Rain tomorrow. I know people who exclaim “how good they are getting at forecasting the weather!! It’s amazing!!” And when I try to explain, they give me a ration of crap. I wish more people were aware of their surroundings.
Latest info says the military is spraying to prevent other countries from tracking our activity. At what expense are they willing to pay for this power? It appears they are willing to destroy the entire world (eco-systems) while trying to hold onto it.
When I woke this morning the sky was pretty much all blue. The forecast stated that we would have rain starting Tuesday, and lo and behold, massive spraying took place all day. These photos were taken at various times, starting at 7:45am to 10:22am, 11:16am, 11:52am, 1:52pm, 2:13pm, 2:50pm, 3:57pm. This ‘haze’ tried mightily to burn off but as you can see the planes never gave up and continued spraying. I’m certain they are still at it, although I have given them enough of my attention for one day.
The soil is so contaminated. My test of the snow showed .114 ppm of aluminum and .13 ppm of barium. They said they did not find chromium, mercury, or cadmium in the small sample and they thought these were not bad levels. MY thinking on this is, if we have rain for days falling down, where there is .114 ppm aluminum and .13 ppm barium in a quarter cup of water, then cumulatively, there is much, much more in the soil. The plant life cannot sustain health or life at these levels over time. There is likely bacteria in the local rains which cause plant life and whole forests to be diseased, we can see it in the growth, and other web sites have evidence for our knowledge.
Trees and shrubs absorb these nano-particles and become just like a zinc cored candle wick. When there is a fire they burn so hot fire fighters cannot control the flame! We’ve seen this during the winter with the many fires in Oregon, California, Montana and elsewhere. Uncontrollable blazes which took lives of humans, and many animals. The forests which supply living quarters for the animal life as well as food are gone, and they will encroach on the cities and then be killed because people cannot deal with it, and quite frankly, many do not even care.
As our planet eco-system is destroyed, by a death grip to maintain ‘superiority’, all life is, and will continue, to suffer and die. Our very existence is in the hands of the greedy who lust for power. Their paranoid delusions are in the process of killing us all.
I’ve said many times and truly believe that war will never bring peace. Yet when I look to the galaxy and the universe and beyond, I remember being told about the way planets are born, stars are destroyed, galaxies birthed and so on.
This explosion of stars, constant reconstruction … is this the equivalent to wars on earth? If so, would life cease if chaos no longer existed? It seems destruction is necessary for the birthing of something new, for change to take place.
Perhaps world wide love and compassion are not possible after all. But oh how I wish it were … and so I will continue to live life to the best of my ability in order to align with this desire.
Odd, how these moments of silence give way to possibilities. Who needs television anyway?
What has been a moist area for the flourishing of some species of plants, and other life, is becoming dry and arid. What was once dry and arid is becoming wet and soggy. Plant life in these regions are not doing well, forests and jungles everywhere are diseased and suffering as they try to survive.
Poles are shifting, climate is changing, weather patterns are unpredictable as growing seasons shift. Forests the world over are becoming diseased and are dying, as well as all of the other foliage … our oxygen makers. Oceans are warming and life there is dying also … the other oxygen supplier.
There are many folks who say some plants ought not to be introduced to ‘native’ land, however if the poles are shifting (which we are told is true), what flourishes there will also change. Would it not be best to get in front of this rebirthing that the land is doing in every area of the world?
It is February, and already the daffodils are in bloom. There is snow falling on the mountain and we are told it may also reach the lower elevations this weekend. Having lived 50+ years, I can tell you this is not normal, dealing with this cannot be done in a ‘normal’ fashion either.
Some say to introduce a non native plant will interrupt the ecosystem of a place, but we can see it dying before our eyes … what has grown here for centuries is not doing well … so … what will? We must act before all of our oxygenators are gone, for we will then be gone as well.
It seems the plan is to hold on to native species, however when these poles shift, this is just plain illogical. What once grew will no longer … it is common sense.
A list of drought tolerant trees:
~ Elm; Oak; Ginko Biloba or “Maidenhair Tree”; Shagbark Hickory; Red Maple, Hawthorne; Thornless Honeylocusts; Sumacs; Crape Myrtles; Leyland Cypress; Mugo Pines; Short Leaf Pine; Virginia Pine; Eastern White Pine; Loblolly Pine
Below are a few resources to investigate what may be needed in your area. There are many sites to glean information. Using common sense, we may be able to turn this around before we get caught in a situation where nothing is growing well.
Black space enmeshed with fragments of light.
Like bits of sand, abrasive, rubbing stars to nothingness.
Tendrils of smoke rise from friction.
It falls, prone to non-existent gravity and forms what are known as ‘clouds’.
Trapped in an atmosphere all swims ’round,
Spinning, flying off as time ends.
Bubbles rise as gas bursts from solids
Disrupting the smallest portion of a world, a galaxy, a universe.
A ringing gives hint to over-flow.
Abundant bits of information made available on many layers,
only understood … deeply.
Coasting through the star studded sky, she comes upon a male. She laughs, comfortable and so happy. She looks to the invisible floor where a hole opens and she sees a trail, in a green meadow of tall grasses, on the edge of a forest. She sees two very large boulders, face to face. Where they meet is a flat edge leaving no more than 3 feet of space between. She says with excitement, “Let’s go for a walk down there!”, and so she goes, the only possible way … through the human womb.
Upon arrival, she forgets all about wishing for this walk, tempted by the absolute beauty. She lives her life, never quite fitting in, always feeling there should be so much more. She becomes lonely, hurt after hurt has drained her, stripping away her joy. After a time, her life becomes dark, confused, utterly painful, she loses her mind.
She begins to see more clearly once the fright passes. She sees the darkness signified by the boulder on the left. She sees those cheering and wanting her to make it out to the other side, wanting to come too, they are signified by the boulder on the right.
The connection has been made.
She remembers joy.
She remembered asking to come here.
She understood, finally, there IS the other side.
Walking into the forest through a magical entry to the kingdom where winds blow strong enough to flip the heaviest objects, and water runs so clear, cold, and swift it can wash away many others.
I come upon the bent tree, imaging the one who formed it this way, guiding me along the path. I turn right, and upon passing I turn, and take another picture. It seems to be a mystical dragon in disguise, a guardian of the way.
The craftsmanship of the bridge was truly a work of art. Firm and sturdy boards laid over beams, created to hold the weight of even the heftiest crosser! Gratitude for opportunity to pass.
I walked along the path, rarely seeing other people. It was a rare experience in this time of life, for there are so many cruising along in the world.
I remember the invisible tension which is always carried. It becomes part of life, only noticed once in the wilderness for several days in a row without disturbance. Day one is quite uncomfortable … there seems to be the need to be doing something every moment. Day two is a little more relaxed, yet the attention is always at a heightened state, as though waiting for someone to burst forth into the open, or to sense someone lurking in the bushes. Day three is when all of this finally leaves the body and a true relaxation is made available to the mind.
The chill of the air so fresh, the smell of the moist soil preparing for life in spring, the aroma of the water giving way to the knowing that fish live there, in the pool just above the log jam.
A magical place indeed. A place that feeds off the tension of a body and mind, that recycles the air exhaled, making it clean and ready for reuse. This is the land which heals, this is the givers of sanity in an insane world. This is the land needing our protection, so it can continue to help us thrive.