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"The killer is here among us." miniature rose bush deva 1978
I was reading Findhorn books about a community in a trailer or caravan park in Scotland where they contacted the devas of plants including tropical plants like banana trees that should not grow on a cold rocky, sandy shore and they did flourish. So one day in the summer of 1978 I lined up all the plants from the sunny south window on the dining room table in their corner under the window and attempted to contact the devas of the coleus, sensitive plant (grown from seed) and miniature rose bush from the grocery store. I waited and relaxed and suddenly behind my left shoulder a middle aged white man's voice boomed out, "the killer is here among us." It sounded like it was right behind me inside the room and I turned around and there was no one there and I also looked out the louvered windows through the banana trees in front of the house just to be sure no one had gotten inside the fence out there on the lawn. I speclated that perhaps they meant me because their lives did lie pretty much in my hands, but on inspection discovered that their soil was fatally infected with swarms of beetles.
The treesitters' movement also started, at least in the public imagination, with a young woman, Julia Butterfly Hill, climbing a tree in November, right before Christmas, and ending up staying for two years. This movement also fits the pattern of the heroic paintings of the bare-breasted young woman leading the army/revolution. Jane Fonda is another example, as the dream below reminds us, in the Vietnam War protests, in fact the end of war as we knew it, all subsequent wars having minimal casualties and many bombing runs being made at night when the buildings are empty. It has crosed my mind that the trees that are thousands of years old might welcome an end to their present form of existence. They might be long lived citizens of the ancient lands of Lemuria or another world entirely or reincarnated humans that have sacrificed themselves to breathe out moisture into the air in rain and to provide continuity of life other than rocks. They might also be the literal "Wandering Jews" which can't die, like the straggling blue flowered weed of the same name seem to hint at, being of the same species. An articulate and amusing example of talking to your plants is in a Michael Crichton's (Jurassic Park author) autobiography where he describes a seminar in the Southwest where they were assigned to talk to a plant and he picked a scarred cactus near the sidewalk.
3/27/01 Dream of spring, maybe. It starts out, I repeatedly surface through algae and waterlilies, then I surface through a hillside, then the hide of a tan color/lion animal. The manager's daughter has the hide of the animal on her arm like a hand puppet. I grow by pushing through the atoms like an earthworm through soil. I see the insides of a amall machine like a chainsaw, sawdust on a snarl of cords. Earthmovers, sunny hill with planes lined up below, growing tree sap. Spring is here, movement, "welcome back - either the trees or the treesitters are greeting the loggers at the beginning of logging season." Sodden drone of classes still going on indoors. I'm sitting at a picnic table outside in a wet cold place with a lot of others, no blouses. I'm freezing in the wind and look around, there is a pumpkin color sweater on the ground I saw at the sidewalk sale but it might belong to someone. Jane Fonda gives me a black dress from the sale. I have to buy a map in a strange town. My code is azgarde. I tried to go to Loch Ness, too cold, got confused. High Priestess means unconscious, hidden influences, car repairs, and I wake up in the dream and can't read the rest as soon as I realize I'm dreaming about Tarot. Goes up, down, still save end up with less money somehow
> It's nice to hear from you, Gus. Most people forget about their coworkers
> as soon as they retire, or they are afraid to call because the supervisors
> will think they are disgruntled and will kill them or something. Are you
> still getting out of bed at 5 AM? Some people get up at the same time
> every day and some (like me) have to force themselves to get up no later
> than 9:30 AM -- I refuse to not be out of bed before double digits....
> Then if I sleep too long, I get a funny pain in my back like my spine was
> bent the wrong way. I had a 6th grade teacher, Zelda Allcott who bought a
> hamster for the class, and a kid got to take it home for each weekend. My
> mother didn't want responsibility for it and she thought animals had
> germs. I had forgotten that until she told me to stay away from my apt
> manager's rabbits because I'll get sick. Anyway, Mrs. Allcott would take
> that hamster out of the cage and hold it with one hand on its head and one
> at its feet and bend it upwards --the wrong way, and tell us that you can
> do that because hamsters don't have spines. They might be very limber
> (some people can do back flips) but all mammals have spines, I knew that
> in sixth grade. So now when I wake up late and my back hurts, I feel like
> that hamster being bent the wrong way.
>
> 4/12/01 I dream I am playing a game with some kids where you throw shoes
> (outside the door of the laundry room of the apt building). Aisha is
> there (six year old) and she has her Mom's new shoes but neither one of us
> can throw them more than a few inches. I step back even farther. She
> smells the shoe and says it smells bad, like shit, but that's okay. I've
> dreamed about throwing shoes before. One time a lot of trees grew around
> me and were crushing me to death after I was throwing shoes at someone. I
> was in the middle of the trees and couldn't get out and they grew huge and
> crushed me. [Trees grow together -- two redwoods that are close together
> end up as one tree. You wonder how that could happen. Ronnie Gold told
> me a dream she had where she came to a big pile of shoes and started
> looking at them and they were all the shoes she'd owned in her life. My
> feet sweat like Dad's - my socks are wet and feet cold. He told me he had
> to wear Wellington boots to work because the people there complained.
> Gram A told me a story about how during the depression she and her sisters
> only had one pair of nice heels and she, Audrey and Hyce would fight over
> them and the oldest would say she should get them because she had to wear
> them to work. Then one day their brother, Bud, pooped in the shoes and
> ruined them. Aisha's mom was told by an old woman in Sri Lanka that her
> dead boy cousin would be her future child.]
4/22/01 Voice, turn it down, turn it down even more. Email a PhD why Stalin lasted so long. Voice says, there's no way to research what happened, too long ago. Using a Captain's computer, I think he's CIA and I have to continue the work in his absense. [Stalin was a redhead, bushy moustache, a Red, blood ran red, millions of farmers massacred.] Walking into wilderness to poop. A farmer has cleared a rectangular area of the forest ahead, looks like the clearing the Pope walks around on Easter. I climb a shaky canopy, an awning or hammock. A cooking class that starts with what pattern silverware and dishes you have. Some in my cupboard of women riding to the hounds. [Irish/Celt woman general -- Bridgit maybe. Her soldiers spent too long at the campfire and were outflanked by the Romans or Germans. Celts led Roman battalions into the dense forests, against the Germans, and then dematerialized into the shrubbery and wiped them out in the worst Roman defeat ever.]
Remote viewing the ancient trees. "Order. Vegetable Kingdom. (Celts and Muslims in Ireland when mainland Europe was in the Dark Ages. Tree Worshippers, Druids) picture of acorns under an oak tree with the ends cut off -- look like spent cartridges.
[Oak trees in San Diego have been dropping branches on unsuspecting park goers.] (Enemies of the trees) the farmer, the pope.
[Oak tree growing roots towards the outhouse] voice, maybe it's her children. Last Sunday, worship the Sun. A crust of sewage, a glass of water. Predators against a tide of rodents.
Ingo Swann, inventor of the remote viewing procedure, in his book "Penetration" tells about a job he did for a Govt agency client for which he had to be transported blindfolded to a forest. When night fell, a UFO landed and he was supposed to remote view its interior, purpose, information of some type. The UFO began blasting the forest with lasar type weapons on, he supposed, detecting the movement of nocturnal rabbits and deer. He, his employer and two Marine guards had to hide in a stream bed for survival until morning. Ingo Swann has a free book online at his homepage at http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/Superpowers.html
Star Wars crossed protestors perform stations of the cross. Easy Reader, Hermosa Beach, CA 4/19/01. (Photo) by Kevin Cody. Members of the Los Angeles Catholic Worker Community kneel for the stations of the cross before the gates of the Aerospace Corporation in El Segundo on Good Friday. The first Station of the Cross was held in front of the Boeing/Raytheon Gate at El Segundo and Continental Blvds. Walkers continued east on El Segundo Blvd, stopping for the 13 other stations in front of other local missile defense contractors. Aerospace was the 12th Station where Jesus died. "The very earth beneath our feet has been poisoned by 60 years of military industrial waste. In El Segundo, approximately 36 tons of toxic waste were emitted by aerospace companies between 1987 and 1997. The Boeing/Raytheon and Northrop Grumman plants are both listed as possible Superfund sites," the reader declared. The people responded, "A jar full of sour wine stood there. So, putting a sponge soaked in wine on a stick, they held it up to his mouth. After Jesus had taken the wine he said, 'It is finished.' Bowing his head, he gave up the spirit."
The Changing Face of the Church, Newsweek, 4/16/01. article by Kenneth L. Woodward. Christianity is spreading faster than at any time in the past 2,000 years. On Feb 21, the pope expanded the College of Cardinals to a record 184, of the 135 eligible to elect the next pope, 41 percent are from non-Western nations. As Christianity becomes a truly global religion, theologians from India and other parts of Asia are developing new and often controvertial interpretations of the faith based on their contacts with Hindu and Buddhist traditions. Evangelists from Latin America and Africa hold crusades in cities such as London and Berlin. The effects on Catholicism are especially pronounced. One in six priests serving in American Catholic parishes is now imported from abroad, and among native-born Catholic seminarians a disproportionate number are of Asian background. In Rome, seminarians from former mission countries are now as numerous as those from Europe and North America. The US used to be the Jesuits' primary source of new recruits. Today India is the largest supplier....The fastest growing denominations are independents, who have no ties whatsoever to historic christianity. New directions Catholicism could take in Papal proclamations -- Chinese have no tradition of personal or original sin and in India Jesus's removing of kharma might remove the necessity for rebirth.
Anarchy in the U.S., A century of fighting the man. By David Greenberg
During the 1960s, Paul Goodman, author of the influential Growing Up Absurd, and Murray Bookchin, a former labor activist, were leaders in seeking to combine anarchism with environmentalism, education reform, and other New Left causes.
The Rise of the Smart Sperm Shopper. How the Repository for Germinal Choice accidentally revolutionized sperm banking.
By David Plotz
"...forty percent of our customers are single women and lesbians and we give them what they want... if they wanted high school dropouts, that's what we'd give them."
To appreciate how Graham improved the sperm donation business, you need to understand how horrible it used to be. The
first reported case of donor insemination occurred in 1884, though it was considered so shocking that it wasn't reported
publicly until 1909. Dr. William Pancoast, a professor at Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia, found that a woman in his care
couldn't get pregnant because of her husband's infertility. At the urging of some of his medical students and with the permission of
the husbandbut not the wifePancoast anesthetized her and impregnated her with semen taken from the "best-looking" student
in the class. She never was told what was done to her or that her husband was not her child's father. This kind of subterfuge,
made-up-on-the-spot, loosey-goosey standards and reliance on overwilling medical students would become the dismal defining
qualities of donor insemination (DI) practice.
4/27/01
> Could you check in on forests of the future via-remote viewing? Perhaps
> you could find a symbol of hope and motivation to inspire the people on
> earth today to plant a forest for all creature of tomorrow?
>
> Love, Dirt
4/27/01 Dirt, I will try -- pray before I go to sleep. someone helps me in the
dreams -- different people. Some are on UFO. Some are people I know, some
voices I never see. When I have gone to the future before I've had to swim
across a river (River Styx you cross when you die) or been on a bus -- there
is a short story my school/ maybe all HS textbooks have about a bus in an
alley -- that means death. Sometimes I'm driving the bus, though!!! It
went into a hole in the ground, the "naval of the world" that the American
Indians say the 4th world came up out of. This is a real place and is
located in Mexico somewhere -- a guy that wrote a book about the Hopis had
another book about going there on a train and going down into the hole.
People live down in there -- like Grand Canyon. I think his name is Dee
Brown. He also wrote Custer Died for Your Sins, I think.
There is a very good account of Custer, by the way, in the internet --
author interviewed some of the Crow and other scouts that were dismissed
before the battle -- they were hired only to track the Sioux to their camp.
The officers were riding along the top of the ridge and could see the Sioux
camp, the enlisted could not see. I wonder.... There must have been
rumors.
Many remote viewers that used to work for the Federal Govt -- if you've
heard about them, Maj Morehouse went public in 1995 and was court martialed.
The most public now -- Maj Ed Dames -- is on radio about twice a year on Art
Bell -- late night radio, which you can get on your computer and also listen
to past tapes. They have taught a lot of classes -- it only takes 3 minutes a day
and many people are doing it -- very similar to meditation but a little picture will
come before your eyes then the "curtain" will close. He said that everyone in his classes sees
themselves underground in the future, but the future changes by things we do --
there is worst case, best case. Also, everyone ends up underground when they die.
I've been told I can't look -- curtains closed in a hearse I was riding
in -- it was forbidden. I've been stabbed in the stomach for looking in
files in the future. I am a little afraid, but I go on -- I saw the bull
again last night, but someone helps me and a voice tells me not to be
afraid.
I will let you know, or PNW -- it depends on what I see or hear.
There is a show on about Pelican Bay right now on MSN. We may be moving to
Crescent City or Eureka after I reture. that will be about 6years. We are
both old and sick, though, so I don't know what help we can be to your young
people. We are only 50 and 51, but are physically older than that, I think.
Continued.
I have asthma and am allergic to trees. I worked all my life
so that we could retire to the forest, and now I'm allergic to trees!!!
I found out at the dentist when they put up the Christmas tree in the lobby
and my nose started running. My allergies have gotten worse the older I
get, so I was not allergic to trees when I grew up in a river valley in Iowa
surrounded by ancient oaks, elms, locust (have thorns), cedar trees,
walnuts, maples. The glaciers had gone through there, so there were very
deep valleys and big granite boulders. Steve was born in Northern Minnesota
in the evergreen forests there. His dad was in WWII and had to get out of
Chicago because the backfires sounded like gunshots and made him nervous.
I have always been allergic to the ink they print newspapers with. Maybe
more people will get allergic. The asthma rate has gone up 80% and the
autism rate is also up very much I read yesterday. Also the mad cow
epidemic and foot and mouth, which takes pressure off the rainforest in the
Amazon if they get it there -- people are superstitious enough to "back off"
everywhere when things like this happen, whether they are engineered by the
CIA or are really an "Act of God or the UFOs."
Maj Ed Dames or Sean David Morton remote viewed the cows dying in 1994, but
they didn't know what the picture of babies with no milk meant until it
happened. Maj Ed Dames has been remote viewing Satan for the past two years. He said
Satan could see him and he had to leave. They seem to think people are
turning into crystal based instead of carbon based. So we might end up like
Mars -- with bare dirt.
Gordon Michael Scallion has been telling people that if they don't change, the earth changes have begun 1992- 2012 and last week on Art Bell he said (I still have to listen to the last hour of his 5 hour show, but you can skip the commercials on the tape in "previous guests" at the Art Bell site) his students do not see anything between 2012 and 2025. I dreamed about those dates -- I was going into a thing that looked like a morgue drawer which I thought was an elevator, but a voice told me not to go up the escalator either. So I didn't go up there. I was studying maps of Indonesia in the dream -- they have had a terrible drought there and the forests burned and the smoke made the countries downwind very sick -- so thick you couldn't see -- I saw pictures on the internet.
That's what they say, without the big tracts of trees, it might not rain anymore. The rain forests of Indonesia and Brazil especially. I dream about President Wahid of Indonesia. He is a nearly blind (Sheila means "blind" in Irish language) and is very witty. He is Muslim. He visited the American copper/gold mine on New Years Day 2001 and I was there in a dream. He is facing impeachment as we speak. As is arrested President Joseph Estrada (an actor like Reagan was) in Philippine Islands -- and at this moment thousands of people are standing around him protecting him -- he is under arrest for a capital crime and will be executed.
To get back to this country. Gordon has seen (he has no choice, he is in pain to get him to do this remote viewing) very few people after the earth rebels -- with earthquakes, volcanoes, water rising. They will have a lot of forests then.
Before I got involved in this nonfiction reading, I spent quite a few years reading Sci Fi and I'd read 1-10 books a day. At work I'd read (speed read after awhile) on my breaks and I read thousands. Those writers sometimes are telling the real future too. One view of the future was high rises of people with forests and farms all around them. One thing you need for that though, is better crime detection, conquering disease and other changes to society so that people don't fear the forest anymore.
The forest in the past was the place of wolves for one thing -- pulling you off your horse in Russia. And armies hiding there -- Vietnam, many guerilla armies. There is a lot of karma in the human unconscious memory that they don't even know about anymore. I read a book of Irish history -- ancient books that were reprinted from when the Arabs and Irish were the centers of universities (Ireland has almost no trees, just bright green grass, and no snakes) and the Irish or Celts were helping the Romans against the German tribes' armies -- by leading them through the trackless forests of Germany -- the Black Forest.
4/28/01 email -- groups.yahoo PNW-Forest-Defender
I AM HALF BLIND PER MY NAME, SHEILA, AND CAN ONLY SEE
CLEARLY AT THE DISTANCE YOU HOLD A BOOK, I GUESS THEY'RE
RIGHT THAT READING WILL RUIN YOUR EYES, I'VE READ MAYBE 10,000+
BOOKS SINCE I LEARNED TO READ -- I CAN'T SEE THE COMPUTER UNLESS MY
NOSE IS ALMOST TOUCHING IT. AS A RESULT OF THAT AND ALL THE WORK I'VE
BEEN DOING AND STRESS OF BEING A PARNOID, SOCIAL PHOBIC, I AM VERY
DIZZY ALL THE TIME. I CAN'T WALK THE DRUNK TEST LINE
AND I DON'T EVEN DRINK!!! EVEN WHEN I DO DRINK, I CAN ONLY DRINK ABOUT
1/4 INCH OF BRANDY AND I'M SLURRING MY WORDS. I MADE ALL THOSE
PICTURES/COLLAGES BETWEEN DEC AND FEB -- I'VE DEVELOPED AN ALLERGY TO
PAPER, OR THE CHEMICALS THEY USE TO DISSOLVE THE WOOD. SO I HAD TO STOP MAKING
PICTURES FOR AWHILE.
As for Art Bell, I listen every night and I know what you are talking
about. I was on Art Bell for 15 minutes in May 1999... The spirit that
spoke through me is the same message that never makes it on the Art
Bell show, which is: every individual has the all-seeing, all knowing,
all-powerful consciousness of the creator inside. We, as an ego
fighting to survive in this society, are so terrified by this truth that we
repress it into our subconscious.
WE HEARD YOU ON ART BELL. ART SHOULD HAVE YOU ON AGAIN,
BUT YOU ARE RIGHT, YOU WILL HAVE TO REPEAT EVERYTHING YOU
SAID BEFORE. EVEN THOUGH ART IS A VERY SYMPATHETIC PERSONALITY
IT IS STRESSFUL DEALING WITH THE QUESTION OF THE IGNORANCE OF THE
LISTENERS, HOW MUCH DO THEY ALREADY KNOW AND HOW
MUCH DO YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM... FOR INSTANCE, DID YOU NOTICE
RIGHT BEFORE ART "RETIRED" LAST YEAR THAT TWO MEN DIED OF
HEART ATTACKS RIGHT AFTER BEING ON HIS SHOW FOR FIVE HOURS STRAIGHT.
ONE WAS WOLF___ (I WENT TO HIS WEBSITE, HE HAD 15 BOOKS STARTED),
THEN RICHARD HOAGLAND HAD A HEART ATTACK
AND ALMOST DIDN'T MAKE IT IN FLORIDA TRYING TO SAVE THE STONEHENGE
THERE. THEY WERE BOTH 53, THE SAME AGE AS ART BELL.
Through the fear and illumination that Art and Whitley generate---> we
are re-learning our awareness, which we have sold out. What I mean is that
in the words of Jim Morrison, "We have been reduced from a mad body
dancing on a hillside to a pair of eyes staring in the dark." The point I made
on Art Bell is that we give away our own creative power under the guise of
"entertainment."
JIM MORRISON WAS PROBABLY DREAMING HIS FUTURE, HE
DIED OF A DRUG OVERDOSE AND MAY HAVE TO LIVE OUT OF
BODY UNTIL HE WOULD HAVE DIED. MAYBE PEOPLE ARE
REBORN IN 45 SECONDS AFTER THEY DIE, THOUGH.
I'VE BEEN OUT OF BODY FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES BUT
DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT. TWO OF THE
BOYS IN MY SCHOOL THAT DIED IN VIETNAM, THE REDHEAD
(LIKE ME) ESPECIALLY, IS ALWAYS TRYING TO GET BACK TO
HIS HOMETOWN, BOONEVILLE, IOWA. I HAVE TO GO WITH HIM A LOT
AND IT INVOLVES A LOT OF WALKING, BELIEVE ME, MILES AND MILES.
20 MILES IS NOTHING. BOONEVILLE IS 20 MILES FROM DES MOINES.
NO ONE KNOWS IF GHOSTS ARE THE PERSONALITY INTACT
JUST LIKE WHEN YOU WERE ALIVE OR JUST A RECORDING
LIKE A CD OR VIDEO THAT RESONATES WITH ANOTHER PERSON
AND APPEARS TO THEM. IT RESONATES BECAUSE YOU ARE
IN THE SAME SITUATION OR LIKE THEM. I LIVE A LONG WAYS
FROM BOONEVILLE NOW IN CALIF (DAD'S AND MOM'S FARMS
ARE NEAR THERE, SO MAYBE THAT'S WHY I WALK WITH HIM
-- CAN'T SEE HIM THOUGH, MOST OF THE TIME.)
When Scallion and Dames feed us ignorant-human versions of the future
we feel fear and buy into it. We lose our own intention and initiative.
The reason their is no future after 2012 is because our consciousness of
today will no longer be relavent. We will understand the truth of our
repressed powers and we will begin anew to create a world of love as expressed by
biodiversity. Scallion and Dames can't percieve what this world will be
like because they, as well as the listening audience, won't let go of
all the wrong-way ego-beliefs that hold us back.
I HAVE ANALYZED SCALLION, DAMES, AND (SEAN DAVID) MORTON,
WHICH THEY MIGHT FIND INSULTING. ONE EXAMPLE, THEY SEE A
PRETTY CONSISTENT FUTURE (MAYANS CALENDAR ENDS IN 2012
ALSO, BUT THE PERSON CARVING IT HAD TO STOP SOME TIME,
RIGHT? -- OR MAYBE IT JUST REPEATS AFTHER THAT POINT.)
EXAMPLE -- ONE OR MORE OF THEM SEES THE FUTURE USA WITH
JUST 13 COLONIES AGAIN. WHAT IF THEY ARE JUST SEEING THAT
QUARTER FOR EACH STATE ISSUE RUNNING OUT OF STEAM AFTER
13 STATES ARE DONE? ANOTHER, MANY PEOPLE SEE THE WEST
COAST OF THE USA AT NEVADA OR EVEN NEBRASKA. EDGAR
CAYCE SAID ONE OF FEW PLACES THAT WOULD BE LEFT IS INDIANA.
THE USA COULD LOSE THE WEST TO MEXICO OR SOME OTHER
COUNTRY, JUST LIKE BUSH IS NOW HELPING TAIWAN AGAINST RED
CHINA. IN RED CHINA'S POINT OF VIEW, IT IS A CIVIL WAR
JUST LIKE THE CIVIL WAR HERE. ALSO, ONE PSYCHIC DREAMED
ABOUT AN EARTHQUAKE DESTROYING LA AND MOVED TO SEATTLE,
THEN DIED ON THE DATE OF THE "EARTHQUAKE" --
INTERESTINGLY, SEATTLE DID HAVE ONE LAST YEAR, BUT THIS HAPPENED
ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO. CAYCE COULD HAVE BEEN DREAMING/
SEEING WHERE HE WOULD BE LIVING IN THE FUTURE -- INDIANA.
I GOT TO SEE THE AKASHIC RECORDS ONLY ONCE SO FAR WITH
CAYCE. HE SHOWED ME THE HISTORY OF THE POST OFFICE PROBLEMS
WITH "POSTAL" EMPLOYEES. IT IS CAUSED BY SUPERVISORS MAKING
THE EMPLOYEES BUILD HOUSES FOR THEM. DID YOU KNOW
THAT THE MAN WHO INVENTED CONCRETE -- DID IT SO THAT PEOPLE
COULD HAVE CHEAP HOUSES FROM DAY ONE AND NOT SPEND 30
YEARS OF THEIR LIVES WORKING JUST TO GET A
HOUSE? IT WOULD ALSO CHANGE SOCIETY A LOT IF EACH PERSON HAD
A HOUSE -- LIKE JIMMY CARTER WANTED IN HIS TERM, GUARANTEED
INCOME FOR EVERYONE, SO THEY WOULDN'T HAVE TO LIVE WITH
SOMEONE JUST TO HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE. BUT MAYBE PEOPLE LIVE
TOGETHER SO THEY WON'T GET ROBBED OR EVEN BECAUSE THEY
MIGHT BE LONELY. I'M NOT SURE. MARRIED MEN LIVE LONGER
AND SINGLE WOMEN DO...
For example, the issue with Milk, meat and starvation. The truth is
that the intention of every life is what keeps it alive. There will be no
mass-die off of humans as they have predicted. There will be no
starvation because we have no milk or meat. Of course if you love milk and meat
you would rather die then live in a world without it. But this is
unrealistic. The truth of the message is that doctors are now saying that cow milk
is bad for kids, that meat is not healthy. It's the intentions of vegans
and vegatarians that have manifested these terrifying scenarios in the
news. It is only a gentle nudge to get people to stop eating meat and milk.
It does not mean we will starve, rather, it means all the food and water
that goes into meat and dairy production will be freed up for human
consumption. It means we will have more raw foods and whole grains not
less.
DO YOU KNOW WHO BILL WALTON IS? BIG REDHEADED CENTER,
NOW AN ANNOUNCER FOR THE CLIPPERS (BASKETBALL). HE
WAS A VEGETARIAN WHEN HE WAS PLAYING FOR SAN DIEGO
AND FOR FIVE YEARS HE WAS GETTING SPONTANEOUS BONE
FRACTURES IN HIS FEET. HE WAS VALUABLE ENOUGH, BEING A
CENTER, THAT THEY PAID HIM JUST TO SIT ON THE BENCH FOR
FIVE YEARS. THE DOCTORS AND TEAM DOCTORS COULDN'T FIGURE
OUT WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM AND SOMEHOW ONE DAY HE
ATE SOME BEEF AND RECOVERED.
As for your allergies to trees I would suggest it is this same
mechanism at work. I think ya'll live in Southern California, right? Well the
trees want to set you free of that chemical soup, but old toxic habits die
hard. It must be terrifying to pull up stakes and leave friends and
Family to move to a gloomy place like Crescent City, Of course your body is
going to resist. Perhaps nearby Arcata, California would be more suitable?
It's a college town, it's a small town and it has culture, unlike Crescent
City.
ARCATA WAS WHERE THAT CRAZY TRUCKDRIVER WAS LIVING
IN A TRAILER COURT CUTTING OFF WOMEN'S BREASTS AND PUT
ONE ON THE COUNTER OF THE DINER AND GOT CAUGHT. ALSO,
15 MILES NORTH OF THERE, MCKINLEYVILLE (DAN DIXON FROM WORK,
MOTHER LIVED THERE) HAD A SHOPPING CENTER BLOWN UP BY
A GAS LINE RUPTURE IN AN EARTHQUAKE. THE CLEAN OCEAN AIR
IS WHAT KEEPS ME BREATHING -- THE PACIFIC CLEANS
ALL THE POLLEN OUT OF THE AIR BY THE TIME THE WIND GETS HERE.
IOWA WAS TERRIBLE -- THE RAGWEEDS IN THE FALL. I COULD
TAKE STERIODS, BUT THEY CAUSE BONE FRACTURES AND I MIGHT
END UP WITH A BROKEN HIP. SO I TRY TO GET BY BY AVOIDANCE OF
ALLERGINS. I AM ALLERGIC TO THE CHEMICALS IN NEW CLOTHES NOW TOO.
YOU'VE PROBABLY HEARD OF THE PEOPLE ALLERGIC TO MODERN SOCIETY.
NEW CARPETS ARE ONE OF THE WORST THINGS. FORMALDEHYDE I THINK,
OUTGASSES. ALSO GLUE IN NEW FURNITURE.
WHEN WE VISITED CRESCENT CITY IN 1984 --DURING THE OLYMPICS
THEY TOLD EVERYONE TO GET OUT OF LA AND TAKE A VACATION
SO THE TOURISTS COULD USE THE FREEWAYS, SO I TOOK A VACATION
AND WE WENT THERE ON THE BUS -- YOU COULD WALK TO THE
BIG TREES OUTSIDE TOWN, WE DIDN'T RENT A CAR. THE POLLEN WAS
LIKE A YELLOW DRIFT OF SNOW ON THE REDWOODS. THAT WAS JULY,
MAYBE THE RAIN WASHES IT OFF LATER AND I CAN GO IN THE TREES THEN.
BUT AREN'T THERE MOUNTAIN LIONS. THE NEWSPAPER IN CRESCENT CITY
SAID THAT A BOY WAS KNOCKED OFF HIS BIKE BY A BEAR
RUNNING ACROSS THE ROAD GOING OUT TO THE LAKE OUTSIDE TOWN.
THERE WAS ALSO A MOUNTAIN LION KNOCKING OVER GARBAGE CANS.
BUT THE WOMAN FROM BELGUIM THAT RAN THE MOTEL WE STAYED I
N SAID IT WAS DANGEROUS TO WALK TO THE ATM MACHINE ACROSS THE
STREET. I GUESS SHE DROVE EVERYWHERE.
Anyways, health issues are more complicated than just telling someone
what is wrong. So maybe get some hypnotherapy because the trees want to help
us more then anyone, yet unless the ego lets go, trees will seem to be as
evil and strong as Art's fear of death fantasies. My point is that it
is important to get ready! Your last years before retirement might be
shortened do to an economic crunch? Maybe for this reason your boss
will give you early retirement with full benefits? The truth is anything is
possible once you set your intentions on them. We are limitless in our
power, yet the ego will weaken us to the point we all collectively need
the unreal authority of George W. to show us how wrong we really are.
MY BOSS SAYS HE DOESN'T WANT ME TO RETIRE BEFORE HE DOES BUT
IF THEY HAVE TO CUT BACK, AND THEY HAVE TO GET RID OF X NUMBER
OF EMPLOYEES, AND IT COMES TO "HIM OR ME" ...DEFENSE HAS A LOT OF
SECRET STUFF THAT ISN'T ON THE BUDGET NORTHROP BUILT THE B2 STEALTH
BOMBER, FOR INSTANCE, SO YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SECURE YOUR JOB IS.
NORTHROP'S PICO RIVERA BUILDING WHERE THE STEALTH BOMBER WAS
BUILT SECRETLY IS GOING TO BE TURNED INTO A PARK, FAITH HERSCHLER, IN THE
NEXT CUBE TO ME TOLD ME LAST WEEK. I WAS DRIVING INTO THE OTHER
BUILDING WHERE I USED TO WORK -- (NORTHROP ABANDONED THAT BUILDING
BECASUE 3 OF THEIR MEN WERE SHOT THERE DURING THE RIOTS IN 1992 --
WAITING TO CROSS THE STREET TO THE PARKING LOT) AND I SAW IT THE WAY
IT USED TO BE WITH LAKES AND DUCKS SWIMMING, SO MAYBE IT'LL BE A PARK
SOMEDAY TOO. I HAD THE STRESS OF A MAN WHO ALWAYS DROVE ON THE
WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD ON A BLIND CURVE, AND HE WAS THERE EVERY
DAY WHEN I WAS TRYING TO DRIVE OUT, ALMOST HITTING MY CAR WITH HIS --
THEN IT MADE ME CRAZY I GUESS AND I COULD SEE THE PAST. STEVE WENT
WITH ME TO LOOK AT WHERE I SAW IT BUT HE WOULDN'T GET OUT OF THE CAR.
I MAY HAVE MADE SOMEONE MAD. ONE QA WOMAN TOLD ME THAT SHE COULD GET A NORTHROP eLECTRONICS (THAT DIVISION WAS MOVED TO CHICAGO) GUY TO KILL
ANYONE FOR A BOTTLE OF RIPPLE.
As Lightning Strikes said on Art Bell we are transitioning from the
wheel of Karma to the wheel of Dharma. Yes, we do have an unfathomable amount
unresolved human Karma... Yet, because Moore's Law has proven our
ability to do things with knowledge and technology doubles every Eighteen
months---> it means that by 20012 we will no longer have anything left
to resolve and we will only have a path of blessings and goodness because
our ego will finally lose control. Our true spirits will be set free.
That's why remote views and file cabinets of the world beyond 2012 are not
allowed. The ego must die completely for this information to be
understood. That's why all Art's Big Ego freaks think we are all gonna
die, its because they would all rather die then give up their ego.
I AND SEVERAL OTHERS AT WORK ARE GOING TO RETIRE ABOUT 2012,
SO BELIEVE ME WE AREN'T HAPPY ABOUT THE WORLD ENDING THEN --
OR YOU MIGHT THINK IT'S BABY BOOMER ARROGANCE THAT THE
WORLD WILL NOT BE RUN RIGHT WITHOUT US -- I WILL DIE
ABOUT 2025, SO MAYBE THE WORLD IS JUST ON HOLD DURING THAT
TIME BECAUSE THE BABY BOOMERS KEEP DOING THINGS STATUS
QUO. IN THE DEPT OF DEFENSE, THE MARINES MOTTO IS "WE'RE
LOOKING FOR A FEW GOOD MEN" BUT IN THE PROCUREMENT OF
WEAPONS WHERE I WORK THE MOTTO IS "WE'RE LOOKING FOR A
FEW OLD MEN". THERE ARE SIX PEOPLE IN THE WESTERN DISTRICT
THAT ARE OVER 86 AND ARE STILL WORKING. STROM THURMOND IS
ALMOST 100 AND IS STILL IN CONGRESS. THE SUPREME COURT ARE
ALL THAT AGE. MY HEART COULDN'T TAKE IT -- I HAVE SEVERE CHEST PAINS
OCCASIONALLY -- ONE LAST WEEK LIKE LIGHTNING THROUGH MY HEART AND LEFT SIDE.
A better metaphor is what every young seedling near the base of an old
tree goes through. Then a branch breaks or a tree falls and the
sunlight shines through and we become the wise giant elder that we once could
not even comprehend. So sharpen your intention and define what you want,
your body will love you for it and as each consciousness expands---> the
body's desperate desire to communicate through illness will be unneeded. As
Julia Butterfly once told me when I told her we were going to win. She
replied, "We will be!"
A MAN WHERE I WORK IS ONE OF MY EX-HUSBANDS, RAMONE --
EVERYONE CALLS HIM "GENERAL PULIDO". I LEFT MY HUSBAND FOR HIM,
I THINK, IN PHILIPPINES DURING WWII. HE WAS
A GENERAL. WHEN ANOTHER MAN STARTED THERE, DANTE, 1987
AND I WAS PROCESSING HIM IN HE ASKED ME WHO RAMONE WAS
AND I TOLD HIM I HAD A SECRET DELUSION THAT RAMONE WAS
SECRETLY A GENERAL FROM PHILIPPINES THERE TO WATCH THE
PRODUCTION OF THE F5 FIGHTER PLANES THEIR COUNTRY WAS
BUYING.
> Some people have told me I should be on Jeopardy -- I've read about
>100 books on serial killers. I started reading them because I
> hated my boss and coworkers injustice (I'm allergic to perfume and flowers
> and they'd spray it on me and put flowers over my head on the walls of the
> cubes -- Johnnie Lee said they did it because if you find out someone's
> weakness, you have to exploit it -- but it more likely that I have tourettes
> and repeat myself and they were irritated or not being able to have flowers
> must made them want them more, or they wanted a transfer and could get it by
> torturing me so that they'd be moved). Many more people just go watch
> professional wrestling -- but a lot of people also read serial killer books
> because they are best sellers.
>
> Oregon's most well-known was in either Eugene or Salem -- which has a high
> number of half way houses of vaious types -- juvenal delinquents, drug
> addicts, parollees, mentally disabled -- was a very tall, strong redheaded
> man who liked to dress in women's high heels and tied his victims to
> refrigerators and car engines and threw them in the river there. He also
> cut off their breasts and used them to make molds for ashtrays and stuff but
> it didn't work out. Interesting.... maybe the wrong man confessed or was
> caught in Arcata.
Maybe serial killsers are unfeminine and that is ugly. I am starting on my
"daycare years" in typing my dreams now. I worked in daycare for four
years. children are feminine. I don't have any and the other women at
work always talk about how many hours they were in labor.
Tim McVeigh worked in daycare one day -- sorry. That is gallows humor.
[Don't worry. Your chances are more likely that you'll be hit
by lightning. I can't put my head in the sand on that one. I've already
been almost struck by lightning three times. If I have enough money by the
time I retire, I will probably just stay in LA where there is no lightning,
There are never any lightning storms in LA. (only once in 25
years we've lived here, and that was one of the three times -- lightning
struck a tree right outside the Colonel's office and shook the whole
building like an earthquake.) Lightning strikes repetitively -- I was almost
struck twice as a kid --once it struck a maple tree about 100 yards from
the school bus at Mom's house when I got off and the other time I was
walking down the hill at Dad's house and my hair was standing out like it
does from static electricity -- looks like a dandelion. My mother, two
sisters and brother were with me and their hair was not standing up like that.
I also have a poltergeist that makes the lights go on and off at work.
Northrop had some electricians stationed all day for a week beside the fuse
boxes to make sure it wasn't a trick -- and one woman told me the
poltergeist was going to burn the building down. It has followed me from
house to house all the places we've moved and none have burned so far. When
we lived in the trailer it made a noise like squirrels dropping tree limbs
on the roof and when Steve went out to clean off the roof, there was nothing
there!!! It did rap on the fire alarm every night before I fell asleep for
awhile. There is an Irish fairy tale -- a man decides the family has
to move because of a poltergeist. The night before they move he walks
around the farm to make sure he didn't forget anything and sees the
poltergeist sitting on the curb washing clothes in the water in the
gutter and asks him what he's doing. The poltergeist says sulkily, he
has to do his laundry if they're going to move.
> You don't have to think about this part of life if you don't want to. I
> keep track of the medical advances and they are talking about a cure for
> schizophrenia now -- the only risk will be that they also "cure" the ability
> to dream. The internet says they've cured blind dogs with gene therapy.
[Idea about Jesus that he died for karma - did not intend to get even, so
maybe he won't be "coming back".] Or maybe he'll come back as a
woman because women are feminine and don't fight. Though the Tamil Tigers in Sri Lanka and Castro's armies were 50% women.
Adventures in Reincarnation, Frank Stemple Sullivan, 1971. One time
Scientologist and researcher. p85.
For soem years, every time that I drove thru the redwoods of N
California, I would get a beautiful feeling. those trees seemed to be
alive, and seemed to communicate a soft gentle vibration. I discerned
gentle devas, or wood sprites in them. I felt that men lumbered pines
-- but slaughtered redwoods.
I mentioned this to a friend of mine in Oakland. The next time that I
saw him, he affronted me with -- "you and your redwoods--ugh!" He had
gone up into the redwoods, was idly admiring one of the biggest ones,
when he most uncomfortably felt the force of a black entity's wrath
with the command, "Get out of here" The force, suddenness and
surprise really shook him.
His selection as a target most likely had something to do with some
ancient incident, or status. But it did alert me to the fact that all
was not sweetness and light among the redwoods. the next time I went
into that area, I pervaded, found that these nice, sweet little
redwood entities were dominated by these big, black control entities.
Before this, and since this, I have long noted this to be the case.
the law of balance prevails: with each condition of sweetness and
light, there is the karmic compensation of some black,
selfish, luciferian type despot.
Then,I looked, Spiritually, at the redwoods, themselves. It is likely
that before harvesting them, there was a wood sprite, or deva in each
one. But with the cuttings -- the remainders seem more like apartment
houses with many in each tree.
Still later, I was invited to visit some friends who lived among the
redwoods. These people were the owners of Jet. But immediately, I
did not feel that Jet was like any other dog that I had ever known.
He simply did not have the vibrations of a dog...I got it that Jet was
a redwood deva. At that moment Jet was lying seemingly asleep on the
other side of the room. My back was toward him. I mocked up a
redwood tree in front of him, telepathed to him, "Jet, I know hwo you
are. You are a redwood sprite." That dog jumped up immediately, came
over to me, put his paws on my knees sort of cried as if in
appreciation. (He then repeated the same sxperiment with an intuitive
12 year old doing the same statement to the dog.) [Trees may have been talking to each other -- crowded devas saying to "get out."
The Secret Life of Plants, Peter Thompkins and Christopher Bird, Avon
Books, c 1973. Page 152.
"(George Washington) Carver's students were greatly impressed that
each morning he would rise at four oclock to walk in the woods before
the start of the working day and bring back countless plants with
which to illustrate his lectures. Explaining this habit to friends,
Carver said, "Nature is the greatest teacher and I learn from her
best when others are asleep. In the still dark hours before sunrise
God tells me of the plans I am to fulfill."... As a horticulturist,
Carver had noticed that the peanut was incredibly self-sufficient and
could grow well in poor soil. As a chemist, he discovered that it
equaled sirloin steaks in protein and potatoes in carbohydrates. Late
one evening while pondering the problem in his workshop Carver stared
at the peanut plant and asked, "Why did the Lord make you?" In a
flash, he received the briefest of answers: "You have three things to
go by: compatibility, temperature, and pressure."
With this slim advice Carver locked himself in his laboratory. There,
throughout a sleepless week, he began breaking down the peanut into
its chemical components and exposing them by trial and error to
different conditions of temperature and pressure. To his satisfaction
he found that one-third of the little nut was made up of seven
different varieties of oil. Working around the clock, he analyzed and
synthesized, took apart and recombined, broke down and built up the
chemically differentiable parts of the peanut until at last he had two
dozen bottles, each containing a brand-new product."[peanuts at that
time were used solely to feed pigs.]
By 1930, the peanut's one-tiem worthlessness had been converted,
through Carver's clarvoyance, into a quarter of a billion dollars for
Southern farmers... Not satisfied with his achievements, Carver went
on to make paper from a local Southern pine tree which ultimately
helped to spur lumberers to cover millions of Southern acres with
productive forests where only scrub woods had existed."
[sidelight -- peanut allergy is the most deadly of the food allergies,
killing instantly with anaphalactic shock where the victim ceases to
breathe. Peanuts/all nuts are a high percentage of fat (which makes
them worthless for anyone with the 3Fs (fat, forties, blond)and a
gallbladder to eat], but the internet said a couple of weeks ago that
some company is working with the tailings after all the oil is removed
to make peanut chips. I also have observed in myself an allergy to
tofu or soybeans. Soybeans give me nightmares of being 30 stories
underground in a mine and also of eating dead putrified bodies
disguised as cake. Makes you wonder if Harry Harrison had the same
nightmare as I did when he wrote Soylant Green (also made into a
movie) about making a protein bar to feed the masses, and Charleton
Heston discovers that it is make of processed corpses from the
euthanaia center.]
Mark L. Prophet (1918-1973) enjoyed an intimate communion with
elemental life. Though he spoke of his contact with elementals, most
of what he said, told to the pople around him during the course of his
life, is now either lost through forgetfulness or due to the passing
on of those who heard him. But he did sometimes speak about the
elementals in public, and this was tape-recorded at the time, for
posterity...
Born an only child in Cippewa Falls, Wisconsin, his father passed away
when he was he was only nine, and he and his mother had then to endure
the hardships of the Depression years. As a boy of eighteen, while
labouring on the Soo Line Railroad, he was contacted by the Mahatma El
Morya. ... one of the same Masters who were the sponsors of Helena P.
Blavaksy, and who were behind the founding of The Theosophical
Society. (being a devout Christian he rejected the turbaned figure
and then, having seen the light, spent years praying for him to come
again) Morya did so and from 1952 to 1958 Prophet... took down the
Masters dictated letters to copy and mail. He founded the Summit
Lighthouse...exists to this day under the spiritual direction of his
wife, Elizabeth Clare Prophet (now has alzheimers shortly after
marrying a young male follower and having a baby in her 40's, in
Montana in a survivalist type group.)
There are numerous tales those who knew Mark Prophet can recount of
his attunement with the beings of nature. Should important building
work be underway as winter would normally set in, Prophet seemed able
to hold inclement weather at abeyance until the work was complete.
There were times when rain would either stop or start in obedience to
his mighty call. Once he was observed on a motorbike being followed
by a miniature rainstorm that only surrounded him: when asked about
this extraordinary phenomenon he simply replied that he had been
"playing with the elementals". This is his testimony on the subject
of elemental life.
I think that many of our dear friends of the Light have taken great
interest in gardening through the years. And I know that many
students of the Ascended Masters do have a temendous love for nature.
So I think it would be well if we would turn our thoughts now to
review some of the unknown side of nature.
Like everything else that is visible, the flowers adn the fruit trees
and the growing things are produced, not by happenstance or chance,
but by cosmic law. And the elementals are the divine intelligences
that are charged with the maintaining of the form and texture of the
flowers, the leaves, the stalks, the plants and everything that is
produced...
I just didn't believe in fairies and I thought it rather strange that
the Irish people should actulaly discuss the little people as though
they really existed. And I said to myself, "Is this not a strange
thing, that so many intelligent Irish people, really intelligent
people, actually speak of fairies as though they existed?"
Then I read of different cases where they had been sighted in the
glens of Ireland, and I decided that the only people that had fairies
in their back yard were the Irish. But I found out afterwrd that
people in other parts of the world also seem to know something about
elementals and fairies.
When Walt Disney came out with his production of Snow White and the
Seven Dwards, again I thought it was purely a cartoon and a creation
of the mind of Walt Disney based on fiary tales adn so forth. Though
I was impressed with the musical score. You remember that one, "Hi
ho, hi ho, now back to work we go," you know?
Well, I found something happening inside of me one day. I have a built
in projector. It works through the light of my heart. And it projects
pictures othat come from the higher octaves on the screen of my
mind... Sometimes I'm shown pictures of past civilizations and the
internal workings of people and their conscousness, as well as that of
animals and other things... I see back into time adn I see truth
revealed in a series of pictures...
So I want to pass on to you some of the knowlege that I have obtained
by this method concerning the elementals.
Gnomes function is the earth and precious metals. They sometimes play
leap frog together. A whole group of them will
come out of a
cave...They can walk right into the ground. Of course they feel the
density of the earth when they pass through it... and they find it is
not as easy for them to walk through the earth as it is to walk on the
earth. Consequently they only walk through the earth when it's
necessary. they prefer to use the suberrranean passages that exist
from one continent to another under the ground. And they walk
sometimes in great armies of them down there.
One time, a whole army of elementals left China and Russia and came
over to the United States because of certain conditions that were
imposed upon them over there. They became very unhappy concerning
xome of the conditions of the Chinese people and the Russian people.
And as result the wheat harvest went way down, a tremendous drop in
the wheat harvest.
We had a dictaion concerning it. and a fiat was made by the great
being, Kuan Yin, to the effect that because of the Chinese actions in
keeping children living in communes that the forces of nature were
going to rebel. Almost immediately after that dictation the wheat
harvest dropped and dropped. Then of course the tremendous amount of
wheat we had stored in American became a pawn in the world game of
politics...
Sylphs and the causes of storm... The elementals are very easily
influenced. for example, wrong thought and feeling poured out in a
small town day after day by husbands and wives fighting,could result
in a tornado hitting that town. (air elementals whirl to throw off
negative human emotions and cause high winds of 150 mph.)
Marc Anthony, he said, "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your
ears. I came not to praise Caesar but to bury him." He started out
by getting them on his side, and then wound up having inflamed the mob
until they were ready to put an end to the life of every single
person that had wronged Caesar. He accomplished what he wanted to by
the subtlety of agreeing with them first, and then turning around and
afterward bending them to his will. This is how elementals are
influenced, more easily than a child.
Now Nature changes, Luther Burbank found that out. YOu can govern the
change and direct it by grafting together two types of trees. But the
elementals have to merge or the life force won't stay in there and the
tree would die. So Luther Burbank found out that he had to love these
elementals, and he worked with them through love. He sent out love to
the two elementals, the lemon and the orange tree and the result was
the grapefruit... the elementals will mirror our actions.
From: Real Fairies by David Tame (contains several brief quotes from about 15 books.)
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7/1/01
Warcry wrote (pictures of her treesit at tree-sit.org
Nice poem - should send it to Free.
it's beautiful.
--- sheiladreamimages at yahoo.com wrote:
> The Truth Has No Need of Tragedy
>
> The truth has no need of tragedy,
> afraid to look,
> set out quite calmly,
> a bridge halfway over a river,
> a boat full of water,
> in the ocean,
> in the rain.
>
> three men in the river
> that leads to the ocean;
> what time is it
> before it begins again.
> you can't live in two worlds;
> oh, father, I can manage.
>
> an earthquake will hit
> where cities existed
> there will be ruins
> and forests
> where there
> was nothing but nature
> there will be cities
> cultural fringe
> on a scarf of land
>
> fish jumping like rain
> the liquid eye
> the hunter
> driving sheep across the sky,
> stolen from the subconscious
>
> watching the campfire
> nip off knots and branches,
> feathered red edges
> purple blue where it flows over the wood
> icy white at the center
> sparks buzz away in a clear tornado,
> sit, contemplate the fire
> combining air, and wood, and earth, and water
>
>
>
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"I live in a world of shit, yes
but I am alive, and I am not afraid..,"
- From FULL METAL JACKET by Stanley Kubrick
_0 WARCRY I N D E P E N D E N T CINEMA
_ \<,_ **Insurrectionary Content
(_)/ (_) All Your Civil Unrest Needs**
A little history of this poem -- my latest project here is typing old
notebooks from 1975-1977. I was 24 in 1975 (am 50 now). This poem is
in a notebook dated September either 75 or 76, right before or right
after moving to California, where by the way, I told my parents I
would be moving, when I was four years old.
The third stanza is verbatim from that notebook. I don't remember it,
but to my now much wider experience/reading, plus the passage of time
with further people writing stuff -- I don't think I copied down
something I read somewhere else. It has the same tone as another
experience of mine in October 1969, I had gotten to college and joined
the Students for a Democratic Society to fight the war in Vietnam and
a van of us had gone to Chicago, Lakeshore Drive park on Lake Michigan
at a much bigger rally and march through downtown Chicago. A reporter
stuck a microphone in my face as we marched, and I gave an impassioned
speech which I can still remember because I thought at the time I'd
gone out on a limb, made a fool of myself, been disloyal to my
parents, etc. I said, to the best of my recall -- "Have you read
Greek plays, do you know Cassandra, she predicted the downfall of the
Greek armies, Athens and Troy. I am Cassandra. Your children will
turn against you, the children will kill the parents if war does not
end. The soldiers will shoot the officers in the back."
And, as the older members of society, like myself, remember, a soldier
in Vietnam was publicized for shooting a lieutenant or captain (field
level officer) in the back for telling him to turn down his stereo.
When I was 18 I read a Look or Life magazine article on World War I
that said the war ended at Christmas 1917 even though it dragged on to
November 11, 1918. On Christmas Eve a "vacation" or ceasefire was
called between Allied and German forces in France, who came out and
exchanged cigarettes and other souvenirs: their brass, marksmanship
medals, food, and whatever they had, in No-Man's-Land between the
trenches. The day after Christmas they went back to shooting at each
other,but the reason the war ended in November the next year was
because Christmas was coming again soon. There was some war movie at
a drive-in theater in Des Moines my parents took us to in the early
1950's where the last scene is a redheaded guy standing up out of the
trenches (you can tell he's a redhead even thought it's a black and
white movie) and walking away and someone shoots him in the head, but
then other people start to stand up and walk away too. Then the
credits roll. It was like Thunder Road with Robert Mitchum about
moonshine in the Appalacian Mountains on the East Coast.
Anyway, the third stanza reminds me of the tone of my other experience
as "Cassandra" --whatever "possessed" me. Earthquakes hit Seattle
again yesterday... other people since me in science fiction and
psychic and remote viewer visits to the future, such as Joe
McMoneagle's book about the year 3000 -- have said that the possible
future is people living in high rises so that the land is left to
nature and is close to the population centers for gardens, forests,
children to roam, etc. That would mean a return to society as the
American Indians lived, for one, in this country. It could mean a
return even of buffalo herds and low fat venison and bison for eating
by everyone! It would be a way of life as the small villagers live
all over the world, but with high population. I believe the "fringe"
on the "scarf" refers to the West coast of this country because the
indications are that Chalia was part of Lemuria, a much more ancient
continent that sank under the Pacific in a previous disaster, like
Atlantis, leaving a small fringe of land, that with its ancient trees
and rocks is still here. Maybe the East Coast is a "fringe" on the
scarf of Atlantis and this country lies between two great continents.
> > an earthquake will hit
> > where cities existed
> > there will be ruins
> > and forests
> > where there
> > was nothing but nature
> > there will be cities
> > cultural fringe
> > on a scarf of land
By the way, I also predicted in 1990 when mothers in my office started
carrying Bibles in their pockets, when their sons and daughters were
called to go to the Gulf War -- "there will be a war, but there will
be no casualties -- no one will die. There will be a few auto
accidents, but no casualties -- except for the Iraquis -- there could
be more." Fortuneately, I was wrong about the Iraquis and they did
not have many casualties either.
The "three men floating down a river" was the Columbia River. I got
the feeling that they were the Holy Trinity and I had killed them. I
saw the scene from the air -- so I could see the Columbia River
flowing to the ocean and the three bodies floating in it. It looked like the Columbia River to me because it went through a big notch or ravine.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee -- Dee Brown
Chapter Eighteen -- Dance of the Ghosts
All Indians must dance, everywhere, keep on dancing. Pretty soon in
next spring Great Spirit come. He bring back all game of every kind.
the game be thick everywhere. All dead Indians come back and live
again. they all be strong just like young men, be young again. Old
blind Indian see again and get young and have fine time. When Great
Spirit comes this way, then all the Indians go to mountains, high up
away from whites. Whites can't hurt Indians then. Then while Indians
way up high, big flood comes like water and all white people die, get
drowned. After that, water go way and then nobody but Indians
everywhere and game all kinds thick. Then medicine man tell Indians
to send word to all Indians to keep up dancing and the good time will
come. Indians who don't dance, who don't believe in this work, will
grow little, just about a foot high, and stay that way. Some of them
will be turned into wood and be burned in fire. --Wovoka, The Paiute
Messiah
In the Drying Grass Moon (October 9, 1890) about a year after the
breaking up of the Great Reservation, a Minneconjou from the Cheyenne
river agency came to Standing Rock to visit Sitting Bull. His name
was Kicking Bear, and he brought news of the Paiute Messiah, Wovoka,
who had founded the religion of the Ghost Dance. Kicking Bear and his
brother-in-law, Short Bull, had returned from a long journey beyoud
the Shining Mountains in search of the Messiah. Hearing of this
pilgrimage, Sitting Bull had sent for Kicking Bear in order to learn
more about the Ghost Dance.
Kicking Bear told Sitting Bull of how a voice had commmanded him
to go forth and meet the ghosts of Indians who were to return and
inhabit the earth. On the cars of the Iron Horse he and Short Bull
and nine other Sioux had traveled far toward the place where the sun
sets, traveled until the railroad stopped. There they were met by two
Indians they had never seen before but who greeted them as brothers
and gave them meat and bread. They supplied the pilgrims with horses
and they rode for four suns until they cam to a camp of Fish Eaters
(Paiutes) near Pyramid Lake in Nevada.
The Fish Eaters told the visitors that Christ had returned to
earth again. Christ must have sent for them to come there, Kicking
Bear said; it was forordained. To see the Messiah they had to make
another journey to the agency at Walker Lake.
For two days Kicking Bear and his friends waited at Walker Lake
with hundreds of other Indians speaking dozens of different tongues.
these Indians had come from many reservtions to see the Messiah.
Just before sundown on the third day the Christ appeared and the
Indians made a big fire to throw light on him. Kicking Bear had
always thought that Christ was a white man like the missionaries, but
this man looked like an Indian. After a while he rose and spoke to
the waiting crowd. "I have sent for you and am glad to see you," he
said. "I am going to talk to you after a while about your relatives
who are dead and gone. My children, I want you to listen to all I
have to say to you. I will teach you how to dance a dance, and I want
you to dance it. Get ready for your dance, and when the dance is
over, I will talk to you." The he commenced to dance, everybody
joining in, the Christ singing while they danced. they danced the
Dance of the Ghosts until late at night, when the Messiah told them
they had danced enough.
Next morning, Kicking Bear and the others went up close to the
Messiah to see if he had the scars of crucifixion which the
missionaries on the reservations had told them about. there was a
scar on his wrist and one on his face, but they could not see his
feet, becasue he was wearing moccasins. throughout the day he talked
to them. In the beginning, he said, God made the earth, and then sent
the Christ to earth to teach the people, but whilte man had treated
him badly, leving scars on his body, and so he had gone back to
heaven. Now he had returned to earth as an Indian and he was to renew
everything as it used to be and make it better.
In the next springtime, when the grass was knee high, the earth
would be covered with new soil which bury all the whiteman, and the
new land would be covered with sweet grass and running water and
trees. Great herds of buffalo and wild horses would come back. The
Indians who danced the Ghost Dance would be taken up in the air and
suspended there while a wave of new earth was passing, and then
they would be set down among the ghosts of their ancestors on the new
earth, where only Indians would live.
After a few days at Walker Lake, Kicking Bear and his friends
learned how to dance the Ghost Dance, and then they mounted their
horses to return to the railroad. As they rode along, the Messiah
flew above them in the air, teaching them songs for the new dance. At
the railroad, he left them, telling them to return to their people and
teach what they had learned. When the next winter was passed, he would
bring the ghosts of their fathers to meet them in the new
resurrection.
After returning to Dakota, Kicking Bear had started the new dance
at Cheyenne river, Short Bull had brought it to Rosebud, and others
were introducing it at Pine Ridge. Big Foot's band of Minneconjous,
Kicking Bear said, was made up mostly of women who had lost husbands
or other male relatives in fights with Long Hair and Three Stars and
Bear Coat; they danced until they fainted, becasue they wanted to
bring their dead warriors back.
...Sitting Bull didn't believe that it was possible for dead men
to return... Kicking Bear replied that if the Indians wore the sacred
garments of the Messiah -- Ghost Shirts painted with magic symbols --
no harm could come to them. Not even the bullets of the Bluecoats'
guns could penetrate a Ghost Shirt.
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Reportedly there is no picture existing of Crazy Horse, but I saw one
in a dream -- with other men standing in a line. I knew which man was
Crazy Horse because he was taller than the rest, standing at or near
the end of the line. When I woke up and began looking for the picture
to confirm it, I found out that there is no picture of him except for
a sketch someone drew of him getting stabbed by an Indian policeman.
Crazy Horse took the name of his uncle, also named Crazy Horse. His
name as a kid was Blondy or Curly. When he went for his vision quest,
he didn't think he was going to have a vision after three days of no
water, and was giving up. He nevertheless knew that he couldn't be
killed by white men's bullets. That was part of the basis of his
daredevil rides into hails of bullets in diversionary tactics in the
Indian Wars.
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Dr. Valentine McGillycuddy recommended that the dancers had the same
right to prepare for the second coming as the Seventh Day Adventists,
but the Seventh Cavalry(Custer's command, under Colonel Forsythe)
surrounded and massacred a group at Wounded Knee (killing 25 of their
own with friendly fire.) Meanwhile at Pine Ridge, Sitting Bull was
killed by an Indian policeman Red Tomahawk while being arrested.
Sitting Bull, during a stay in Canada, allowed several followers to
speak at a council meeting, including a woman (most unusual) named
The-One-Who-Speaks-Once.
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Shortly after turning five, in the summer of 1956, my parents moved us
to a river valley on the other side of Van Meter (other side was more
prairie, treeless landscape) with ancient looking fish ponds dug along
what the oldtimers said was an old logging road that went through the
farm. The hills were very steep, with boulders, glacial remains and
lots of wildflowers in the spring such as Dutchman's breeches,
columbine, violets, Jack in the Pulpit, Mayflowers or wild ginseng.
Right away I had a dream of walking to the barn and Indians in
breechcloths fighting a chaotic battle -- one man came directly
towards me with a raised tomahawk or stone axe, which woke me up
screaming, and Dad walked me down to the barn through the deep scary
weeds (the old man who lived there had died and the place had been
empty) to see there were no Indians. In Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
by Dee Brown, it says that Sitting Bull was killed by an Indian
policeman named Red Tomahawk. He was however, shot in the head. I
have also dreamed of a short bull on 6/17/01 (as he jumped over me, I
noticed he had very short legs) recently -- maybe he wanted his story
told, so now I am telling it. After the bull with stubby legs jumped
over me he turne into a middle aged bowlegged man with a white breech
cloth around his waist (dark hair in crewcut). He snaps me with a
blue rubber band until I tell him to stop. Then he starts pulling on
his penis in frustration. "I've been here for two hours, been talking
for two minutes." "Ranking importance of things, if you think gong
and noise (I thought he was a bowlegged Japanese) is important -- it
is the barn." He thrusts a knife -- "you bruise my country." "If you
want to work, you must have some paper." "They did that mission so
much that now I'm swamped." Man has to go to a meeting up the coast
where it's raining, in Seattle next -- travels to many meetings. Man
says the answer from a list he's holding -- the highlighted choice is
"rams and jobs" -- he rams the list through a door. A woman says he
also has to to to Florida, Augustine maybe. Jobs in metals.
(probably Everglades).
My grandpa Bill's youngest brother Ralph came to a family reunion in
Des Moines at Birdland/Riverside Park and he told us that the "FBI
started shooting for no reason." (Second Battle of Wounded Knee)
Quote of Ted Trueblood, Associate Editor from 1939, until his death in 1982, 100th Anniversary issue of Field and Stream magazine --
"Appointing [James G.] Watt to head Interior was like finding a gopher snake to guard a nest of baby mice."
"It started as the Sagebrush Rebellion and it has now grown into what will be the biggest ripoff in American history -- if it succeeds. And it will succeed, unless the victims, the American people, raise such a hue and cry as has never been raised before. It is the proposed "privatization" of the public lands, both the national forests and the range lands now under the jurisdiction of the Bureau of Land Management. The real plot was slow in coming into the open and only this fall did it finally emerge in its true form. It has been concealed by double-speak, lies, subterfuge, and smooth-talking advocates who seek to rob the American people of their greatest land heritage before they are aware. -- 'The Biggest Ripoff,' November 1982.
Anatole France -- "Yes, everything that could be said has been said, but we have to say it again because no one was listening." [Quoted by Harlan Ellison in the current issue of Locus (science fiction) magazine.]
Hunter Thompson's Gonzo Letters -- Vanity Fair, December 2000 p. 238
"Which gets back to Aspen, where hundreds of Haight/Ashbury refugees
tried to settle in the wake of that ill-fated "summer of love" in
1967.... So, by the autumn of '69, It was obvious -- that a serious
voter-registration effort might yield up a formidable power-base for a
new kind of candidate. ... A series of Citizens for Community Action
meetings had distilled the issues -- for a genuine, grass-roots
revolt. The program, in a nut, was to drive the real estate goons
completely out of the valley: to prevent the State Highway Dept from
bringing a 4-lane highway into town and in fact to ball all auto
traffic from every downtown street....
One of our problems was that on election day:... the lame-duck mayor
had spent half the previous day on the radio, screeching threats of
prison terms and gang-beatings for any hair-freak who dared to show up
at the polls. I tried to have him arrested for "intimidating voters"
-- but the D.A told me to get fucked. "You'll have to police the
election yourselves," he said -- and so we did. But the only people
willing to be poll-watchers tended to be weird-looking.
So the middle of the road (old lady shopkeeper, endorsed by the
contractors) -- the androgynous *Ike-figure of all our
nightmares...won. The final tally wasn't in until afer midnight, and
by then our headquarters was a madhouse of bad mescaline freakouts and
loonies screaming for dynamite. I had the presence of mind to remain
un-armed--which proved wise, because by the end of election night I
was in a killing rage. ...So the new mayor of Aspen is a giddy old
lady who would feel honored to go down on Agnew.
In the uproar surrounding the mayor's race, nobody noticed that we
managed to elect two heads to the City Council. Those two, along with
the two liberals elected, gives us a probable 4-2 majority on the
Council."
60 Minutes had a show on Earth First and Aspen and didn't mention
liberals controlling the city. Does anyone know?
African Madness, Alex Shoumatoff, 1988 -- Chapter One -- The Woman Who
Loved Gorillas -- Dian Fosse was beheaded with a machete two days
after Christmas in her bedroom. Her assistant Kelly Stewart described
her treatment of poachers -- "She would torture them. She would whip
their balls with stinging nettles, spit on them, kick them, put on
masks and curse them (as a witch), stuff sleeping pills down their
throats." (Another friend, Ian, said that pygmies run through
stinging nettles every day.) Her eyesight was bad and she'd grabbed
the wrong clip for her gun. Theories were that someone (arrested)
stole her manuscript, that others wanted to set up a tourist trip to
see the gorillas, or that the pygmies believed her curse and did a
reverse curse -- that her problems with poachers had become
stubborness on their side -- force against force. (True, an envelope
with her boyfriend Wayne McGuires's (another primatologist) hair was
found after her death with her writing on it.)
The Art of Dreaming, Carlos Casteneda. The fourth gate of dreaming --
technique -- you must notice the position in which you lie down to go
to sleep -- right, left, back, front. Then in the dream, lie down in
the same position and fall asleep again and -- intending in the second
attention the twin positions of dreaming. "For instance dreaming of
my hometown and my dream started when I lay down on my right side, I
could very easily stay in the dream, and dream I had fallen asleep.
The second dream not only would necessarily be a dream of my hometown,
but would be the most concrete dream one can imagine."
The picture on the front of the book is of a 2-3 foot tall man wearing
a suit and brimmed hat. This is what shadow people look like -- the
one I saw anyway -- and many other people also (Maj Ed Dames, remote
viewed them, said they are shadows thrown by ghosts. Albert Taylor,
out-of-body expert/author says they are either living or dead
out-of-body beings (2/3 of the time) and the other 1/3 can be yourself
returning to the same time.)
Nature spirits are traditionally seen in forests....
p. 32. "GENERAL APPEARANCE" ...Other stories describe him as being
about the size of a two-year-old child, which places him in an
almost-human category. The size of the sprite frequently depends upon
where he is seen. If he is glimpsed hidden under hedges or in gullies
(sheughs) or ditches, then he tends to be much smaller, in order to
increase his powers of concealment. If he lives in a cave, on the
other hand, or in a ruined building, he may be slightly larger, since
concealment is not absolutely necessary.
Whatever his size, however, all accounts agree that the
leprechaun is usually an untidy and dishevelled being. His clothing,
reflecting the rather haphazard dress fo the nineteenth-century Irish
peasantry, is not at all stylish.... typically worn by what was once
known as the 'down-at-heel gentry'. The overall sartorial impression
is either that of the 'reduced Catholic former aristocracy' during
the late 18th and early 19th centuries, when leprechaun mythology
began to develop in Ireland, or that of the itinerant working classes
which proliferated throughout the countryside during the same period
-- 'not rich enough to be comfortable, nor poor enough to be
destitute.'
As a fashion item, some leprechauns will wear an old tricorn
hat,... and makes them (they believe) more attractive to human women.
...According to some traditions, in olden days leprechauns wore
iron boots for durability... They must have been extremely heavy and
uncomfortable to wear!
Leprechauns have an aversion to water... their personal odor is
greatly exacerbated by the fact that many smoke dudeens, foul smelling
clay pipes. According to one tradition, a certain West Claire
leprechaun found dried bird-droppings extremely good for smoking."
Field guides are very useful if you see something in the woods -- I
saw one that looked like a goose that stared intently at me in the
driveway at work in an old ditch. It was there on two consecutive
mornings as I drove in, though the second morning it was lying down
on its side. It was standing beside a lake where ducks were paddling
their feet. I went back with a witness (who didn't get out of the
car) after work to look around and I did find duck footprints in the
dirt, but there was no lake). There was a little puddle from rain
running down the ditch. Makes you wonder what would happen if you
walked into the scene with the lake...
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