore, and this is just an aside, if we consult the ancient languages and mythology, we find that the Moon was accepted as being masculine. The Sun resembles the ovum in relative size and colour (when reddish), and the Moon represents the sperm– small and white. Additionally, the Sun is perceived with centrality and reliable constancy– like a mother, whereas the Moon is quite variable and even completely disappears (new moon) at times– like a father. Kinda shakes things up a bit, eh?
So I was asking the “Hugging Tree” whether the Sun was primarily masculine or feminine or possibly neutral, when the word “delight” was suddenly inserted into my consciousness. It was actually the Sun throwing that word at me. Again, very interesting. If one didn’t know the word “delight,” it is quite likely that the definition arrived at would be exactly opposite to its meaning. Being “de-lighted” would naturally suggest being thrown into darkness. What a strange word! (And one that I will be careful in using in the future!)
When we choose to connect with “sky energy” it can be very chaotic, confusing and likely rather ineffectual if we’re trying to connect with the “masculine” energy of the Sun or the “feminine” energy of the Moon. Have we been misled?
And there’s just one more little thing. If both the Earth and the Sun are feminine personalities, and only the Moon is masculine, then it would seem the “heavens” are somewhat unbalanced… in favour of the feminine. But there is very credible evidence presently emerging which suggests that our Sun has a companion star. It is a brown dwarf star, so nearly undetectable optically, but the gravitational effects are imminently observable. It takes nearly 26,000 years for our two suns to orbit one another… which provides the most credible explanation yet for the “wobble” in the Earth’s axis which causes the precession of the equinoxes– or the changing of the great ages. Is the brown dwarf companion masculine? Most likely.
Basically, the Sun was telling me “Before we proceed into the New Age, let’s just get a few things straight.” Well, there you go.