The Free Radical

What a difference a day makes! (I think I’ve said that before.)

(Breakthrough by Atomic Rooster from their 1971 album In Hearing Of)

Just as it felt to me that the internal pressure was finally easing up… something burst! You may have noticed that for the past year and a half I’ve been kinda sitting on the proverbial edge of my seat, expecting something noteworthy to burst upon the world scene, grabbing headlines, garnering international attention. In my state of unbending anticipation I had always kept one eye on the global financial situation. I’ve even written articles specifically about the Global Reset and Currency Revaluation, as this was the most likely place we’d see the first real cracks in the dam.

Yesterday’s Forest Report was a bit of a departure from that because I had finally felt as though there wasn’t quite so much mounting pressure as before; it didn’t feel anymore like something was about to pop any second. The slow apocalypse was still proceeding according to plan, but now without the need for any overt drama. Even the latest Zap Report (financial stuff) reluctantly informed us that the Reset and Revaluation wouldn’t be announced until January 2015; things had been put on hold once again– much to the utter frustration of those following such events– or non-events, as the case may be.

But in the span of less than 24 hours the whole scene changed again. Unexpectedly, another Zap Report was issued… quelling the immediate frustrations. Locally, our weather shifted dramatically… and what happened down by the river– well, we’ll get to that in a moment…

Eagle came to reassure us, overflying our position beneath the power line for several minutes.

Clearly, it’s a Bald Eagle– the true spirit of American freedom. As I’ve said, his presence was a quiet reassurance.

As we got to the Mesa, the closest mountain looked stunning, even in the overcast gloom, with its lightly frosted cap.

But once we got down to the river– an adventurous journey down the Tibetan Trail– it was immediately clear that everything had drastically changed overnight.

Liquid emerald and pristine sapphire blues had been replaced by iced cappuccino.

It was NOT a gentle transition! The ice shelf which piled up in this bend of the riverbank was four to five feet high!

Ice boulders had been flung well beyond the immediate banks of the river.

Newly-downed trees had been tumbled and stripped bare, gathering in brand new logjams.

So there seems to be a bit of a dual message here. For those keeping pace with the subtle– but very real– changes, it’s a comfortable dawdle now. For those denying the changes, insisting on business as usual, maintaining the status quo, things are getting catastrophically violent. Seems legit: those accepting change with the grace of understanding the true necessity of it, are at ease with it, while deniers who remain oblivious of any need for fundamental change are being/going to be rocked to the core.

Personally, I’m glad to not be poised on the edge of my seat anymore; my legs were falling asleep! I’m happily reclining in my easy chair… watching the show!