The Warrior’s Edge of Provocation

Well well well, here we are again, riding the edge of the wave of the Warrior’s Provocation.  What’s that, you say.  It doesn’t sound like fun, does it.  It isn’t.  But I guarantee it is necessary in order to successfully surf the waves of rage, or rather outrage, in the face of circumstances of untenable absurdity.  Before one goes dashing off with a meat cleaver in hand to hack someone to bits.  Very messy.   Not a good plan.  At least not like that.

Oh, how I wish now to have published several pieces previously written about my lovely neighborhood drama so some background is established.  This has been going on for 9 years.  Yes, that squabble I report about from time to time on Facebook, with my unfriendly neighborhood multidimensional forces of darkness, who are in park right next to me a quarter mile down the road, is flaring up once again.  

Nails.  And not just any nails.  Sabotage nails, the kind that are sure to stand up and not miss your tire.  I’ve got a whole collection of them going on from the last 2 months.  3 from just the last 4 days.

What are these people doing and why are they doing it?  They’re ghouls.  They don’t want anyone driving down what they think is their easement.  It’s not.  It’s the drive for 5 other houses, including mine.  Unfortunately most of the other people don’t live there full time so the siege is falling on  those of us who do.

So imagine, I’m driving out to get a tire fixed that has 2 very nasty, purposeful sabotage nails embedded in it.  And lo!  Shortly after driving through their zone, once again I hear the now familiar click click click, like a demon tap dancer.  Coming anew from another tire.  I get to the tire place and discover a new nail now stuck in one of the back tires.  



The good news is, the guys are really nice and can’t believe they are seeing

me again so soon.  They only charge me $5 extra to fix the second tire.  But now I’m really mad.  Really mad.  So mad, beyond having a melt down -- oh heck, I did that already.  When I changed the tire Sunday and really saw what was stuck in it -- it was like the embodiment of malice, malicious intent.  And I felt it, for a short while there.  I had to have a good cry, it was the “why me” moment. 

And then it started to move.   Good thing, it’s important not to get stuck there.

 I was pulled out of a sense of powerless victimhood very fast, like within 5 minutes.  My energy just didn’t linger there, all that rage took on a life of it’s own and kept going.  I changed the tire.   I got on the phone and got a ride to town to feed my cats down there.   Oh, to have such friends that will dare to drive through a war zone to help me.  He’s come over several times recently on tire missions.  

What I could tell of my process was that I knew a Warrior’s Moment was

coming.  This is what happens when provocation beyond what is tenable occurs -- the wave of unbridled, uncontrolled outraged emotional energy within me, guided by this mysterious intelligent force I trust implicitly,  approaches an unpredictable crest where some kind of clarity come forth.  And not just mere clarity --  the kind that comes when you know you are on the right side of cosmic justice when the fireballs of the ages come raining down. It’s when the whole situation totally shifts and turns around, sometimes resulting in great hilarity at the utter absurdity of the situation.  I am always slightly amazed at how things become downright comical when seen in a different light.  

But today was a little different.  Instead of an epiphany of hilarity, I got very quiet.  In fact, I’m deadlier than ever this time.  I don’t think I’ve ever been so calm in the face of such provocation.  My stance is one of -- okay you ghouls, bring it on.  More nails.  Throw as many out there at me as you can.  Incriminate yourselves as fully as possible.  I hope I get every single one of them.  Because every nail that can be traced back to you Borgs will just speed your sorry arses along on a path of your demise that much faster.  No matter what kind of petty shit storm they throw at me, we both know I’ve done nothing to them and it has no power to take me down.   I dare you, you cowards.

No, I don’t even dare them.   Just writing about it has taken me even beyond that.  Oh, it’s gotten even better than that!


See, what happens is that when something inside breaks through the anger-fear-dread-rage of the uncontrollably provoking situation and says’I will rise to meet this anyway!’ -- that’s when the game really gets interesting.  That’s where this empowered humourous detachment comes, from a place of sterling impeccability.  I haven’t done anything wrong.  It doesn’t mattter that I don’t deserve this.  It is not even about me personally.  I’ve done nothing to them and we all know it. So what the hell is this about then?  

Well, it’s a Warrior’s Lesson.  The nagual don Juan Matus - a  mentor of  mine -  is jumping up and down with glee now on the inner plane.   You don’t shy away from the Warrior’s Lesson, or take the stupid pathetic 3d track of whining and thinking it’s on someone else’s shoulders to take care of - like cops, or lawyers or whatever.  Oh, they can maybe help sometimes.  They can also fall victim to the same anklebiter influence as the Borg are under.  The signature is unmistakable.

No, my Warrior’s Impeccability has taken me beyond, into the true unknown.  But not a scary unknown where I feel threatened. Oh no, I feel supported.   I now know there are invisible forces that have been activated.  Forces of light, of justice, of power.  Power requires impeccability.  It turns on those who misuse it.

So now we are in the realm of the true Warrior’s Art.  Heh heh heh.  Now I know I can smile at them with one of those terrifying diabolically-angelic

smiles when I see Dean over at the Spur having coffee.  I will look right at him with a most piercing Warrior’s Look.  And then he’s going to get one of my best smiles.  One of those smiles.   Goddess only knows what he will see.
  It will completely eviscerate him energetically.  A ghoul like that will not be able to figure it out.  Hard to say what the result might be, after that.

    Maybe I’ll nod too when I smile, ever so slightly....

The impeccability of a Warrior summons invisible allies.  How do I know the Maha hasn’t followed me over there and isn’t hiding in the bush somewhere.   I  may not see it, but Dean might.  You get the idea.  There might be a whole entourage of mad fairies behind me now.  Personally, I wouldn’t mess with that.

  
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Warrior’s Laugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Okay there

it is!!! Just imagining the scene, and the look of ‘tilt’ on Dean’s face, after I

smile at him at the gas station over his coffee.  And as he gazes past me in uncontrolled puzzlement,  suddenly he sees a mountain lion emerging out of the bush behind the port-a-potty, looking for all the world like it’s going to come straight towards us.  Behind me of course.  

I about laughed myself silly at the vision of him running away witless, hands in the air.  Gee Dean, that’s the highway over there, watch out for .........................   oops.

No no, I’m not that evil.  I don’t see where he runs to.  I’m not conjuring up visions of his demise.   But I must say I totally enjoy the idea that he will not be able to grok why I could possibly be smiling at him like that, after what he knows he has done.   I hope I am now gut-wrenchingly terrifying for him.  Invisible allies or not.

Hey, if that is the worst thing that happens to him for such bad cat behavior -- that he should run off screaming like a madman because some scary chick

smiles at him just right -- well then he’s lucky, I sez.  Because they are stalking my workplace and leaving nails for me down at the Resource Center too, right where I like to park.

Oh,  the nagual don Juan Matus would totally approve of my situation and the  lessons in petty tyranny these people have provided.  These, and others.....    I can almost hear him and don Genaro jumping up and down with glee, laughing their fool heads off at the antics at various junctures, and how it has pushed me further along the warrior’s path.  Sometimes you just can’t learn these things any other way, you have to come up against it to see what you are made of.  I write about these 2 seers as if they’ve shown up in my life.  On the inner plane, something of them certainly has.   Can’t you tell?  Oh, they’ve left quite an imprint.  I’m definitely one of their tribe.

So that’s the scoop.  I know there will be more.  I’m currently in the middle of a shit storm.  But now that I have some clarity.   I will bide my time -- while I’m collecting nails with a most knowing smile on my face.  I think I’ll make it a point to stop at the Spur gas station one morning when I’m in just the right mood,  when I know they are all over there having coffee.   They do that every morning. 

Nonchalantly of course.  Like a maha strolling through the manzanita, ha ha ha ha ha.

Dress for success!

11-18-13 Happy Anniversary Krissy Lou

Maha's Anniversary Greeting 

So the other night -- very late, probably around the dread late lion hour of 4:30 am I was abruptly called out of sleep by animal ruckus outside. I have no recollection of whatever the noise was that brought me to sit bolt upright. Usually it's cat ruckus.  But this time the sounds were secondary to the sight of the fleeting legs and body of a large dark animal running past my loft window and around the house.  Deer, I thought.  

Running very fast, like it was on the chase.  Instinctively I opened up the window and bellowed "WHAT'S GOING ON OUT THERE!!" in my most ‘break-it-up-or-else’ voice.  Then silence, no lingering ruckus or feline shrieking.  Okay all good, back to sleep.

Deer.  They are all over my yard and gardens.   They come right up to the house and eat the big rose bush growing outside my loft bed. They've eaten everything this year, even hot pepper plants.  Can't blame them they are hungry.  It's that time of year and still very dry.   I'm used to seeing them around the house and in the garden at night.  There was a buck by the barn that very evening when I came home.

Well I went back to sleep, only to awaken in the morning to -- no cats on the bed...???  No cats coming for their breakfast....?????   WHERE ARE THE CATS  ...!!!

Okay this has happened before.  Several times actually.  I know exactly what happened to the cats.  Now the picture is perfectly clear.  That wasn't a deer romping around the house that I saw at the dread late lion hour, it was none other than the Maha, and obviously on the chase.  That explains why I sat bolt upright in bed from a sound sleep.  It's exactly what happens when I hear him out calling in the night.  The presence is electrifying.  It always awakens me.  Oh DEAR.


So WHERE ARE THE CATS??

Well the first thing I saw when going out for sun prayers that morning was a big piece of wood from the flower bed that had been dislodged.   This is where I saw the beastie running to, from my window.  It’s WAY too big to have been moved by the feet of little cats.  Hmmm.

More exclaiming of "WHERE ARE THE CATS!!!!".

Slowly they emerged.  Nanna Bella was one of the first.  Then Bitsy, but she ran out and I didn’t see her for another whole day.  Around noon Peaches appeared.  They all of them looked towards the front of the house anxiously and didn’t want to eat much.   

I decided to go out and look for more signs.   The trail of his presence isn’t hard to spot when he’s been around.  No footprints to be seen in the driveway, but oh my, the fresh scratches on his favorite manzanita bush out front.  My my my he scratch up a storm.  Whoo-hoo!!  All excited!

But.  Where are the cats.

I spent the day calling for them, going out periodically and walking around the barn, the trailer, the near woods, looking up tall trees, calling their names. “C’mon!!  Are they coming???   Amon RA!!!!!”

And every so often “WHERE ARE THE CATS!!".  

At one point I took a walk out onto the pasture to see if there were any carcasses or bits of black fur lying around.  Several times I’ve come across large partially eaten dead birds out there, most likely the work of the Maha.  Lots of lion poop out there too on the trails.

So about 5:30 pm I got into a nice eucalyptus bath and had a good soak for an hour.  Just as I was finishing up, all dressed and about to leave the room, who do I see emerging out of the closet from behind a suitcase but Amon Ra ----  I mean, he was so spooked he hid in the closet all day and didn’t even come out to see what I was doing in the room for the last hour?  Is that normal feline behavior??  I think not.

No, they were spooked.  All of them.  I finally saw Boobs on the barn roof around sunset.  She wouldn’t come down.  She was on watch.  That afternoon Love Whisker also showed up and that was like -- remembering when he died and came back again, all over again.  What a great story, he’s a great cat. He’s the reincarnation of himself.  I couldn’t bear to lose Love Whisker so soon again.  No, he emerged from somewhere and was just like the others, looking around anxiously towards the front of the house and not eating much. Spooked.  But at least they were slowly returning.

I kept telling the cats that appeared -- go out and look for the others.  Finally the last 2, Mojo and Sissy showed up by evening.  Whew! 

So what was that about, you ask?  Does it HAVE to be about something?  

New chaos from kitchen remodeling

Just so happens, I think it is.  There was a very significant date a few days ago, for me and the Maha.  Nov. 10th, our anniversary of sorts.  I thought about walking back there that day, but then got busy with some herbal work and trying to make order out of the chaos in my kitchen, and forgot about it.

Well obviously HE didn’t forget.   He came through to say Hi I’m HERE, Maha style.  "Happy Anniversary Krissy Lou."

How exciting, how sweet!  Happy Anniversary Maha.  Thanks for not eating my cats!

1-6-2013 The ‘Mayan Apocalypse” is a Stalker Energy

Ra having a Warrior's Giggle at Nasa's expense

Of course ‘Mayan Apocalypse’ is a misnomer, I just use it on purpose to get attention.  You know what I’m talking about -- the end of the Mayan Long Count calendar on 12-21-12 that there was such a pre-flap about.

Did it mean something?  Well, what do YOU think?  It seems everyone must just ask themselves from within if they want to know the answer to that question.  

I -- like a lot of others, I’m sure -- had been processing it pretty heavily, and as the days go by, my understanding continues to expand, shift and change.  Lately I came to this:   The energy of ALL THAT intention,  build-up, prophecy, purpose, vision, work and prayer by so many awakened people is not nothing happening.  It’s manifesting as a stalker energy -- 

and I use "stalker" straight out of the vocabulary of the nagual don Juan Matus, the teacher of Carlos Castaneda.  What I'm experiencing is like an intelligent, hidden or well camouflaged energy waiting in the wings for an opportunity to manifest its purpose.  It’s all there, aware and alert to everything transpiring on the Earth plane, looking for any nook and cranny or even great gaping hole to come intelligently gushing or wafting through.  That’s my sense of it recently.  

I haven’t seen a great deal of evidence yet, but here are some examples of what I mean:  A few days ago I was having trouble with the chain saw, I had taken it apart to clean the main gear and didn’t get the chain tension right.  This was a major set-back as it continued to threaten more rain, and I must cut wood.  My crossing over into the New Time seems to be almost exclusively focused on generating enough dry firewood to keep warm and not injuring myself in the process.

He's finally getting ready to put in the cutest
little woodstove, right where he's standing

Anyway, as I sat there somewhat despairing and deciding to look at my owner’s manual, who should just show up but James my neighborhood contractor.  Not only was he showing up to deliver building materials and a much needed receipt for end of the year accounting purposes, but he helped me with the chainsaw too .   How timely of him.   It couldn’t have been better for me to keep going with firewood, and to get that receipt.   He’s staying at another location at present so I can’t just trot over to his house and interact with him.

Stalker energy.  I am rather expecting now to notice more just showing up.  Things just working out more.  Easier.  In a flow of more unexpected synchronicity as a way of on-going life.  But a different quality of synchronicity somehow than I’ve known it in the past.  As though an underlying life current is now more powerfully magnetized or pro-actively oriented towards synchronicity as its m.o.  I’m still gaining clarity on it.   You also must understand that I haven’t lived in a flow of too much synchronicity and the wind at my back.  I’m more used to an obstacle course.  So to have this much in-the-flow synchronicity is kind of unusual for me.

Here’s a funny one.  My Winter Solstice of 2012 was spent getting firewood and nursing a tweaked hip that happened while hauling oak lengths up the bank the night before.  So instead of having ceremony on the morning of the Winter Solstice 2012 like any sensible priestess -- something I’ve been doing for many years and who would miss the Winter Solstice 2012? 

 I missed the Winter Solstice 2012.  Why?  Because I had a firewood/injury crisis.  I tweaked my hip just enough to need a few days’ rest.  Unfortunately it was continuing to rain and Solstice morning another wild windy storm was blowing in.  I had at most 3 days of drying wood inside, otherwise it’s all lying out there in the forest soaking wet --so if it’s going to be of any use it must come into the house and around the stove, which means someone has to get out there, find it, cut it into haulable pieces and fetch it home in a timely manner for it to dry out and be burnable.  

Oh I LOVE my chainsaw

So I, practical Capricorn, decided to use what energy I could muster with a tweaked hip on Winter Solstice Morning 2012 and decided to forego ceremony outside in favor of cutting more firewood.

Pan's Realm

It was great actually.  I absolutely love being out in the forest, and sometimes as a storm whips in and the wind blows through the trees -- well it’s just a whole bunch of wild Pan energy I really like interacting with -- most of the time.  Thankfully this time it turned out to be a lot of fun, partly because it was the morning of the Winter Solstice 2012.

And by the time I was done with that it was raining and I needed to take a long hot eucalyptus bath and lie down....

Forest Scene:  Manzanita has the
rust colored bark

But what was funny that morning -- I got out there and decided there was no way to be heroic about it, I must go for as many easily scavagable pieces as I could find.  And just that moment, I looked down through the leaves and saw right there at my feet a few pieces of  wood piled up.  These were old pieces of manzanita stumps that someone long ago had cut down.  I hadn’t paid any attention to them on previous occasions, even though I could tell long ago someone must have cut a bunch of it down and left bits lying about.  

Manzanita is a hard-wood chaparral plant growing at my elevation that is super hardy and takes a long time to break down.  It can have a long deep tap root.  So as I looked around I began to notice more, here and there.  Pretty soon I had a big pile of them -- they were a little rotted but still quite hard and burnable.  Not spongy at all, and all cut up the right lengths too.  I must have found at least a wheelbarrow full.

Firewood.  Well it does grow on trees and branches of it drop out of the sky.  And apparently sometimes it also comes up right out of the ground!  So between that and what else I could easily find that didn’t require too much hauling up hills, I managed to create 2 wheelbarrowsful that day.

That wood appeared right at my feet, the moment I got the really intelligent idea not to knock myself out.  Stalker energy....

One never knows who might show up now...

And then later that day -- on the subject of people and things showing up -- who else should show up but 2 of my co-workers at the Community Center.  I had just gotten out of the bath and there they were at my door. 

“Are you okay?  You didn’t come down for email  yesterday or today, and we were worried about you because we can’t call you.” and I’m going “Huh??  Worried about me??   After not even 2 days?  Are you kidding?”   

That was very sweet of them.  They obviously telepathically picked up that something wasn’t right even though I  wasn’t at all in distress or despair.  People don’t usually just drop in and check up on me, though it’s nice to know someone would if I didn’t show up somewhere when I said I was going to.  

I maybe wasn’t going to publish this, but then came across a recent writing by Stuart Wilde that struck me as being onto something quite similar.  He has a wonderful site and insight by the way if you’ve never read anything of his, and he’s downright hilarious as well as quite terrifying in spots.  I can tell who some of his influences have been...   I read his site every day since discovering it.  A most admirable warrior and seer he is.  I get a great kick out of him.

www.stuartwilde.com/

“There is a superior force here now, I’ll be excited to tell you about it, but I have to wait until it shows me what it can do. It’s very secret and very clever in the way it operates, it boggles my mind watching it. They create three or four fake plays for every real one, so working it out can be tricky.

I trust in the power of goodness. Be brave, help is on the way. Stuart Wilde”  

from Hurting America will Go Horribly Wrong


Blessings for a Superior 2013!

PS:  I DID end up having a ceremony to close out duality, 2012, and all the grand cycles ending -- on Dec. 31, 2012.  Purrrrfect, and the cats helped!

  

12-12-12 Blog -- The Multi-Dimensional Earth

Okay so you know how we as humans are multi-dimensional, right?  We have or can develop these ... enhanced capabilities .... knowings .... ways of being, perceiving and seeing....that are definitely not linear or limited to what can be registered by the 5 senses.   We are all evolving works of art along that path.

So it’s not much of a leap to understand that Gaia -- as a living planetary entity -- is also a multi-dimensional entity, is it?   Are we all on track with that?  If you haven’t seen much evidence of it lately..... don’t fret, I sense it won’t be long. 

Forest Trolls, image by Isilhir

Heh heh heh.   I simply can’t contain it any more.  Been wondering how that one was going to enter the conversation.  The Multi-Dimensional Earth.  Yes, that’s where all the griffins and unicorns and trolls (ha!) and Nature Spirits have gone to.  Became invisible to the bulk of humanity because humanity got the veil tied up so tight around their third eyes they couldn’t see or perceive that way any more.  And of course any kind of other-dimensional perceptual ability is actively drilled or drugged out of people from birth on, by the Civilization of Yuckdom.

It turns out, humanity is key for Gaia to be able to regain Her full multi-dimensional nature.   Her requirement has been that enough of us humans must find our place as the bridge between Earth and Sky in order to create a unified, multi-dimensional planetary consciousness grid.  We seem to have done that.  And once it is fully activated... Well we’ll see what we see.  It’s getting there.

I happen to already live in a portal/vortex of rarified energy along the lower Mt Shasta ley line in the Sierras of CA, enhanced by the fact that I’ve been actively working the energies here for nearly 20 years.  However, the land already was a natural portal as it’s bowl shaped, plus extra tellurically enhanced from all the gold and quartz in the ground.  There are also some pretty magnificent trees, including quite the embodied archetype of the Tree of Life.   

Most of the 85 acres of the property is woods, including a very large and magical manzanita grove where  I met the Maha.  I have a seasonal pond, loosely fenced pastures, various garden areas, a dilapidating barn, and lots of woods that connect in with the Jesus Maria creek way down in the canyon in back of my house.  You already know about all the wild animals coming through.  And some pretty bizarre neighbors as well.

Bernard the Opossum

Remember a few blogs back where I was describing how the vibe changes abruptly from the relative ‘civilization’ of my back yard to being very very wild, just on the other side of the fence?   Wild enough to meet a griffin if I dared to venture far enough down into the creek canyon?  Welcome to the Multi-Dimensional Earth.  I’m not sure what would be better, meeting a griffin or encountering all the poison oak that grows down there.

You think I’m joking?  I think they are real.  They certainly are real on the inner plane, they are part of Gaia’s multi-D population.  One of Her creatures, still in memory.  I haven’t met one yet, but I can already tell they would LOVE the Sierras.  The Sierras are simply crawling with mountain lions, and there are eagles as well.  And since these are creatures that I already adore and love, it isn’t a great leap for me to imagine such a composite creature showing up out there in my woods.  I already resonate to them.   The land back there already resonates to them.  This tells me there is an enhanced energetic field just awaiting a potential manifestation.  Waiting until I can withstand it, hopefully.

Right behind my backyard fence

I mean it’s way more likely one would show up here than in Mid-town Manhattan, right?   Of course, because here is where they would live.  Some place still wild wild wild, where people hardly ever go.  Even if it is within walking distance of my back yard.

Facebook Cloud Omen ("F")

What a goof-ball, where are you going with all this Kristine?, I hear you ask.  Well, what if I say to you, get ready for Gaia to switch on her enhanced multi-dimensional grid and maybe you’ll start seeing elves on your backyard swing set and ships buzzing by the roof of your house too!  You think I’m joking when I say there is a pack of Sylphs who just love to hang out above my house?  I’m not.  They are the Elemental Spirits of the Air.  They give me lots of whacky ideas.  Always remember that ‘whacky’ sometimes translates into downright brilliant, depending on how it’s perceived.

Violet Flame Deva?

I’m quite used to the idea of the multi-dimensional, switched-on Earth.  It can only get better.  Those of you who gaze longingly into the night sky (as I do), looking for signs, visitors and shooting stars, you who talk to the sun and the clouds --  these will be the happy people as Gaia continues to reveal Her true nature.   Nature is inherently multi-dimensional!  She’s been waiting for us to switch on our own lights, and when enough of us have done so, Hers switches on big time. 

Don’t believe me still?  I tell you, there are places on the Earth where the consciousness of the people holds open a multi-D field for Gaia to manifest Herself more fully.  For example, Iceland......   Iceland is crawling with Fay.  Fay?   Fairies.  Nature Spirits.  There are Heavy Duty Elementals hanging out in Iceland.   Dang what a cool place.  No I have never been there.  I would LOVE to go.  I can totally see-feel the density of the invisible population of happy Fay just through the pictures.   Oh and that blue lagoon, now that’s a spot of paradise.

Iceland's infamous blue lagoon

And why is this, you ask?  Because it’s a fortuitous combination of incredible land and awake, nature-connected people.  It’s a small isolated spot of group consciousness that as a group hasn’t forgotten its connection to nature.  Yet they’ve totally made it into the modern era.   They have modern internet, and they still take their elves very seriously.    Their most threatening volcano is the home of a destructive witch -- Katla, the fearsome, and rightly so.  Look at the land, it is outrageously beautiful.  Unspoiled, brilliant, what colors.  Those Icelanders have some things figured out.  

Iceland.....

I love it that they expelled all the rotten bankers.  What a great place to live, I’d fit right in amongst all those odd blond folk, though I would pine for the hot sun and lion population of California.

Another example, and this is some place I’ve actually visited briefly, is the Navajo (Dineh) land in northern Arizona.  Again, it’s the combination of great swaths of wild nature, populated by an indigenous culture who hasn’t been severed yet from their ancestral home and multi-dimensional nature.   And dang if the evil Civilization hasn’t just tried like hell to eradicate these folks.

Rez-monsters-Bizarre-creatures-and-spirits-attract-interest-on-Navajo-Nation

Okay I have to put in a mention here about some friends of mine.  How lucky I am to live in Calaveras County, CA, home of Clan Dyken.  They are an awesome family of long-time activist-musicians with a large multi-state following of friends and fans.  They connected many years ago with the Dineh folks out at Big Mountain, Arizona.  

Clan Dyken's Beauty Way page

From last year's Beauty Way Tour

Every year for the past 20 years these boys and their friends have organized a Thanksgiving Day caravan out to the Mountain to provide people there with some extra food, firewood, supplies, clothes for the winter.  They always do a big fundraising “Beauty Way" tour before making the long treacherous journey from Northern California to the Navajo Rez above Flagstaff, AZ.  Their support has helped these folks to survive not only the harsh winters out there, but the onslaught of Peabody Coal and forces of the Evil Empire trying to drive them off the land.   It’s a classic David and Goliath situation, but guess what, my sense is David is winning.

Check out the original soulful, and infinitely danceable music and antics of the awesome Clan Dyken, I am blessed to be their friend and sometimes stage artist.  Calaveras County totally rocks because of them.

Burning Man Funk by Clan Dyken

Okay well have I given you something to mull over and ponder about?  More to come on this topic.  I hope I have you lying awake at night wondering if and when I will tell you just HOW to create or enhance your own version of the experience.  Heh heh heh.  We’ll get to that.  All in good time, my pretty.

Hang on to your pointed hats, the Opening of the Ages cometh.

PS:  He TOOK IT!!!

Yes, yes I know it's almost
Christmas.  I always thought
it would be cool if there were
2 Hallweens, then I could wear
all my hats!!

                             12-12-12 Blessings!!!  

11-22-12 Happy Thanksgiving!!

Is this one intense Mercury Retrograde or what?  How are you all surviving it?

I’m needing to have some Warrior’s Laughs over here to maintain perspective.  I had to write this blog so you could have a Warrior’s Laugh with me.  It’s all one can do or go mad sometimes.

Cauac.....   Have you noticed that there seem to be phases of heightened and accelerated disintegration energy?  Lately? On both personal and planetary levels?  More, again....?  No I am not complaining as I’ve asked to harmonize with these influences.  I actively call it in every morning so that I may learn to work with it.   

But Great Gobs!  In the last weeks the dissolution and break-down forces seem to have gone into overdrive, all over the planet.    I just wonder how anyone can be immune to it.  Sometimes when I’m really quiet and sitting still I perceive and feel this kind of interdimensional vibrating or shaking going on.  If that penetrates into the physical, the ground will surely move.  It surely IS moving!  Great Goblins, ‘Mt. Doom’ exploded recently!

Mordor erupts! New Zealand's Mount Tongariro volcano that stars as 'Mordor' in Lord of the Rings erupts on video

Anyone else have a hard time with electrical and mechanical stuff?   I’ve left a swath of blown-out gadgets, computers, cameras, blenders (lots of blenders) as well as other larger somewhat or completely dysfunctional machines at least a mile wide behind me.  And that’s only from the last decade.  

Swath of e-waste

Admittedly, I’m hard on this 3d stuff. It just seems to be how it is, to integrate Cauac frequencies. That’s why my preferred tools are sticks and rocks. Easily replenishable and priceless. Unfortunately they don’t work with modern technology and the internet.

Ah the internet....  the internet.... I mew.    Wondering why I no longer see or post much on FB or am sometimes daft at responding to emails?  It’s because I do not have the internet at home since Feb.  Don’t ask.  It was a phone scam.

And I can't even get the pics off the darn thing!!

All this stuff one needs to interface successfully with modern life that is so out of my control to fix or modify.  Just now I’m cross because my camera died.  It was the 2nd one in 2 years.   I got them both brand new.   Neither of these devices were of the highest quality but certainly not the lowest.  I like things to last for at least a few years.  And I didn’t even drop this one!   It died dead in a kimchi workshop.  Well rats.

Then there is my automobile.....  I seriously need to have some more warrior’s laughs about this poor schizophrenic machine.  It’s been dysfunctional for months.  It has ridiculous problems.  The gauges are goofy.  The gas gauge is stuck on F so I have no idea how much gas is really in there.   I’ve been surprised both pleasantly and otherwise, several times.  

Oh but even my friends' cats love it.  Donna Vial's cat.

It seems to have developed this split personality, or dimensional-switching twitch.   When started after sitting overnight, the heat gauge indicator will violently lurch straight up, at which time the engine makes kind of an odd sound but it runs in a way that I consider “normal”.  Then after a few minutes it will abruptly change as the needle lurches back down to “Cold",  and the engine will rev up.   When I engage the clutch in this mode, it seems to self-accelerate without me stepping on the gas at all.   The gauge and engine mode will fluctuate drunkenly like this for about 15 minutes, causing the car to spastically alternate between speeding up slightly and then slowing down --  all without my doing anything whatsoever.   What, it’s morphing into some kind of self-driving vehicle?   I haven’t quite figured it out.

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And then there is the start-up problem:  I can’t turn the thing off and immediately restart it -- most of the time.  It’s better now that it’s cooler outside.  I can sometimes do it but never quite know, coming out of the grocery store, will it start right away?  Thankfully one of the local gas stations lets me pump gas with it running.   I think there were a lot of giggles to be had this summer, watching that chick with the silly car push it out of the way at the pump because it wouldn’t start after much trying and fretting.   3 guys would usually come trotting over to give me hand with it as soon as they saw me get out of the car.   I’m sure it was a spot of high amusement in their day.

But other than that it runs just fine.

I even dared to venture out to Sonora with it one night recently to play drums at a Dyken gig and made it back in one piece.

This is from the same gig last year, 
I don't even have a pic from 
the show on 11-8

All this 3d Old Earth stuff that doesn’t really work that well anyway.  Let’s just get rid of it.  All of it.  And internet access should be universally free for everyone.  Universal WiFi.   Put the signal out there for anyone to pick up, how difficult could that possibly be?  Not, probably.

However there are rays of hope sprouting on the horizon.  People are coming up with some outrageously wonderful ideas, like generators that run on urine!!!  Isn’t that just the coolest idea you ever heard of?   Just convert all these fossil fuel dinosaurs over to a totally abundant, easily renewable, bio-degradable and universally available fuel source!  Yippee Hippie Skippie!!  I will be insufferably self-sufficient out here with a cat-pee powered chainsaw!  Oh the possibilities of that are endless!

 

Firewood:  It grows on trees and
drops out of the sky  

Urine-Powered Generator Created By African Teen Girls

I am SO anticpating the Fall of Babylon.  We need to move on to some higher, more interesting and harmonic technology.  Or I will have to tame those reindeer out yonder and get them to pull a cart because there is no way I’ll ride a bike out there on these hills, not with cars, Trolls and Pit Bulls.

Ha ha ha, big gratitude for small victory on the Borg front:  The other day I drove out, and to my utter delight and astonishment I encountered 3 Calaveras County road work trucks each with work crews filling the numerous pot holes, 1 CA Fire Department vehicle (hopefully containing the Fire Chief) taking note of all the brush and signs and obfuscation blocking the easement, 2 cop cars stationed at the end of my 1/2 mile roadway, and a furious Daryn screeching up and down the road on his motorbike, no doubt frothing at the mouth and beside himself for the unfair Constitutional breach being committed by the County for maintaining its easement responsibilities.   My weird and destructive neighbors who think they own the road...  Getting a little karmic come-uppance for their foolery.

Woof!!  Champ & Twinkles. They actually like me.

That continues to make my day every time I now drive down the easement without my teeth rattling to bits from all the pot holes and sink holes that used to be there every few feet.  No wonder my car’s a basket case.  Warrior’s giggle, it’s a victory for all the Violet Flame invoked while driving through that bardo.

Okay, just checking in to let folks know all is well with me and my abode in spite of the absurd energies of continued break-down.  Too bad about the camera croaking, as  Bernie the Opossum -- that little ham  -- has been extra fun to work with on video.  Check out the ones I posted on FB if you haven’t seen his antics, he’s uncommonly cute.

Bernie! The Happy Hippie House Opossum

More Antics of Bernie the Happy Hippie House Opossum

Bernie the Opossum: Fear no Bromeliads
Bernie the Opossum: Midnight Pineapple

The ride can be wild, remember you came here for this part.

Love & Blessings of the 11-22!  Happy Thanksgiving too!