Good evening my wondrous friends. I come to you this evening in surgical mask and latex gloves.
Of course, much has happened to change our lives over the past few years since we last got together. I would very much like to know where each of you find yourselves at this time. I have read likely all of the posts our hardcore communicators have written, but too many of us have gone onto other avenues of expression and this I am also interested in - your take on the YOU of the PRESENT.
A few years back, my keyboard was blown out by a coffee spill. The laptop is still good for reading, puzzles, games and photos and that's all. The backup is a typer, but no music, photos or vids. We're on the typer at the moment because
I can't stand by silent any more:
Social distancing has done this. They don't want us grouping and they don't want us to leave the crib.... You would think they would graciously airdrop our individual quotas of toilet paper, etc. Heh. Will the grocery deliveries be done in hazmat suits or perhaps by drone? Should we be so fortunate...
As soon as this dreaded "thing" got going locally, there was a certain familiarity beyond 911 to it all:
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with a lion body and the head of a man
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare bya rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
23 comments:
Hello Nina..... many moons have past since your last posting and you have been missed.
Personally there have been many trials and tribulations , as I am sure many of us are experiencing.
My saving grace is the Hawaiian prayer of Ho ‘o Pono Pono. I have been reciting this mantra everyday
for almost a year and a half now and it has brought me much peace and happiness.
As I have come to understand, for every conscious thought, we literally have millions of subconscious thoughts underlying our perceptions.
We are all connected through our over lapping subconscious thought forms. One of the principles of Ho’oponopono is that all I witness I have created. I am responsible for everything I witness in life. I love myself through all I see....I evoke my power to Revise.....and with generosity of spirit, I am Grateful...Dr. Hew Len’s favorite saying is that, do you ever notice that whenever there is a problem, that you are there.
I hope all is well in your life and I just wanted to share what has been working for me.
Ho’o Pono Pono Prayer
I’m sorry,
Please forgive me,
Thank you,
I love you.
Many respects, your friend Terrance
Greetings and blessings, Friend. Wonderful to see your presence here again. I guess many of us have moved over to other venues, but we've kept on keeping on, hopefully to perhaps regroup and re-inspire. - bholanath
Well, we no longer need to wonder what rough beast slouches this way.
It’s the climatic big push for a satanic New World Odor over-all control program, as the last truly free humans are subjugated or eradicated, wherever they may be.
All the cards are on the table. Now or never.
Ozymandias, by Percy Shelley:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
Ozymandias, by Horace Smith
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—
Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder,—and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
Yeats' ‘Second Coming’ always reminds me of those two earlier poems. I guess it's the feeling of ancientness and the folly of human pride and hubris. I suspect Yeats felt the connection too.
How interesting that you recently made the first post on your blog since 2016. This afternoon I've been going through old emails, looking for photos of my place in Rainier and I came across a marvelous email exchange 'tween you and me in January of 2009.
--I was taught that that is what all masters do; finish the project(ion) and withdraw into aloneness for a while. It took me a long time to realize that I had always done that, masteryshiphoodness or not. It's a natural cycle, unlike our scheduled "civilization".--
So I had to see how and what you are doing amidst these days of madness. Your site is still linked from my TheNewAgriculture.blog ; that was the easiest way to find you. That blog has been neglected for longer than this one. I have an essay from a couple of years ago called ‘The Errors of Regenerative Agriculture’that might stir things up and be appropriately edgy for that website. Maybe I'll post it there and see if anyone notices.
Part II
(the computer made me do it)
I'm back in the USA, living in Southwest Louisiana, land of bayous and crawfish. And accordions. Came back for a short visit in 2015 and here I still am. Venezuela's government just made it too much hassle for an American to enter. It used to be as easy as entering Mexico, but now one needs a visa and a trip, in person, to the consulate in Houston or New Orleans, to let some bureaucrat decide if I'm good enough to enter their starveling paradise. That's how it was a few years ago; probably way worse now that the US has put a $15 million bounty on Maduro's head. Maduro's wife's nephews having gotten thrown in a US federal pen for trying to sell coke to the DEA didn't help their attitude towards the US. I want to go back to Margarita, but only after the people get rid of their Cuban-owned government. Funny, but I felt the same way and said the same things when I left the US in 2006. Since the late 1980s I had been trying to wake people up and failing. I couldn't stand the corruption and plain evil in the US any more, so I left and said I would be back when the revolution began. Are we there yet?
It appears to be closer. I'm still feeling frustrated but no doubt a lot more Americans are awakening. The jackals and laughing hyenas in charge think they will be successful in taking over the world and turning us all into enslaved automatons, but I don't think so. I'm hoping the Creator is as sick and tired of their shallow boring crap as I am. Let those who have a more glorious vision of this world hold it firmly now. A time of collapse and craziness is when real changes can happen.
And how are you, my love?
Michael A
Well my lovely friend. Stumbled back on a vibration and lo and behold a new message. Lost so much in the shuffle of time.
Age and sorrow make for desperation
Put it all down to transformation of inner nature
Forgetting happens automatically
Ordinary advice for a extraordinary life
We are trained in cogito ergo sum-I think therefore I am-, the ego and the intellectual mind are hard things to let go of. It is the critique that the ego thrives on, from the critiquer critiques to the critiqued. In our brains this has already formed innate, short-sighted and limited contemplation and recognition. Our brains electrical impulses must allow us to enter Point Zero and not be under the influence and stimulus of external matters. The senses and the attention are to be brought back within. As this returning to the inner realm takes place the mind, the vital energies, and the Qi become more and more mingled into a unified energy. Love you!
Bob (Scrap)
Bob (Scrap)
Been thinking about what you wrote. We throw so much energy away externally. Just a waste. Gurdjieff talked about having two potatoes. You can eat both today, or save one for tomorrow. If you get two tomorrow and save one, you are building up a reserve. He also said that if you save enough of this energy it will reach saturation and come out of solution in a crystalline form, as something permanent. How often do I have excess energy in my savings at the end of the day? Not very often. Guess I would have to learn how to go to sleep while full of energy.
The world is changed by those who show up for the job.
Love you too,
Michael A
Gatherings of such were real before the whatever this is.
Zoom gathering of nations and my friends up in Dine country are back in circles on that trail.
I heard somewhere when the ceremonial gets archived then real nations die.
If we stop doing that thing then the skies start asking really old stuff to wake up and mostly they are cranky and should not be bothered.
I live on that trail and sometimes the bones are hard to pretend not to be involved with.
I heard that angel in utah cast the clarion call down and now we all gots some shaking.
I am pleased that you are still here.
Ah blessed Nina and tribe members,
I remember the close knittedness of the days of old when blogs would be read and hearts would be opened.
Wow, so much has happened since we last shared. Indeed I no longer recognize myself.
India went to the celestial banquet some time ago. She was the eternal witness of this home.
South Africa is interesting. Bill Gates was here in Jan and we went into the strictest lockdown in the world.
Our household accumulated many fines for daring to walk in the middle of nowhere.
Fines that have been used as fire starters this winter.
We are truly the new Venezuela although the people are pretty resilient so there is hope.
On a personal level I spend much time with my eyes closed, shutting out the external events and trying to find that point of peace within.
So delighted to come to your space again.
With much love and gratitude.
De a yard Sis.
Big rain just pass an green up the place.
Ja in lockdown again as more getting the tiny creature invading their structure. Evolution not easy.
Dug pond, to seal then can start to plant.
Glad blog alive.
Morning sun peeks
Warm after cool rain
All types of attachment
In life are obstacles
Practice love, gratitude and grace.
as a kind of natural curvature in time and space
Scrap
https://scheerpost.com/2020/08/10/chris-hedges-americas-death-march/
Scrap
Hey Nina you are missing in action, we want you here with us sweet baby.
Scrap
Here is more healing info.
https://www.llewellyn.com/blog/2020/08/healing-ourselves-to-heal-the-world/?fbclid=IwAR2sLX3PHImqBNKx1_5L29gAE7timtDMNRaJcJ0yMbgFQ19TqAzUxDQIe3g
Scrap
“We are not our bodies, our possessions, or our careers. Who we are is Divine Love and that is infinite.
There is one grand lie - that we are limited. The only limits we have are the limits we believe.
Choose to see death as simply removing a garment or moving from one room to another… It’s merely a transition.
Remember that your natural state is joy. You have everything you need for complete peace and total happiness right now.
A mind at peace, a mind centered and not focused on harming others, is stronger than any physical force in the universe.
My purpose is to help people look at themselves and begin to shift their concepts. Remember, we are not our country, our race, or religion. We are eternal spirits. Seeing ourselves as spiritual beings without label is a way to transform the world and reach a sacred place for all of humanity.”
~ Wayne Dyer
Alan Watts critiques in "The Wisdom of Insecurity" American social views and practices are very insightful, and still quite relevant:
"Thus the "brainy" [over-emphasis of thinking over immediate direct experience] economy designed to produce this happiness is a fantastic vicious circle which must either manufacture more and more pleasures or collapse- providing a constant titillation of the ears, eyes, and nerve ends with incessant streams of almost inescapable noise and visual distractions. The perfect "subject" [viewer, customer] for the aims of this economy is the person who continuously itches his ears with the radio, preferably using the portable kinds which can go with him at all hours and in all places [smartphones in 2020]. His eyes flit without rest from television screen, to newspaper, [to Internet], to magazine, keeping him in a sort of orgasm-without-release through a series of teasing glimpses of shiny automobiles, shiny female bodies, and other sensuous surfaces, interspersed with such restorers of sensitivity - shock treatments - as "human interest" shots of criminals, mangled bodies, wrecked airplanes, prize fights and burning buildings. The literature or discourse that goes along with this is similarly manufactured to tease without satisfaction, to replace every partial gratification with a new desire.
For this stream of stimulants is designed to produce cravings for more and more of the same, though louder and faster, and these cravings drive us to do work which is of no interest save for the money it pays - to buy more lavish radios, sleeker automobiles, glossier magazines, and better television sets, all which will conspire to persuade us that happiness lies just around the corner if we will buy one more."
The Wisdom of Insecurity, p. 62.
Well, I'm divorced.
Horrible evils came, but strengthened me.
I now realize that the realm we live in is a literal matrix, and that trying to pursue every "truth" and conspiracy is a fool's errand, because it distracts you from your own spiritual development.
The Corona Virus hoax is a satanic, evil hoax meant to divide people from each other.
Meant to instill fear in men and women and children.
Fear corrupts the soul.
Social isolation corrupts.
Spiritual isolation corrupts.
Physical distance prevents men and women from exchanging energy of an emotional and spiritual nature.
Demons are real, and the creatures you see on the screen, like Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates, are so obviously not human, that if you don't see it, you seriously lack discernment.
Dr. Fauci is Dr. Fausti. You can see the reptilian evil in his eyes - the eyes of a soul-dead killer.
Nature is still beautiful, and the small % of men and women that are holding onto their souls.
I no longer use the words "human" or "person" or "people," because they were trick words meant to... I almost said "dehumanize"... meant to take away your essence and turn you into a soulless entity.
Be a man. Be a woman. Be alive. Reject nonsense.
JAKE, you are full of fear “Fear is one of the greatest problems in life. A mind that is caught in fear lives in confusion, in conflict, and therefore must be violent, distorted and aggressive. It dare not move away from its own patterns of thinking, and this breeds hypocrisy. Until we are free from fear, climb the highest mountain, invent every kind of God, we will always remain in darkness. Living in such a corrupt, stupid society as we do, with the competitive education we receive which engenders fear, we are all burdened with fears of some kind, and fear is a dreadful thing which warps, twists and dulls our days.”
― Jiddu Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known
For the record Doc Holliday did tell Wyatt Earp, “There is no such thing as a normal life, Wyatt, there is just life, now get on with it.”
Dismantle your ideas and certainties, the mental machinery that isolates us from the world around us. It takes a wild and fearless mind to attempt it.
hello friend. I am well and glad to see you are too.
i didn't really participate in the corona matrix - in my rural community it wasn't a thing like in the city
still up in the forest all the time
making art - are you?
2 dogs. my new dogs are rhodesian ridgeback mixed with black mouth cur and some kind of great looking mutt looks like a narrow slightly miniaturized belgian malanois
growing a good garden - more food than flowers this year
trying to read better
xo
Isolated by gov order as over 70, my pack patrols and delights. A mix of all the breeds that came through the island.
Dug a pond now to seal and plant my food.
Best
Hello Nina …just checking in and wanted to send you my love …..what a challenge to be living in these times …..Terrance from Tassajara
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