{"id":4504,"date":"2015-08-01T00:50:31","date_gmt":"2015-08-01T00:50:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4504"},"modified":"2015-08-16T21:26:58","modified_gmt":"2015-08-16T21:26:58","slug":"running-dialogue-third-times-the-charm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4504","title":{"rendered":"Running Dialogue – Third Time’s the Charm"},"content":{"rendered":"

Prior Episodes of Running Dialogue:<\/strong><\/p>\n

First Episode<\/a>
\nSecond Thoughts<\/a><\/p>\n

Two nights ago this was the song playing in my head:<\/p>\nhttp:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/All-You-Zombies.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

(All You Zombies by The Hooters 1985)<\/p>\n

\"Mystique\"<\/a>

Mystique<\/p><\/div>\n

Third Times The Charm<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve lived out in the bush for extended periods of time twice before. It has its advantages and its drawbacks. The main drawback for me is that it\u2019s difficult to always have cream on hand for my morning coffee. The main advantage is that I get ultra-healthy really fast without really trying. There\u2019s no junk food or TV in the Forest.<\/p>\n

I have nearly all of my superfood supplements with me. (Marine phytoplankton, pine pollen, hemp seeds, spirulina, chlorella, coriander seed oil, black cumin oil, krill oil, ubiquinol and moringa leaf powder. I have a good supply of kratom with me too, but that\u2019s a whole other topic.) Being highly concentrated nutrient-dense foods, my supply is very compact and convenient. As long as I take the tiny amounts of each required, I don\u2019t have to worry much what I\u2019ll be able to forage. But as I\u2019ve said many times in the Forest Reports, foraging in summer is ridiculously easy!<\/p>\n

\"In<\/a>

In The Alfalfa<\/p><\/div>\n

The deer and I both really like the abundant alfalfa. I stick mainly to the blossoms, looking for the most brightly coloured ones, while the deer are more into the leaves. Alfalfa\u2019s deep root system makes them drought-resistant and rich in minerals.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s been truly a bumper crop for all the indigenous berries: strawberry, gooseberry, saskatoonberry, raspberry, cranberry, bearberry, juniper berry (year round), and most recently, choke cherry. There\u2019s far too much to eat, even with a couple of bears in the area! (I\u2019ll try not to miss too much my handful of goji berries each morning from the bushes in my yard at home.)<\/p>\n

\"Rose<\/a>

Rose Hips<\/p><\/div>\n

The rose hips too are promising a huge harvest. The big oblong ones are already becoming ripe in a few thickets by the river. They\u2019ll also last throughout the entire winter. Rose hips are known for their high vitamin C content in the form of a complete complex, far beyond mere ascorbic acid. I\u2019m very glad to have these in my diet right now as I continue on with magnesium repletion– via a topical spray. Magnesium has the special property of regulating calcium uptake and pulling excess calcium from the tissues where it can create nearly endless problems. One such place that calcium is being eliminated in my body is from the interior plaque in my arteries. Heart disease runs in my family, especially hardening of the arteries. As the calcified plaque is \u2018dissolved\u2019 by the magnesium, I want to make sure that I have plenty of vitamin C because plaque is deposited in the first place due to the inelasticity of– and subsequent damage to– arterial walls. Vitamin C is essential for supple, healthy arteries.<\/p>\n

One thing I will miss is my daily dose of distilled water. I\u2019ve been researching and experimenting with water for at least the last 20 years. What I\u2019ve found is that distilled water actually serves the body\u2019s needs the best. (Research: Andrew Norton Webber) I realize that there\u2019s plenty of fear-porn on the \u2018net about the supposed dangers of distilled water, but that\u2019s almost entirely bullshit. What finally convinced me– beyond the positive feedback from using distilled water myself– was when I just sat down and thought about what the animals in the Forest typically have available for their hydration needs. In the six months of winter out here, the only water source available is snow; snow is distilled water. In the warmer months, animals do NOT go to the river or a spring every time they need a drink– they very rarely do so. Instead, they rely on rain puddles and licking the morning dew off the leaves and grass (distilled water). If the high mineral content of Dutch Creek\u2019s glacial water causes my joints to stiffen up, I might be able to run my distiller from the power station I\u2019m currently working on. (See below.) We\u2019ll see how it goes.<\/p>\n

We (the dog and I) have to employ summer procedures for the storage of food. In years past, I was living in the bush during the early months of winter, so the bears were in hibernation and posed no threat. For now I have to keep all my goodies tied up between two trees. (Black bears are expert tree climbers, so just roping it up a tree won\u2019t do.)<\/p>\n

And I\u2019ve made sure to locate the bathroom area well away from the living space. Strong smells– of any kind– will attract bear\u2019s curiosity. Although, I must say that so far the latrine smells more like a scrap-metal heap than anything else. My morning poos have been very metallic smelling. That\u2019s primarily from the action of the coriander seed oil that I take twice daily. Chlorella and spirulina also help with heavy metal chelation, drawing troublesome metals from the tissues and digestive tract, but it\u2019s the coriander which provides the real magic… getting the lead out, so to speak.<\/p>\n

\"Running<\/a>

Running Lines<\/p><\/div>\n

There\u2019s ample evidence that we\u2019re all being inundated with a concoction of metal particulates being sprayed in our atmosphere. Some have even convincingly argued that the geo-engineering aerosols also contain nano-bots. Nano-tech has infiltrated our systems and lies dormant in our bodies awaiting activation for an Artificial Intelligence takeover of the human condition. Yeah, not gonna happen. I can heartily recommend daily use of cold-pressed coriander seed oil to pull that shit out. It feels good to shit robots!<\/p>\n

\"Power<\/a>

Power Station<\/p><\/div>\n

I\u2019m just getting my power station set up. Just this one electric motor, two deep-cycle batteries and an inverter will give me way more power than I can actually use. Just a tiny brook with decent flow provides a 24\/7 trickle-charge which keeps the whole system continually topped up.<\/p>\n

<\/a>

I Know of Many Hidden Springs<\/p><\/div>\n

I grabbed a couple of old bike parts so I can construct a gear system, so that for every rotation of the waterwheel the motor shaft will rotate about twelve times. I have a few power tools along; the trick is to complete the power station before the power tools run down completely. I really only need power for light at night and to recharge my computer and the satellite interface. If I\u2019m still out here when it starts to get cold, I can experiment with electrical heat; otherwise, I\u2019ll have to retrieve my portable wood stove.<\/p>\n

Moving on from camp news, there still seems to be someone tracking me; this time on horseback.<\/p>\n

\"Horseshoe\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I must remember that the \u2018M\u2019 in RCMP stands for \u2018mounted\u2019… as in horseback. Now I feel like I\u2019m on an episode of Mantracker! (Non-Canadians can search it to check out the show.)<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not really hiding. I\u2019m just staying clear of situations where I might be at a disadvantage. If the tracking persists, I\u2019ll probably go talk to the guy in a couple of days; the curiosity is really getting to me!<\/p>\n

\"Blue<\/a>

Blue Avian<\/p><\/div>\n

A little more than a year ago, the scuttlebutt among various exopolitical websites involved talk of a new ET\/ED alliance among beings described as raptors. And then the attention shifted to the Blue Avians.<\/p>\n

For the last couple of years I have been continuously visited on a nearly daily basis by eagles, hawks, osprey, turkey vultures and owls.<\/p>\n

\"This<\/a>

This Eagle!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Look!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Osprey\"<\/a>

Osprey<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Turkey<\/a>

Turkey Vulture<\/p><\/div>\n

And they often come for the explicit purpose of interacting with me; these aren\u2019t just chance encounters.<\/p>\n

\"Hawkin'<\/a>

Hawkin’ A Loogie<\/p><\/div>\n

Birds, in general, are associated with the astral planes… and with mentation. Thoughts can often be flighty like nervous birds. I have long wondered though why I\u2019ve gotten so much attention from birds recently, especially the magnificent raptors. What do they want with me?<\/p>\n

There\u2019s something else going on here too. When I witness events in the Forest, I often tell myself stories to better explain the events. The brief tale I\u2019m about to share is one I\u2019ve been sitting on for a couple of months. The story I told myself for those events some months ago seemed a bit farfetched, even for me. But even as the event was unfolding, my mind was already constructing the tale. If there was nothing of substance to it, I would have forgotten it by now. But on the contrary, it has been quietly nagging at me ever since. Some stories, even little ones, insist on being told…<\/p>\n

I had gotten pretty used to having Master Red-Tail greet us at the power-line almost daily. Some days, when he was feeling pretty sassy, he\u2019d outright model for the camera, letting me snap a few choice pics each day\u2026<\/p>\n

\"Sideways<\/a>

Sideways Glance<\/p><\/div>\n

… before flying off to his more hawkish pursuits.<\/p>\n

\"Master<\/a>

Master Red-Tail In Flight!<\/p><\/div>\n

Then one day, there were two hawks in the sky. They seemed to be chasing each other. At first I thought it was just play, a bit of aerial fun… but as they came in closer, ducking through the treetops, it suddenly seemed much more serious. At one point they grasped talons and tumbled dangerously through the air. I\u2019d heard that sexual relations among raptors could get similarly aggressive, but this was the wrong time of year for mating. It was already late spring. It seemed that one was attacking the other. It appeared to me that the one being pursued was Master Red-Tail, and the other I\u2019ve just named the Other Hawk.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Other Hawk<\/p><\/div>\n

I haven\u2019t seen Master Red-Tail since that day, but the Other Hawk has taken over the territory. (And there seems to be yet another one around now too; I\u2019m getting better at distinguishing individuals.) The Other Hawk chased off Master Red-Tail, claiming this territory for herself… and her true kin.<\/p>\n

\"Southern<\/a><\/p>\n

The piece of the puzzle that makes this all very interesting is that Master-Red-Tail is the shape-shifted form of Piudi, a cycloptic Sasquatch. And in case you didn\u2019t know, the Sasquatch People are dimension-savvy beings with a definite UFO connection.<\/p>\n

\"Stand<\/a>

Stand Casual (More Like a Bigsquatch Than a Hawk)<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Me<\/a>

Me & Bigsquatch<\/p><\/div>\n

I have long felt that there is a war on for the mind of Man.<\/p>\n

My immediate interpretation of the hawk battle was that the true Earth-allied hawk drove off the shape-shifting dimension-jumper \u2018hawk.\u2019 The message from one hawk to the \u2018other\u2019 was \u201cNo more astral shenanigans! Let us biological creatures get our house in order first– a united Living Earth– before we deal with the complexities of other-dimensional entities and realities!\u201d It is that interpretation which keeps strolling to the forefront of my awareness… hence, the outlandish little tale l\u2019ve just told you.<\/p>\n

Now I wish to tie this all in with my most recent dreaming.<\/p>\n

First, allow me to explain that for many years already I have been dreaming with the Earth.<\/p>\n

\"Grounding<\/a>

Grounding Pad<\/p><\/div>\n

I always sleep electrically grounded these days, but I\u2019ve always had a knack for dreaming in the absolute darkness of the subterranean (subconscious) cavern housing the collective awareness of humanity. What this means is that I am able to conceptually listen in to what\u2019s foremost on the collective mind at any given point in time. It is that skill in listening which primarily informs my writing. I am focused within the collective mind upon the awakening wave– that segment of humanity most oriented in progressive, creative, evolutionary mentation. It is then my task to explicate humanity\u2019s concerns and strategies in the waking conscious world; the question I try to answer is: What does the world need to hear next?… to keep this slow apocalypse moving along.<\/p>\n

Last night I dreamed in the darkness. I came to the dawn\u2019s light with nary an image burned in my brain… but conceptually, I was filled to the brim. I had learned some very key insights while my body slept… in the woods, beneath the stars… fully grounded… spiraling toward the centre…<\/p>\n

In times past, I had always perceived the dream-space of the Earth collective as a cluster of caverns \u2018carved\u2019 from the dark \u2018substance\u2019 at the core of the Earth. The centre-most and largest of the caverns belonged to humanity. The other numerous caverns clustered around were occupied by each of the species biologically present on the planet. Every species having Earth DNA, as expressed throughout the physical planet, had its own sacred space within the Earth collective. My perception was that all species were fundamentally separate from each other at this level of consciousness, but fully unified in knowledge (instinct) among themselves.<\/p>\n

As it turns out, since the end of 2012, there is a deeper layer, or a subsuming cavern where all species are present together in one unifying consciousness. Once I finally accessed this singular dream-space of the Earth collective consciousness, I knew that it had only been the ingrained habits of my dreaming perception that had kept me from this place. I never went there because I didn\u2019t know I could. This time the Forest itself pushed me deeper into my dream… so that now I may ponder the implications of what was revealed.<\/p>\n

Every organism on Earth has been granted individuality. No one is beholden to instinct– the accumulated knowledge of one\u2019s species. Animals can choose to act outside of their programming, creatively… improvisationally. Plants too can make decisions as individuals, choosing their own timing, irrespective of what \u2018the seasons\u2019 might dictate.<\/p>\n

All individual organisms on Earth are given the choice to continue with the soul-knowledge of their species as their guide, following the traditional ways, or venturing outside the box and exploring novel evolutionary pathways… for which there is now ongoing support.<\/p>\n

There is a subtle consensus that eventually predation must be wholly overcome. How\u2019s that for a lofty goal?!<\/p>\n

Such a freedom to choose has led some among the raptors, particularly the eagles and the owls, to align themselves with astral (off-world) interests. These are choices of individuals and not a species-agreement. And I am cautioned that we mustn\u2019t assume that such \u2018defections\u2019 are not superficial sell-outs of Mother Earth. There is always a deeper meaning rising to the surface… like a buzzard on a thermal.<\/p>\n

I will remember to deal with all whom I meet as sovereign individuals first, and only secondarily as robotized slaves to their species-programming when their behaviour reveals them as such.<\/p>\n

Damn mosquitoes! *Slap!*<\/p>\n

That\u2019s enough for now.<\/p>\nhttp:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/08\/Ludvig-Sverker-Piano-version.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

(Ludvig & Sverker by Beardfish from their 2012 album The Void)
\n_______________________________________<\/p>\n

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