The Daily Forest Report July 18, 2014 Blue Smoke
by nielskunze on July 18, 2014
Ah, the smell of red flags burning! So much smoke from one deemed false!
(Blue Smoke by E.J. Gold first published in 1984 and subsequently released as the title track on his 1998 album)
Messenger, guardian, protector… Hawk was with us the whole time.
Her presence is reassuring. There’s just something mystical about a hawk or two accompanying you on a four-hour hike. She watched like a mother over her children the whole way as we indulged in the day’s treasures.
It’s official; there will be a Saskatoon Berry Ale this year! It took me all of ten minutes to pick these. It was a real pleasure to go around tasting all the different bushes to try and identify the berries that still retained the almond-vanilla flavour so characteristic of their early spring flowers. This will be a new brew for me; I only really “discovered” saskatoon berries last year.
Despite the bluish haze from distant fires, the Forest truly smelled of vanilla. The first of the sweet clovers are now in full bloom– mostly whites and only a few yellows so far. Last year the yellow sweet clover blossoms were superior in taste, but this year it’s the whites who taste better. They work well in teas, smoothies and especially in combination with raspberries… for a raspberry-ripple foraging experience!
We knew that something was up. Laura of the Oracle Report had warned us that conditions were perfect for a highly predictable false flag event… and Hawk seemed to confirm it. But this butterfly went about her business regardless. She sagely said “Is there anything you can do about it?” No, I suppose not… except watch as the sleepwalkers contort their thinking in order to accommodate the call for more idiotic violence!
Twenty-five thousand years of playing among the ruins. I think perhaps we’ve had enough now…?
The narrative of the Ancient Sorcerers has been passed off to Hawk now. She was Ajna’s view from the sky when the dark forces clashed in the distant past. She remembers that defeat… and reminds us of our victory now.
The dross of a bygone world smoulders… as the phoenix rises…
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