What kind of fool am I? I do trust the universe. I'm adrift in her 3° K field...forever. I'm definitely outside the standard rules of the game. Rules are just guidelines; I only follow those that are life-protective (e.g., stopping at traffic lights) or reasonable. I'm typically willing to try new stuff; that's my norm.

Life definitely has a soundtrack; and, I have to say, I hear music. So, my current theme is really ongoing and is a combo of Lubbock or Leave It (Dixie Chicks) and Five Years (David Bowie). The Chicks sing in my head because of their haute attitoode, baby, and the question of whether scary hypocrites throwing rocks at us from the top of a hill think we heathens will go to heaven. The Bowie song is bedrock and has played in the background of my mind practically this entire incarnation. I saw him perform it on the Dinah Shore Show when I was a kid; it was haunting and it really impacted me: one world.

Yeah, I almost hear some of you G-com^z folks saying, "Who's Dinah Shore?" So, for minor edification, the picture is of her (she was a singer and talk show host 'n stuff...there's a fan club!).

Anyway, back to the topic...

from the Chicks:

...temptation's strong (salvation's gone) and I'm on my wayyyyy...to hell's half acre...how will I ever get to heaven now?

from Bowie:

...the news guy wept and told us the earth was really dying...cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he wasn't lying....all the fat-skinny people, all the tall-short people, and all the nobody people, and all the somebody people...I never thought I needed so many people...

...five years (struck on my eyes), five years (what a surprise), we've got five years (my brain hurts a lot), we've got five years (that's all we've got)...

Heyyy, Millie! Here I am in cyberspace with other folks that talk about the same stuff I do that gives you headaches. Now that you're in a different plane of existence, I bet you wish you had paid more attention to those time-space theories I tried to explain to you, huh?!

So, I went to the tidal basin in DC on the first day of the Cherry Blossom Festival and made a point of capturing the flowers' beauty in memory of you. The day was gorgeous! It was crisp and breezy and the perfect day for flying kites. The morning sky was filled with them, straining to break their earthbound strings and make their way to the heavens, in all those vibrant colors that you like. There were thousands of people there, but when I looked into the sky, it was like being in a quiet, peaceful place that wasn't crowded at all. Is that what it's like where you are?

It's been a long time since we've been to see the blossoms and I was a kid then; so, I'm seeing them now with slightly different eyes. I find the cherry tree bark exceptionally beautiful: strong, full of graceful age, richly textured and with a hint of pink hue, HA! like yourself!



Uh-uh...I said "richly textured," now I could've said gnarly, but I didn't...and they are beautiful. Like an old wise woman, you've got to respect these trees, mother; they've been here since 1912 or something, before you and me both! They carry on the cycle of death and rebirth, a similar mandate to that of humanity's (ok, I can feel you headache coming on :)

...and, look, just like a good grandmother, these elder trees are strong enough to hold the little ones in their arms...children dangling happy limbs as their cheeks press against the cool, rough skin ~

I won't go into humanity's attempts to have a unified theory of physics (headache alert!). I'll just say that all energy "is" and if you've already figured out how to tap into this particular plane of...reality, this is a transmission from my coherent energy field of a formation based on a pattern of you. That's right! I was thinking of you!

I hope this cyberspace way of sending thought finds you evolved, Mother. I hope to reconnect with you again. Perhaps we shall meet in the next incarnation (Charisse thinks you've already come back as Nesha to cause trouble!).

Continue on your path, mother. I think of you whenever the cherry blossoms bloom. Aren't they beautiful this year? 

     Love everlasting,

                     ~ Earth Angel

Someplace where there is a vast body of water or the emptiness of a desert...or both.

I thought "we" decided in March that something was true if it was beautiful? Perhaps this is another truth...the one that crawls down the steps, bubbling and gurgling, as it swats out a tentacle at you. You, of course, run screaming madly for your holy glue gun loaded with a full-spectrum electro-mag. BACK! BACK, UGLY TRUTH! OR I'LL BLAST YOU INTO GLOWING PORKY PUFFS!



pic from: http://www.myconfinedspace.com/2008/02/16/lovecraft-madness/

 

Healing  Unity!

That is, a oneness with everyone and everything else. Like knowing that the young warriors will help them. It's almost like some elders don't expect it. For example, when I'm walking through a store, see an elder looking at something on a higher self that I can reach, thinking about how to get it, not wanting to ask for help, I just walk up, get it and hand it to them with a smile. Their eyes are so filled with gratitude. I would like to think those little things are going on or starting to take hold everywhere; they add up. And, whatever happens, if one feels part of the whole, one is stronger and can effectively deal with almost anything. That goes for the giver, recipient, young warriors, elder sages and the newly reborn.

It was broken for a while, but the reforming spirit circle heals everyone.

My spiritual path and the idea that the universe is as it should be at this point in reality.

You know, I'd have to say that it's a collection of people...and it's mostly you guys! Seriously, as a weirdite of the terran realm, reading your blogs has made me revisit my true self and think the thoughts that are really me.

Some of you have posed questions & pointed out connections to me that I've never thought about because I was distracted by the mundane. Some of you have shamelessly taunted the demi-Gods of the dominant insanity (would that be the DDI?). Some of you are lecherous enlightenment seekers bleeding out in a spiraling, somatotropic trance-dance. Some of you have left your differentially-abled bodies and are blazing across the heavens, leaving behind radiant shimmers of auric dust. Some of you think that you are so tech, so full of pain, so full of love, so in need of a bull whip, so alien, so traditional, so freaky, so geeky and so other stuff that you think no one understands you...

...ah, but they do...and isn't that just the weirdest thing ever?! Thanks for all the reminders of who I am. Shine on!

...3 am, baby! I wonder if that's because I physically entered this incarnation at 3:04 am?

             .....hmmmmmm.....

ha! all the channels open up (and you know that if you wear your fabulously coiled hair free, it's like antennae ---sucking up all those secret transmissions from space).

Just checking out the embed technique. Outstanding! It was quite chilly at the ceremony. It felt really good to kneel by the warm prayer fire on the land mingled with our ancestors for the last 12,000 years. Our Peruvian cousins brought their instruments; so this was part of the first session (there was another one happening by the Tree of Life as I was leaving...'had to go to play rehersal).

pic - http://www.universetoday.com/am/uploads/looking_down_on_earth.jpg posted on the "Earth Porn" blog entry: http://earthfriendlygardening.wordpress.com/2006/07/12/earth-porn/

...naturally!

Here's Nunatak ~ scientists from Antarctica's Rothera British Research Station (making Live Earth 2007 a genuine "all-continent" concert) singing "How Many People" ~

SAVE THE PENGIES!

I haven't encountered first-hand bullying in a long time; but, for the most part, yes, I did.

I didn't experience it much; but, I think I'm territorial (part of my animal self) because I would be quick to jump in to support a friend (i.e., they're MINE! you can't talk to them that way!). I didn't always think, though. I learned to pull back when I realized one time that I was about to get into something with 2 buzzed-cut white dudes who had called an african-american friend of mine "sambo" and she had just kept walking and ignored them. I thought, "hey, where's she goin'?"

But, I'm not fond of bullies. I recognize that they are in pain; but, they need to explore alternate resolutions to that pain. One of the respondents to this question referred to emitting positive energy in response to the bully's negative. It's a tall order. that's why I have so much respect for non-violent activism (Gandhi, MLK, etc.).

I was at an earth summit a couple of years ago and Coleman McCarthy (peace activist) was talking about strength through peace. That's when I started to realize how powerful love can be; but, what a higher frequency vibration to give it in the face of hate. wow....

I'm always surprised when people have spent years holding on to a provicial view of life and, suddenly, show growth & insight. I'm like, "HA! I didn't know you had it in you! Now I have to reconsider my very human assessment of you!" It's a pleasant surprise.

So, there it is! You can't count anybody out, no matter how hopeless it seems that they can be reached!

The secret cookie ingredient!

Here's the reality lesson: Everybody is a part of the same existance, but the spectrum of reality has different "camps" along the contiuum and people pop out and into consciousness at different locations with a mala, a cookie box and an evolving cookie recipe. Different camps have different secret ingredients. You make your cookies and put them in the box. You meet other people from same/different camps and share cookies: you give them one of yours, they give you one of theirs, etc. You have a palate that instantly recognizes the secret ingredient from your camp. To other camps, it just tastes odd, interesting or gross (mumble-grumble snaps just don't taste like wicker-dicker snoodles).

The problem with sharing cookies is that someone will eventually offer you a cookie that they didn't bake, but will pass it off as theirs. So, there you are, locked into sharing this delicious, comfortable secret cookie ingredient with camp "other" and when you try to top the cookie with the special woogies, you're viewed as a pariah. Not only is woogie debacle a shock to them, it's a shock to you (My GOD! Who eats a cookie without woogies?!). THAT, my glorious Gaians, is what makes me feel separated!

The bottom line? Only give people cookies that you've baked! Of course, there are other problems like crumbled cookies, dropped boxes, etc.

Something...I just don't know what. But, I usually feel safe in the universe...the cold and warm embrace ~

...pic of reflection nebula (cc): NGC 1999 - Orion Constellation...

...heal, little ones....heal....