9:26 am
May 31, 2010


PB represents a loss of connection with
nature. We no longer keep the beat as a culture.

Some of us, in our efforts, to put our own finger
in the dike, would have to be deemed insane.
For the first six months of the year, I have
been tending to disasters, driven by a sense
by the tire condition we are in now in the world.
I spend most of my time on the internet
and the internet has allowed me to feel the pulse
of our food crisis. The state of our seeds
in profound. The state of agriculture in crisis.
Now, the last month, we have the condition
in the Gulf pointing out the errors of our ways.



This is one of those mornings
when I can either flow into panic,
go over the edge, or attempt to make sense
of an impossible situation.


THE SUMMER OF SHIFT

I am deeming this the Summer of Shift.

Yesterday was our last Sunday of the Month
Come Root Your Dream Gathering.

There were a number of energies that went out
from others to be here. I did not have time to put too
much energy into followup.

Then, I checked the various web places where
I put out invites. A number of people had responded
and so I put in energy to follow up.

There were a number of stunning no shows,
including CKW, one of my main garden focalizers.
She arranged for a ride, but her friend who intended
to bring her down, has his vehicle broken into.
He was in too much trauma to come.
Kenneth, who was here last week was wavering.
On Saturday, I put feelers out toward him.
My own energy Saturday was in confusion.
I became more clear by Sunday.

What is the energy now?

It is clearly an energy on drawing in rather
than going out.

There feels a gap between the worlds in my life
and a gap between the worlds in general.
Washington does not seem to know what PB
is doing. No one seems to be on the same page.
We are in a catatrophic condition with the chain
of life. The links are broken within the food chain
both at sea and on land. Fish are being cut off
from the food they eat. People are being cut off
from the food they need. No connection with the soil;
Therefore no grounded connection with the soul.

I did a bit of gardening of my own yesterday.
My main Keep The Beet plant, an symbol of continuity
throughout the period of the EarthFair, through
the Earth Day April 22 at SDSu, through the alliance
with Jerome Ringo, Through the Student Convergence,
is now going to seed in a big way.

One of the deepest spiritual things I could do today
is take some photos and do some meditations with this
plant.

There are still strings all disconnected.
What happened to my Angel Christy Boyd,
one of the two women who was with me
at the closing ceremony at the "I Can Do It!"
Conference? She was suppose to be here yesterday.

What is the message here for me?

It feels like as I was saying,
there is this disconnection between my virtual
reality on line and in 3D.

DOING TOO MANY THINGS
TO SUCCEED AT ANY ONE OF THEM

This is a spiritual awareness
that comes up from time to time.

Knock on the door!...
break in though...
I need to go down to make sense of the Dome.

I will be back...

Theme today...
put threads together...

30 day notice for P?

Great Earth Clean Up in here?


Leak...fix in lawn.,.

prepping for finances.

complete tomorrow...
ticket journey to get it written off at the court.

check in with Christy.

Beccah...?

note to P.

Be Well, Angels...with me.


9:50 am


work with photos...
Christina...uploads...
Iphotos library index...

I need to secure my funds....
I need to pay attention to that.


10:29 am

Just in from a walkaround with Scott.
Profound overgrowth and neglect on the property.


11:40 am

Take a leap.
Find a red cloth over the foyer...
and leave says Lurrae...
Definitely feels like there is more to manage
that I can deal with.





 

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