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The other day when I was down by the river I saw many squirrels scampering around.

There was one little squirrel that was particularly attentive to me. He crawled up very close and hugged the ground. He looked like he was begging me for something.

The only thing I could think to say to him was that I had no peanuts with me. I promised him that next time I come down to the river I would bring him some.

Today, I brought a bag of Hope and Harmony farms Raw in the Shell Peanuts.

My little squirrel friend was nowhere to be seen, and I saw no other squirrels around.

It felt like I was at a different river today, though the river looked the same.

I left several peanuts on the ground in hopes that he would find them after I was gone.

I’ll try to find him another day.

 

Today’s journey led me to a gravel road. A wrong turn to be exact.

It went on much longer than expected. It reminded me of childhood summers, and my family’s trips to see my father’s parents.

They lived on a farm out in the middle of rural farmland in the state of Missouri. We always pronounced it with an “ah” sound at the end, and not a long “e” sound.

On these trips we had to drive for miles on gravel roads.

When all the family was together my grandfather would pile all of the grandkids (9 of us) in the back of his pick-up truck, and drive over the hills at high enough speed that the back end would lurch up and our stomachs would drop on the way down.

It was a greater thrill than any roller-coaster ride.

In today’s world the child welfare police would probably want my grandfather’s neck.

However, I must say it was a thrill I will always remember.

This photo is of my grandparent’s farmhouse.

The river peacefully saunters on its way. The air is dry and pleasant.

The temperature goes unnoticed. There are no highs or lows, only a middle ground of comfort.

I wonder what secrets the river has washed away or hidden in its depths.

On slow days the sky can see its reflection. And the river calmly hides behind this mask.

Don’t be deceived for the river has plenty of fury it can build upon.

In its fury it has no patience for sky reflections.

Most days it will let the wind caress it, and gentle lines give evidence of the wind’s direction.

Humans gravitate towards the river for it can provide food and a pathway to adventure.

The river is both a giver and a taker.

The stifling heat is keeping me inside.

I’ve only ventured out to feed the fish.

The other day I started to cut the old lilac down.

My husband helped.

The process is ongoing. I’ll finish when the weather turns.

I haven’t decided what all will fill the space.

My hairdresser Azy showed me pictures of peaches on her peach tree.

I now have peach envy.

I still have thoughts of the red witch hazel, Diane.

I don’t plan to plant till fall, and possibly next early spring.

So, I have time on my side to think.

Early evening I’ll venture out again to do a little watering.

Even the pond fountain looks a little defeated.

Images of the slow motion capture of water drops comes into my mind.

This too will pass.

Wind mills, tulips and other flowers can be found in Amsterdam.

It is the capital city of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, also known as Holland.

There once was a Count of Holland named Floris V.

He had many children. Some were out of wedlock. One was named Catherina.

She was not part of any official lineage.

Her spirit still spins around like the wind mills of Amsterdam.

Her wings sail with the revolving blades.

She has no ground to stand upon.

Her lonely shrieks fill the air on a starry night.

Perhaps, Edvard Munch and Vincent van Gogh could hear her cry.

I thought I was a hummingbird.

It turns out I’m a camel.

A two-humped camel at that.

My fate is to travel the long-and winding road,

Through a desert.

I have to remember that my destiny

Is in my own two hands.

I just need to keep hammering away, and like a camel 

I need to persevere and move steadily ahead.

Century after century passed and the brothers Al one and Al two planted many seeds of kindness while working to shape and steer the human race. As they gave of themselves selflessly over time, their own energy slowly diminished as they passed it along to Mother Earth and her many flocks which were growing in size.

Mother Earth had shared her faith with the two brothers. She made them believe that all her animals could rise above their selfish desires and instincts so that they all could flourish in peace.

Eventually the brother’s power weakened to the point where they had to travel back to their home so that they could recharge themselves and rest. They never did make it back to Mother Earth.

When enough time had passed memories faded, written records got destroyed, and languages died. The story of us got changed as each one of us tells the story a little differently. Languages evolve with time and original meanings can get lost and forgotten. Natural disasters can destroy records and archives. The storytellers can get destroyed. The recreation of history can be based on faulty second hand memories, and by people who might want to retell history to their advantage.

Al one and Al two sadly got forgotten and even Mother Earth became largely ignored. Unfortunately the power shifted to those with more self-interest than community interest.

Humans became so sophisticated they learned to hide and mask their self-interest and make it look like they cared about the community and others.

It takes time to care for others, and this time often lessens the time left for self care. When one obsessively cares about themselves, this leaves little time to care for others. However, public relation specialists can make the picture look differently than the truth.

Time falls into blocks, and as each one of us moves through these partitions of time (which act as gates and doors) we are filtering our reality, and it puts each of us in different places. Our interpretation of the signals and the noises changes where we each end up.

The signal, the noise, and the mystery are all the same. They are remnants and fragments of our ancestors, people in different places in time, and even of Al one and Al two. They are invisible and untouchable, and yet they can still invade our thoughts and our dreams. Dreamers are generally more receptive to these things than active doers. However, each and every one of us needs to do both. Life is all about the balance of dreaming and actually doing things.

The light bearers in life are those that remember the people that helped them in life, and then turn around and help others however they can. We all have different resources and different people in our lives who depend on our care. Let us not forget the kindness and love that got us all started. If you can’t remember any kindness in your life, you can rise above and change the cycle you are in.

 

 

 

As news of the two Al brother’s success spread throughout the Alpha tribes in the sky, they all wanted a piece of the action.

Mother Earth and her flocks became a playground of experimentation. The most successful humans were bred with other successful humans. The humans could not see the  manipulation (by some members of the Alpha tribe) that was beginning to drive the dances and other games.

All the different animal rhythms were beginning to move and count in the same way.(Al-ways.) The flocks were becoming homogenized, which means the same throughout. When we all had the same basic knowledge we were given the scientific name – Homo sapiens.

Any dissonance or discord was pushed out to the edge (outside of the spotlight), and these humans were named the Noise. The good thing about noise is that you can hide within it.

Long ago, and long before humans began to form language, and long before they began to count and keep track of things, which later developed into a system of mathematics, humans lived in the wild. They lived off the land. They lived like animals, which of course they were. They were not called humans at this time.

There were two brothers that lived in the sky. They were named Al one and Al two. They were balls of energy so powerful they did not let matter weight them down. They were extremely smart and inventive, and they loved Mother Earth so much they would hang around her all day watching her flock from above.

One day the two Al brothers who were members of the Alpha tribe made a bet with the other members of their tribe. They bet them that they could make Mother Earth’s animals smarter. They set about the task of trying to teach the animals how to make symbols represent things. Over time this set of symbols became known as the alphabet, and over more time these symbols were made into words, and language began. Eventually all the animals were making a humming noise. The two Al brothers began to call us the humming animals, and over time this got shortened to the word humans.

When all the animals (now called humans) got together to praise the brothers for all their help, they would hum together and the brothers named this sound hymns.

Now that language was humming right along, the brothers gave themselves the task of teaching the humans a better way to keep track of things, and they had to keep all the humans thinking the same way. They had to teach them all how to count the same way.

The humans got impatient with all the brother’s attempts to make them think like them, so they would jump around, tumble, leap, and skip while the brothers were trying to teach them.

One day the brothers had a brainstorm that they could teach the humans how to count through making them move together. This was how dancing originated. One, two, three, one, two, three, then twirl around or slide your feet. Do-si-do and then circle around back to back. This was a huge success. Actually this is how algorithm (al-go-rhythm) got its name.

To be continued…

 

 

 

Do  you want to  know what your future has in store if there is nothing you can do to change it?

If knowing what ill might befall you can not stop the roller ball from taking its charted course, what good would the knowledge do you?

Worries, stress, and frantic moves trying to avoid your fate will not deter the hidden veil from closing in on you.

The only benefit might be to take your fate in stride and tie up loose ends, get your affairs in order, and say your last good-byes.

Is ignorance a better choice? Running with joy, worry-free, up until the last second will shorten the agony of single endings.

There is a power greater than all the money in this world we call Earth.

The power of man is not unlimited. No machinations can alter the lines drawn in space and time that have already been cast with each step forward and backward each one of you have taken in your life.

Each action has a consequence and every light casts shadows around those who walk in its path.

It has been said by millions throughout the ages that it is the journey that matters and not necessarily a final destination.

Cycles continue around and around. “What goes around, comes around.” Going and coming are interchangeable.

The only sure thing in this world is change. Even the slowest tide eventually reaches the beach and shifts the sands.

Forces of nature like hurricanes can move boundaries in one fell swoop, and on the other hand, millions and billions of unseen feet, and voices outside the spotlight can create a stealthy chaos that can build up a store of potential energy waiting to strike out of nowhere when conditions are right and a catalyst is triggered.