I'm seeing death and cancers returning all around me. amazing how millions are dying, and all the injuries exploding and so few even notice. Of course, the media won't touch any of it. Excessive deaths have been normalized. And oddly a few other people have mentioned this burnout/exhaustion, and I'm also experiencing it. Total burnout by late afternoon. As if our life force is being sucked out of us, which it is, I know, but just something I've noticed. Frequencies? Poisons? All of the above?
So sorry about your friend and mechanic. The culling is bigger than we are perceiving. Hard to imagine they can kill so many with such stealth.
Access to the S-Stack universe allows me to hear lots of falling trees in otherwise empty forests far far away.
I have a relationship with some thickly wooded private acreage that I was raised on. The sort where the majority of trees are 80 feet tall and provide almost complete overhead cover throughout the mini realm. I did and still know every hill, valley and cool creek spot.
Life divided by potential, plus trajectory, multiplied by velocity allowed me languages, travel and examples of how to live in this world. When done with those places and things I returned to those greenish acres. I would have thought that all those impressive things seen would've made the relatively small area seem like those miniature kindergarten chairs from my post toddler phase.
Upon my return and perusal every massive Cedar, Pine, Oak et al. was present or had a familial stand in. The elder trees were like old wise elephants that raised me with lessons, protection and guidance. They'd shared their village with me as a child and now in the fourth quarter of the Hero’s Journey, I was home to pay them back.
Last winters ice storms took down lots of young wood with aspirations, while the turbulent winds of reality broke an occasional mastodon class survivor and left it hobbled and lacking. Their circular story of life is not unlike J. Campbells book of a ‘Thousand Faces’ and I treated them as such.
When the deep roots and innumerable annual organic solar panels can no longer sustain one of the lumbering elders, I assist in their passage while the masses solemnly sway whisper and bear witness. I return them to the dust within the alter of Stovius Potbellius. Ashes to compost, compost to garden.
These last couple of years other freinds and caretakers of giants in the region talked of too many young strong trees dying. We notice saplings like the rural unaccustomed types notice cute spotted fawns. So when lots are dying and no one can sort out why, you notice. I’m used to loss, and grasp deeply father time and mother natures responsibility, but this is different.
I see so many souls being taken beyond the OG grand plan. At a minimum, this calm prior to what seems to be an incoming storm has given me cause to slow down, listen more than speak, drink good smoky whiskey, enjoy small batch home grown SS’s like this and talk to humans who believe we’ve got nothing in common.
Thanks for sharing your garden with me. I’m a photog of sorts, shoot all the flora and fauna in my terrarium like world, so I dig the stories and pics especially. Appreciation from beyond the fray.
Immensely enjoyed your comment. I make an attempt to project what I see into my Substack with pictures rather than descriptive words. Thanks for sharing and thanks for the kind words.
During last night's Dane Flats flight simulator show on Twitch, where the viewers get to choose songs that play during the short flight, Randy Meisner was mentioned, and a song played.
Someone also mentioned another band member/singer from that era who passed recently, but I can't seem to recall who just now.
I'm seeing death and cancers returning all around me. amazing how millions are dying, and all the injuries exploding and so few even notice. Of course, the media won't touch any of it. Excessive deaths have been normalized. And oddly a few other people have mentioned this burnout/exhaustion, and I'm also experiencing it. Total burnout by late afternoon. As if our life force is being sucked out of us, which it is, I know, but just something I've noticed. Frequencies? Poisons? All of the above?
So sorry about your friend and mechanic. The culling is bigger than we are perceiving. Hard to imagine they can kill so many with such stealth.
Well said. I've been dealing with the burnout too. Back to running everyday. That should fix it.
run...for your life...
Access to the S-Stack universe allows me to hear lots of falling trees in otherwise empty forests far far away.
I have a relationship with some thickly wooded private acreage that I was raised on. The sort where the majority of trees are 80 feet tall and provide almost complete overhead cover throughout the mini realm. I did and still know every hill, valley and cool creek spot.
Life divided by potential, plus trajectory, multiplied by velocity allowed me languages, travel and examples of how to live in this world. When done with those places and things I returned to those greenish acres. I would have thought that all those impressive things seen would've made the relatively small area seem like those miniature kindergarten chairs from my post toddler phase.
Upon my return and perusal every massive Cedar, Pine, Oak et al. was present or had a familial stand in. The elder trees were like old wise elephants that raised me with lessons, protection and guidance. They'd shared their village with me as a child and now in the fourth quarter of the Hero’s Journey, I was home to pay them back.
Last winters ice storms took down lots of young wood with aspirations, while the turbulent winds of reality broke an occasional mastodon class survivor and left it hobbled and lacking. Their circular story of life is not unlike J. Campbells book of a ‘Thousand Faces’ and I treated them as such.
When the deep roots and innumerable annual organic solar panels can no longer sustain one of the lumbering elders, I assist in their passage while the masses solemnly sway whisper and bear witness. I return them to the dust within the alter of Stovius Potbellius. Ashes to compost, compost to garden.
These last couple of years other freinds and caretakers of giants in the region talked of too many young strong trees dying. We notice saplings like the rural unaccustomed types notice cute spotted fawns. So when lots are dying and no one can sort out why, you notice. I’m used to loss, and grasp deeply father time and mother natures responsibility, but this is different.
I see so many souls being taken beyond the OG grand plan. At a minimum, this calm prior to what seems to be an incoming storm has given me cause to slow down, listen more than speak, drink good smoky whiskey, enjoy small batch home grown SS’s like this and talk to humans who believe we’ve got nothing in common.
Thanks for sharing your garden with me. I’m a photog of sorts, shoot all the flora and fauna in my terrarium like world, so I dig the stories and pics especially. Appreciation from beyond the fray.
Immensely enjoyed your comment. I make an attempt to project what I see into my Substack with pictures rather than descriptive words. Thanks for sharing and thanks for the kind words.
Sorry about your friend and your mechanic. May they rest in peace.
Wonderful story about your friend Vic T.
During last night's Dane Flats flight simulator show on Twitch, where the viewers get to choose songs that play during the short flight, Randy Meisner was mentioned, and a song played.
Someone also mentioned another band member/singer from that era who passed recently, but I can't seem to recall who just now.
Dang it 😥