The Free Radical

(Wonderous Stories by Yes from their 1977 album Going For the One)

I’m comfortable having birds and thoughts flying through my mind interchangeably. Forest telepathy doesn’t seem invasive or unnatural at all.

This is the first illustration in Kewaunee’s latest book on the Sasquatch People. I find it very interesting that the bird pictured is specifically a Bald Eagle… seeing how I have been interacting with Bald Eagle daily for about a month already. Sasquatch eyes in the sky…

Yesterday, as I was washing up at the river, I looked across to a small set of cliffs, and as my eyes rested intuitively on a particular locale, suddenly Eagle flew up from the very spot I was viewing. Perhaps we had just made eye contact; Eagle might know, but my eyes aren’t that good… it wouldn’t surprise me.

I also just recently looked into legends or myths surrounding hoodoos, since that is the predominant land formation defining this corner of the valley. Here, you can see them in behind the Silverberry bushes which are just coming into bloom with their obnoxious (to some) perfume.

Hoodoos are magical. In fact, the word denotes a system of sorcery not unlike voodoo. I can certainly attest to their spell-casting ability as they capture and transfix nearly every tourist who lays eyes upon them. You just expect strange things to abound in their immediate influence.

As I watched Eagle fly up from the cliff across the river and circle a dozen times above me, my thoughts were about other-dimensional portals… I’m weird that way! This seemed to be some form of tacit confirmation.

Prior to this but still very recently, I was examining rose bushes, taking particular note of their retarded (delayed) development this season. As I formed the very distinct thought in my mind that “There is an active force in the world right now suppressing heart-opening energy,” Raven immediately cawed loudly and flew very low over my head from behind. Again, this seemed like a very strong confirmation. We will have to make a conscious effort to overcome this temporary blockage.

And finally, on occasion, the Forest likes to test my resolve. I’ve long believed that it’s valid to gauge the growth and development of an individual by deliberately pushing his hot-trigger buttons to see exactly how enlightened might be his response.

Yes, this is Sitka covered from head to tail in shit. She got two thorough baths this day… and I’m happy to report that I totally kept my cool while communicating to her that this was not at all acceptable.

Of final note, there was a medium pile of bear sign on the sub-Mesa– a very unusual place to find evidence of Bear.

The larger animals tend to stay away from the river valley during the summer months because the loud rush of the river interferes with their cognizance of their surroundings. I can attest that it’s very easy to sneak up on fishermen at the river. It’s not really a safe place for animals.

Well, that’s it. There’s so much going on every day now that the messages are multi-layered but concise. You’ll have to do some of the dot-connecting yourself.